What Big Eyes You Have! Calling Out The Little Red Riding Hoods.

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I love fairytales. In fact, God has used many of these stories to help teach or show me Kingdom principles.

I was having a discussion with a friend and we were sharing some common themes that The Lord had on His heart. One of those was about a deceptive spirit creeping into the body of Christ.

God has been showing me that wolves have slowly entered into some of the safest and most intimate places in our lives. These creatures have snuck in and devoured leaders and trusted believers. They have disguised themselves as innocent sheep, but they are far from innocent.

These spirits have so cleverly shifted focus from Kingdom to castle. It’s become more about what I’m doing than what can I do for you.

As our conversation was unfolding I suddenly saw this person in a very different way. I saw a vision of red cape being draped over her. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing and so I asked The Father, “what is that you are telling me?” God showed me that He has a secret weapon. He is calling out “The Little Red Riding Hoods”. My friend and the many others are being released in this season to reveal the wolves.

Who are they?

These individuals are the ones that can recognize these creatures because they have been taught by The Father what to look for. Through the various encounters they had and the battles they fiercely fought. The Red Riding Hoods are ready to fight and they have scars to prove it. It was a hard, but a necessary lesson to learn how to expose the darkness that is trying to blend in to the light.

The Lord began to explain in great detail using the well known children’s story as a comparison for me to better understand what He was showing me.

Just like in the story of “Little Red Riding Hood” the wolf watches Red Riding Hood walking through the woods. He carefully approaches her and begins to gain information about where she is heading. The wolf is obtaining her trust through manipulation, control and confusion.

The clever wolf then uses distraction to make his move. He shows Little Red Riding Hood beautiful flowers off in a distance that would delight her grandmother. In order to retrieve the bouquet Red Riding Hood has to get off the path she was walking on. Her mother gave her strict instructions not to wander off that road. It’s at that moment she goes against her mother’s orders that the wolf heads to the grandmother’s house.

I then saw that just like Little Red Riding Hood these warring individuals are covered up by Jesus and His cloak covered with the red blood of righteousness. There is a greater protection from the wolf’s devices because of this covering.

The story continues with the wolf running ahead of Red Riding Hood and entering her grandmother’s home. The goal is to devour the elder aka the voices that are supposed to be speaking into the lives of the body and assume their identity. This spirit’s whole purpose is to position itself into a place of intimacy and trust with the innocent girl.

God has seen this happening to countless children who have been hurt and abused by this spirit, but no more. These red cloaked warriors know exactly what to look for because this isn’t their first encounter with it!

Little Red Riding Hood knew that her grandmother was different as soon as she began interacting with the wolf. She began to ask the questions calling out the identity of the counterfeit granny. Red said, “Grandma what big eyes you have, what big ears you have, what a big nose you have and what big teeth you have!”

As the vision continued I had a revelation of what all these characteristics of the wolf meant. The big eyes represents that this spirit only wants the individual to see themselves. They have placed their focus on how to be seen bigger and nothing will stop the push to become greater. The big ears are not hearing or listening to The Father, but instead listening to the lies being whispered to feed the confusion. The big nose represents the ability to sniff out weak and helpless victims that will help to enable and accomplish their agenda. Lastly, the big teeth aren’t chewing on the word of God, but on the bones and pieces of knowledge that continue to sustain the goal of the enemy to steal, kill and destroy any Kingdom accomplishment.

The Lord then spoke to me that He has also given these cape wearers an axe that will split open the lies from the truth. These individuals are going to expose those things and help to bring life back to the victims of the attacks. They are fearless because when they got devoured by the wolf Jesus came to their rescue just like the huntsman in the story.

Jesus has taught them how to pull back the sheets and expose the wolves once and for all. He has given them instructions on how to use the axe that will cut down and sever any lies attached to these innocent ones.

We need to remember that just like God, the enemy uses man to do his bidding. The enemy looks for those who have been hurt and wounded to continue the destruction of the body of Christ.

