Interrupted by God

INTRODUCTION Had God not interrupted my life and the following not happened, I would not be writing this book. July of 2008 shortly after 2:00 a.m., I was startled awake by the crashing of thunder that hit so close, hard and loud, the house shook and me with it! I sat straight up in bed, heart pounding, nerves jangling, and witnessed the following. . . Before me, lay a man on his back half hidden except for his upper torso and metal looking half-shields to his left and right. He was caucasian, shiny with glistening skin. This stranger’s arms, neck and chest bulged with muscles, as he lay bare to the waist, head entirely bald, face completely hidden. Half-shields stood straight up though nothing held them. The shields were darkish antique-like gold in colour and appeared pressed as though by giant thumbs over every inch. All else in the room was in utter blackness. I could see over the stranger’s right shoulder and observed a small, half, inner-circle of bur-gundy gold in the centre of the left gold-like shield. Odd dynamic, a circle in the midst of an oval. Strange more so to me, the man held a tiny, child-like wooden mallet in each hand, the kind a kid would use on a xylophone. He lifted his huge muscular right hand up to his left shoulder still clutch-ing the baby mallet, swung down and bashed the right shield. Unbelievably no noise erupted from the impact inside, but at that exact incredulous moment, thunder cracked loudly outside the bedroom window. The stranger then raised his left hand to his right shoulder, swung once more and banged the left shield this time. Again, no sound resounded inside, just a loud crack of thunder burst outside at the exact moment the shield was struck. This bizarre occurrence continued five more times, back and forth, back and forth, and back again. Thunder cracking outside each time the stranger struck the shield inside, seven times in all. It was impossible not to count. Everything ceased, the silence was deafening, the vision disappeared as quickly as it had come. Darkness claimed the room once more and thunder slowly rolled away burping into the far distance. The scene had no longer ceased than an arresting male voice spoke from behind my right hand shoulder. I glanced immediately, no one was there, in fact nothing could be. My husband was sleeping to my right, and a wall and corner were beside and behind him. Then came words that would haunt me and direct me the rest of my life. “Wake up my children, judgement is now!” Not fully understanding the intent or implication of the message, I knew this was so a God intervention in my life. I needed to pay attention to this more than anything. Like Moses, I was on an adventure not knowing where I was go-ing, how to get there, or where would it lead. I sat there astounded, my mind reeling with the shock of it all. Unbelieva-bly, my husband slept through the entire event waking up five minutes after to my sitting there, dumbfounded. I shared what had just transpired. He was speechless, as was I. Such a simple sentence, but believe me, the implications were not. The words and scene would consume me from there on in and I am quite sure they were meant to. I was about to embark on a journey I never in my life anticipated. Questions plagued me, who were His children, was He speaking of my children, the body of Christ world-wide, the church, my church, the people of the world? I can tell you after ten years of preparedness, His children are the children of the world bought with the blood of the Saviour, and those who would become children of God, period! All believers and those to be are the ones to whom this message is being sent. How would I, a pastor’s wife, limited in scope and reach be capable of warning the children of God world-wide? Why would they listen to me? Why did I have to give a harsh message when as a columnist, teacher or counsellor I breathe inspiration and hope into broken lives, not warning! Then I knew exactly how I could do it. I would provide answers to life’s worst dilemmas, most painful situations and deepest heartaches, things only God could possibly change. Soul wounds would be unchained as a result of testimo-nies, life experiences, true-life stories, humour, passion and teaching modules, speaking into lives, healing and setting free. I would endeavour to teach how to break the power of the enemy over oneself and family and when God’s children literally rise up in strength and heal-ing, then there would be a platform to speak of end times, the future, and the coming judgement to prepare them. My hope is a recovered people, strong in Christ, filled with the Holy Spirit and truth, deeply desiring to win and warn oth-ers! And so begins this book!