God has had enough and it’s time for the uncovering of this disruptive spirit.

The good news is Jesus has shown these Red Riding Hoods that there is a person hiding inside the wolf’s belly and it’s time to release them as well. He has assigned them to go in and begin pulling them out. The freedom from this spirit is going to bring a change to the church like we have never experienced before.

Dream With Me!

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I was born a dreamer. I can remember my teachers calling out my name as my thoughts were far away from the lesson being taught. I would quickly regain my focus on the present as my daydreams slowly faded from my mind.

My reality was never as interesting as my imagination, so I would keep my proverbial head in the clouds most of my days as a little girl.

As I matured into a young woman reality became my mindset and my dreams were just something from my past. I lost that childlike hope for a bigger and better life. My choices I believed established the trajectory of my life or so I thought. What I didn’t factor in was that God still had a dream for me.

It was in my 40’s when I started to develop a spiritual hunger that needed to be fed. I read the Bible and listened to hours of teaching from all kinds of spirit-filled leaders. I discovered that God had dreams for so many people, so He must have something more for me.

I began an internet talk show called ”Touched by Prayer” in January 2014. Each week I would hear amazing stories of how God would use that individual to do the impossible.

I started to ask God what do you want to use me for? In December of that same year, God answered my question with two words ”Daddy’s Girl”.

Hearing those words stirred up something inside me. I heard The Lord say ”Lisa, my daughters don’t know how to be daughters and so you will teach them”. My spirit immediately knew that I was going to have a women’s conference called ”Daddy’s Girl”, but how?

I began to dream of the event and what it would look like. I asked Daddy God to help me see what He wanted it to be. I was partnering with Him and we would dream this thing together.

When you allow God to step into your dream that dream becomes much bigger. He gives birth to the secret desires in your heart.

The vision was so overwhelming for me to conceive that I began to push it away. I was going to let it become another dream that I thought could never be fulfilled. How could I possibly have a conference that women would want to attend?

God knew my fears and trepidation. He understood my weakness and shortcomings in the vision that only He himself could achieve. God started to prepare my heart and mind for the destiny He was preparing me to walk into. I started to have dreams.

Each dream I had begun to pull away from the lies that were hiding in the back of my mind. The Lord would speak to me and encourage me to take that step of faith. I would have dreams of talking about my conference with great leaders in churches who would be more than willing to help me.

My daily devotional became a letter of encouragement as I would read of the men and women in the Bible who were called to great positions. Each story tugged at my heart because, like me, they were not qualified. God was working out the doubts and unbelief in me. He was blowing life on the dreams inside me I thought died.

God started to draw me into watching strong women who had powerful ministries. I began to hear their stories with new ears and again my heart began to stir with excitement.

Everything around me was being set up to help me achieve the goal of having this event. God even used music to speak to me. He let me know that He was going to help me and I was not in this alone.

I heard the song ”Dream For You” by the Christian band Casting Crowns. The lyrics were so beautifully written spoke to my soul ”So come on, let Me dream, let Me dream for you. I am strong when you’re weak and I’ll carry you. So let go of your plan, be caught by My hand I’ll show you what I can do When I dream for you”. I listened and wept as the song continued ”I’m stronger than you think I am. I’ll take you farther than you think you can. You sing and call me Great I Am. So take your stand. My child, if you only knew All the plans that I have for you. Just trust me, I will follow through You can follow Me”. Everything I needed to hear from my Heavenly Father was in that song.

I gave God my yes! I threw away every excuse I had as to why I couldn’t and then came into the agreement that God could. As soon as He had my yes it all began to change.

The last dream God gave me had hidden messages and meaning. I shared a very detailed dream with a good friend who had a gift of interpreting dreams. What she shared and explained to me left me completely undone. She said that God is saying He is going to help you with this conference and He is giving you the go-ahead. Now all you have to do is ask Him the when!

So I did. It was a short prayer and it left the ball back in His court for only one day. I told God all you need to Daddy is tell me when to have it! I got a phone call the next day from my spiritual Father with only one thing on his mind, let’s set a date for your conference.

That phone call sealed the deal and began an adventure for me. I have seen God open doors, bring the woman, provide the speakers and most importantly show up. The testimonies I have received from women who attended ”Daddy’s Girl” have been so inspiring to me. I’m so blessed by each story and continually awed by God’s faithfulness.

Your dreams are God’s dreams. He placed them inside each of us and they are waiting for you to just believe that one day they can come true. Say yes to God and dream again. Take His hand and together you will see the impossible become possible.

Bridging The Gap

Music is just one of the many ways God speaks to me. It’s in music that He really touches me the deepest. In those lyrics, My Father reveals His love, desire, and message for my understanding.

I guess in songs my mind and spirit become more open, so He uses that a lot.

I was listening to Carol King on a Pandora radio station when the Simon and Garfunkel song came on. The song was “Bridge Over Troubled Water” and it was a song I thought I knew, however, God began to speak to me about the deeper meaning of the lyrics.

The song began and I started to get the download. I could feel the great love being released in each note. The lyrics were weaving a story that was speaking to the depths of my soul. It was a love song that was being sung for my heart to receive.

The lyrics so beautifully were written by Paul Simon for Art Garfunkel came from two lines of a gospel hymn. Paul actually wrote it after the assassinations of Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Racial tensions were high when he penned it the spring of 1969. He was looking over the Hudson River in NYC when he started singing “When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all.

Immediately I began sobbing as the words continued on saying, “I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough And friends just can’t be found. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.” I could feel the love of a friend trying to send hope and comfort through the song.

I knew that feeling and felt all the emotions that make a person believe that you just can’t go any further. I began to reflect on that hopelessness and weariness I had as the storms of life came. It was like they were pounding in a never-ending assault on my heart, mind, and emotions. The tears continued as these memories began flooding my mind. All the losses, rejection, abandonment, anger, fear, depression, loneliness were rising back up from aftermaths of each storm that I had gone through.

The song continues on “When you’re down and out
When you’re on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you (ooo).

I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

I was a puddle of tears as I listened to the last note. I knew that God was showing me how He was there through it all.

I started to see the bigger picture as the song came to a close. The song was about Jesus and His great love for us. How He has been in each storm and I never went through any of them alone.

It was then that The Lord started to show me a vision of Jesus wiping all the tears that fell from my eyes during those hard times.

I could see the times where I couldn’t stand that Jesus held me up. His hand wrapped lovingly around my waist as I received terrible news. How He walked with me on the beach as I cried out for the unfairness of a situation. Jesus laid in bed with me as tears of rejection and an abandonment consumed my every breath.

He reminded me of all those situations where God sent Jesus who could hold me and comfort me. His love was so great for me and then I saw Jesus laying Himself down for me to cross over the storms. I then saw myself on the other side of those storms whole, restored, rejuvenated and healed.

The same scene shifted and instantly it wasn’t Jesus laying down, but a friend that loved me. Each of those same memories was replaced by the different people in my life who helped me through those hard times. The friends who held me or cried with me. Those who spoke life back into my feelings of hopelessness. My friends who spoke the truth about the lies of a terrible situation. The friends who laid down their time for me so that I could walk over and out of the storm.

It’s was Jesus all the time in the spiritual realm, but it was my family and friends that God used in the natural. Here on earth, it’s people God uses. We are the arms that hug and hold people together. The fingers that wipe the tears and grab others hands. We’re all an extension of the body of Jesus that can representation of Him.

We are called to love and to be love. Jesus showed us how we are to love, by laying down His life He made a bridge for humanity to cross over into The Father’s arms.

Each day we have that same opportunity although we don’t actually have to die but to put away our needs for the needs of others. We can be that bridge to help a friend to get to the other side of their pain, hurt, loss, rejection or struggle. We can help to close the gaps that life can bring. It’s in our willingness to lay down ourselves for a friend that we can really be like Jesus.

The Love Walk

There are moments in our life when we try to understand the pain we are going through. It’s those times or seasons that everything is going wrong or spiraling out of control. In desperation for strength, some will turn fully to Jesus and lean solely on Him.

The secret place of intimacy is where the healing begins. Jesus draws us closer to him, into His heart for deeper revelation. The time seems to stand still as you encounter His love. Layer upon layer of pain is peeled away as your wounds are being healed by The Great Physician.

Jesus understands it all. He endured all the pain and suffering that we can encounter in our life. He knows what abandonment, rejection, jealousy, hatred, betrayal, false accusations and dishonor all feels like.

Reading through the scriptures I tried to comprehend a love so great that you would want to lay your life down. I knew the verses and understood the purpose for the painful walk to Calvary. What I still didn’t understand was how He endured it all?

Many people have shared with me that God’s love is called the agape kind of love. The definition of agape love is selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love. It is the highest of the four types of love in the Bible. Agape perfectly describes the kind of love Jesus Christ has for his Father and for all his children. Agape is the term that defines God’s immeasurable, incomparable love for humankind.

In love you can lay down your life for your spouse, children, family or even friends, but to lay it down for strangers that I couldn’t understand. To make things even more difficult how do you lay down your life for anyone who you consider an enemy?

As much as we try to understand what Jesus did for us, it is simply beyond our comprehension.

I was spending time in prayer when I began thinking about the crucifixion. Slowly I started to see Jesus on the cross. As the tears began to fall from my eyes I asked Jesus, how did you do it? How did you endure all that for those that hated you?

Immediately, I was in a vision of Jesus carrying the cross to His crucifixion. I could see Him struggling with the weight of the cross and as blood spilled from His open wounds. It was like the images from the movie “The Passion Of The Christ” that I had seen numerous times were coming to life.

There was something different to this vision that made me realize it was not from my memory, but from His.

I could see the people faces yelling and screaming words of hatred as Jesus passed by. I saw Him close His eyes and I heard Him quietly say “but I love them”. Suddenly, I saw a rock hit Jesus in the head and again Jesus closed His eyes and whispered, “but I love them.”

This scene continued as Jesus walked through the streets of Jerusalem beaten down and struggling with each step. I saw people spitting as He passed, laughing, mocking, and whipping him. With each insult and every action of hatred Jesus just closed his eyes and focused in on the love. He walked only with love in his mind. He was shutting out anything that could take him off his path.

As Jesus was laid down on the cross and the nails pierced through his skin, through the scream of agony I heard Him quietly mutter, “but I love them.”

Jesus quietly spoke to my heart and told me, “I walked a walk of love to the cross. I didn’t pay attention to what was happening. I only saw the faces of my children, the children who were lost and I concentrated on my love for them. I looked to the cross and what was being poured out was my greatest gift of my love. If I allowed my emotions to take over I wouldn’t have been able to redeem them back to My Father. Love is giving without expecting anything in return. My love was perfected at the cross.”

I began weeping as I came to the revelation of what God’s perfect love really looks like. His love endures all things for all people. Regardless of the behavior or the sins, Jesus loved them all fully and completely. His love was proven on the cross. The most powerful agape love of God on display for all to see.

“For this is how much God loved the world—he gave his one and only, unique Son as a gift. So now everyone who believes in him will never perish but experience everlasting life.”

‭‭John‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭TPT‬‬

Good Grief, I Got A Rock!

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I have always loved the late Charles Schulz “Peanuts” comic strip which featured the completely misunderstood, ridiculed, but always loving Charlie Brown.

In October 27, 1966 the Peanut Gang was animated into one of my favorite cartoons, “It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown”. It’s been 52 years since it debut and now millions of children have watched Charlie Brown muster through Halloween.

It was inevitable that poor Charlie Brown would seem to get the short end of the stick with whatever activity he was involved in. The wonderful writing of Charles Schulz would place this beloved character as the underdog to all his friends.

What I found very interesting was that Charles Schulz was a Christian and would find clever ways of showing viewers his faith. The greatest example would be found in “A Charlie Brown Christmas” where Linus reads the birth of Jesus from the book of Luke in the Bible.

The network had given Charles Schulz a very hard time in allowing any biblical references in this low budget animated special, however, Charles wouldn’t budge and the network gave in.

In all his comic strips and animated specials one can find the hidden messages of hope, Joy, forgiveness and acceptance. It was his way to preach to a broken world.

Now, it was easy to find God in a Christmas special, but his next special was Halloween. This controversial holiday has many Christians divided on God’s participation in it at all.

I believe if someone was looking for the devil, they would find him, but if someone was looking for God, He would reveal Himself to them.

I was having a conversation with a friend just a few days ago sharing about my childhood. It was filled with wonderful memories of trick or treating. The natural flow of reminiscing brought Charlie Brown’s Halloween to my full attention.

I saw the scene so vividly playing in the memories of my youth. The Peanut gang was trick or treating and afterward would immediately run to see what each person got. The voices sprang up as the scene played in my head, “I got a chocolate bar”, “I got a piece of gum”, “I got a popcorn ball” and then Charlie Brown uttered 4 words, “I got a rock”! Poor Charlie Brown …or so I thought.

That scene quickly was a teaching moment for me because God was going to reveal His presence in the cartoon!

He began to repeat over in my thoughts, “I got a rock, I got a rock, I got a rock” and then I saw Him, The ROCK!

We could look at Charlie Brown actually getting the best treat of all. He was getting something he could stand on and cling to.

We all can feel like we have had a Charlie Brown season in our life. The one left out, the brunt of jokes, the failure, the mistake, the disappointment, the useless, the one not honored or not valued. God sees it all and He has a way of speaking to us.

The children were all getting candy, but Charlie Brown was getting so much more. He was given a promise. The candy was a quick moment of happiness, but Charlie Brown was given a foundation of hope, strength, joy, acceptance, and love.

If we look at the scene differently, then we can hear, “I got a lollipop”, “I got cookies” and Charlie Brown saying, “I got a ROCK”- my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior— from violent people you save me.” 2 Samuel‬ ‭22:3‬ ‭NIV

At the next house, the kids excitedly shared what they got again “I got a candy bar”, “I got candy corn” and Charlie Brown shares, “I got a ROCK”- “Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.” Psalm 62:2

Each time and at each house God used a rock to send a message to Charlie Brown. Funny that he never cried, never got angry or never felt bad. Charlie Brown accepted each rock as what was chosen for him.

We have that same opportunity to speak life into every person we encounter. It’s up to us to love on a broken world. Maybe we can learn from Charlie Brown and share the gifts we have been given.

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Finding Your Beauty

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Mirror, Mirror on the wall who’s the most beautiful one of all? Well, it certainly wasn’t me!

It’s not that I didn’t think I was pretty or attractive. I knew that I wasn’t ugly, but beautiful, that would be a big no.

I guess I had misunderstandings about myself. Sure, I would hear people tell me that I was beautiful. I would politely smile and say, “Aww, you’re so sweet.” I learned early in life that if you didn’t just say thank you it would look like you were digging for more compliments.

Yes, I taught myself how to hear and how to respond. I believed that they were being nice or just trying to make me feel good. The truth was I didn’t believe it.


I saw beauty in the first woman in my life and that was my mom. She would tell me the stories of how when she walked into a room every eye was turned to her. The truth was my mother was indeed beautiful. She looked like a movie star that walked off the screen. Both men and women couldn’t help themselves to gaze upon her beauty.

My mother would call me her pretty princess, that was me, pretty. I never felt that was a bad thing, it was just who I was.

In grammar school, I would see the beautiful girls and all the boys recognized them. They paid attention to those girls, but the pretty ones were put off into a different category.

Throughout High School, I saw the beautiful girls walking the hallways with this inner confidence that exuded outward. They didn’t question who they were or ever thought of being rejected. You see, you don’t get rid of something beautiful, you want it in your life. It makes you feel better to be surrounded by beauty.

In my twenty’s I always had beautiful girlfriends that would accompany me to various nightclubs. The guys would come and try to get their attention. My girlfriends could have their pick. I was the sidekick that used humor and smiles to garner attention from any male suitor.


My dream since childhood was to be on Television. I wanted to be like Lucille Ball or Carol Burnett, it was in my DNA. I could be them because just like me they were pretty, but it was their talent and personality that brought them great success.

At the age of 23, I enrolled in acting classes in NYC. I was excited as I began to move into my destiny, however, there was one tiny issue, my beauty. All the other young talented women were there too and they were all beautiful. I tried to compete to stand out, but their beauty and lack of mine just brought me to defeat. How could I compete with them? I became afraid and discouraged. I laid down my dream and walked away from being famous. That role would be left for the beautiful people.

It wasn’t until I got married that the feelings of inadequacy in being seen started to fade. I found my mate and he seemed happy with me. I settled into being the pretty wife and mother far away from the spotlight.

God has a funny way of bringing about changes just when you become comfortable.

I went to my first prophetic conference in 2013, Randy Clark’s, “Voice Of The Prophet.” I was so excited to hear and see these new ways of experiencing God. The first speaker took the stage and began sharing his experiences. I was listening intently when all of a sudden I heard God say, “I’m pulling you out of the crowd and putting you in the spotlight!” I quickly dismissed this thought and asked God to forgive me for these crazy notions. I mean, why would God put me in the spotlight? There were so many others who could do it, why use me?

It was two days later I was called out of the crowd by name and brought to the stage. Yep, I was standing before 2,500 people with a spotlight on me as prophet Jamie Galloway read my mail. He said, “something you laid down, God is picking back up.” I immediately knew what that was, God was going to bring me to TV. I didn’t know how, but I knew He would.

A few months later I started a podcast called “Touched By Prayer”. God gave me the name and brought me the people. He taught me how to engage in a talk show format. In year 3 of the show, God started to talk to me about doing video. He arranged opportunities to interview some influential people and I started to do short video messages. All of these orchestrated by God, but that wasn’t it, there was more than needed to be done to prepare me for my destiny.

About 6 months ago I would hear God calling me His beautiful Lisa, every morning I would hear it. I would smile because after all, God sees everything as beautiful. However, God had a bigger message and He was going to make sure I got it.

I got a text message from a friend that was so sweet right before I boarded the plane for a flight. It was a song with a message “You don’t know you’re beautiful.” I quickly responded in my usual manner, “Aww thank you, you are so sweet”. Her response caught me off guard when she messaged back “You’re beautiful”!

I loved her heart and knew her intention was to send me love. I had no idea what was about to happen, but God did!

I arrived at my destination excited and exhausted. I quickly started to notice a pattern as introductions were being made. Each and every woman I would meet greeted me in the same manner. I heard it over and over again different voices and faces, but the same message “oh, you are so beautiful.”

I did what I always did, I smiled sweetly said, “aww, thanks you are so sweet.” I still couldn’t receive it and I didn’t believe it. It was a deep hole that God had to fill to make me understand it. It would take pressure, heat and lots of love to change pretty into beautiful.

Days of ministry can be exhausting. If you add high temperature, little sleep and dehydration you are running on fumes. I would get so wrapped up in taking care of others that I forgot to take care of me. I broke down like a car out of gas and I needed a jumpstart fast. My mind became cluttered and confused as I realized I was spinning out of control. It was the perfect set up for God to step in and set me straight. I had no fight in me, so I couldn’t push it away any longer I was in His oven and He was baking me a cake of beauty.

What I love most about God is when you are at your weakest, He is at His strongest. He knows what you need and who you need to get the job done.

God couldn’t use anyone who knew me because I wouldn’t be able to see Him. Instead, He set me up to receive what I so desperately needed by a perfect stranger.

Her sweet smile and tenderness drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I asked her if I could pray with her and she excitedly said yes. We found a quiet place for God to share His love and plans for her. The funny thing was as I began to speak, the tables turned and she began ministering to me. I kept apologizing for not praying over her, but instead, I kept pouring out my fears, rejection, insecurities, and doubts about my destiny.

After buckets of tears and lots of hugs, I was able to minister to her. We had an instant connection and I knew God sent her just for me. I wanted to thank her for taking my blubbering mess and giving me back some composure. I invited her out to dinner and she accepted my invitation.

During our meal, we talked about our lives and of course God. I shared my testimonies and the amazing encounters I had. Yep, Jesus showed up as I recounted the many faces touched by His love!

I shared this one particular encounter that floored me. I told her about the young lady who couldn’t say, “He Sees ME.” I would repeat the same phrase to this young woman who believed that God didn’t see her. She cried as I told her to repeat this, “He Sees Me”, she stuttered and stammered as the words could not leave her lips. Her shaking head and sad eyes told me this lie was deeply ingrained inside her heart. She was like a mute and I was determined to open that mouth. I looked in her eyes as tears fell down my cheeks declaring His love for her. It finally happened the words formed slowly each syllable breaking the lies that she wasn’t seen or valued. Her mouth was speaking a truth that she needed so desperately to believe in. As she spoke it out I shouted: “Yes, say it again!” She spoke easier this time the tears didn’t crush her but spoke of hurts being lifted off. “Again, repeat it again”, I told her. This time when she spoke there was no stutter, no pause, no holding back, but a big smile as the truth got buried deep in her soul.

I went on to share other encounters with my new sister as we ate. We left the restaurant and decided to grab some ice cream from a nearby place. We were in the car when suddenly my friend turned to me and said I have a song for you from God. She preceded to sing “You Are So Beautiful” made famous by Joe Cocker. As the melody rang out I hung my head and began to weep! Of course, God would tell her to sing that song to me. He was up to something.

The tears flowed lightly at first and then the downpour came as I shared the text message I received a few days earlier. She sweetly smiled and said, “You don’t know how beautiful you really are?” I shook my head, no I’m pretty. She quickly replied back “No, You’re Beautiful!”

She looked me deep in the eyes and used the same method of healing I just shared with her. I want you to repeat after me “I am beautiful.” I wiped back the tears and began to repeat “I am” and that was all I could say, the beautiful couldn’t be spoken. I became that young lady I just described. Shock raced through my head as I couldn’t repeat this one word. My lips froze as this lie was so deeply engraved on my soul. She looked at me again with those eyes that I knew were not hers, but the eyes of Jesus. I couldn’t lie and I couldn’t avoid this anymore.

I took a deep breath and we tried again. “I am” was all that could come, but then came a cry so deep that rattled my every fiber. My heart began beating out of control as this disbelief tried to anchor itself to the core of my soul. How come I can’t say it raced through my head. An inner strength began to emerge inside as I was determined to get free. This lie was leaving me once and for all. Again, let’s do this I said with all the strength I had. I repeated “I am” bbbbbbeautiiiiifulll.” I stammered, stuttered and pushed the word out, but it wasn’t the truth yet, not my truth. The tears came pouring out for all the wasted years believing this lie. I had to say it and I had to own it!

She asked me to ask God where did this come in? I prayed and pleaded for the revelation to come quickly to end my torment. I heard and saw nothing to pinpoint the entry, except that I just always believed it.

She began to pray over me to go back, way back into your mother’s womb. I felt my body buckle over as darkness began to fill my head. There were no tears and no thoughts, just a calming peace. Slowly, I felt my body begin to move. I wasn’t moving, but the spirit of God inside of me started to pull something out. He was about to birth something so big that it would change me! My body began turning and suddenly I began to rise up. I could start to see a bright light as if the sun was beaming down on me. A powerful rushing of energy started building up like I was being pushed through the birthing canal. As I sat back up in the chair my eyes burst open and my mouth shouted “I’m Beautiful”, no hesitation and no more stuttering.

My heart was racing as I felt like I just won the million dollar lottery. “I’m beautiful” look at me “I’m Beautiful”, I’m really beautiful!

The joy and laughter culminated as the tears ran down my face. I repeated it over and over. I could say it because I finally believed it.

We laughed, cried and hugged as wave after wave of this new truth rushed through my body. It was the truth that was there all along.

God has often used Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz to speak to me. I immediately saw the part of the movie where Dorothy was told by Glinda The Good Witch, “You’ve always had the power, my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself”. I began to smile as I understood His message for me. The truth was always there for me to see. I just had to learn it for myself!

Don’t Let Anger Steal Your Joy.

I would consider myself a very happy person.

I can think back to the many people who often referred to me as bubbly. It’s a part of my make up. I like being happy, but I have had my share of sorrows too. I don’t focus my attention on the negative things in life.

Growing up in a dysfunctional family you can either laugh or cry. Most times, I would choose laughter. In fact, we all did. It’s how we survived. We found the funny in the drama.

To this day when my siblings and I gather to reminisce about our past the laughter echoes throughout the house. My children say to me, “Mom you had a messed up life and you laugh about it”. You learn how to remove the really painful parts in order to add some levity, some excitement. It’s a gift of a good story teller. My kids hear the stories now and they laugh too.

The funniest people we know hide their pain in the laughter. A lot of comedians use comedy to cover their hurts. For some, the sadness becomes too overwhelming. They can turn to drugs, alcohol or anything to end the suffering. However, the show must go on and back on stage they go. People are great at hiding pain.

It’s a thin line we walk when we deal with our emotions and hurts. Our mind and heart will try to conceal the pain and sadness, so we don’t break into a million pieces. It’s a merry go round with good days and bad days. We eventually have to stop the ride and get off to finally deal with it.

When the emotions got the best of me I dealt with it like I was taught to do, go to sleep. My husband would refer to this as “The Palieri Coma” because my entire family does it. Yep, it was safe to sleep and just wake up when it was over. It was a coping skill when laughing about it wasn’t funny.

There comes a time when even “The Palieri Coma” isn’t working and it’s time to deal with it.

That’s when I got serious about giving it All to God. I knew deep inside He could take it all away.

I had to make the choice to let it go. Let it all go. What I started to learn is letting go isn’t done in a day, it’s a process.

What God started to show me through this process is that I had developed JOY blockers.

The build up unforgiveness, anger, resentment and frustrations from people, from life had allowed blockages to stop the joy from continually flowing from God.

Slowly, God started to remove these hardened pieces of my heart, one stone at a time. He wanted to release a river of joy into my life.

I can remember the hours spent in prayer. I was crying out from the innermost parts of my soul. I was praying in tongues, so I don’t know exactly what I was praying for. I knew that this is what God wanted me to deal with. There were times I would shake so violently as if a earthquake was happening on the inside of me.

This phenomenon happened when the presence of God would hit me. I didn’t understand it, but I knew it was from God. In fact, I found videos on YouTube just to verify it was really from Him.

I will never forget the night that God shook me for 45 minutes. I went to a conference and the speaker called us up to pray over us. I went up and was ready to receive whatever God was giving out. The speaker quickly prayed over us and immediately I was buckled over shaking from the top of my head to tips of my toes.

I could feel each wave rushing over me like a tidal wave. I tried to stand up, but the weight of God had me bent over shaking as if I was being pulled by an in seen force. The intensity grew as my body tried to fight this supernatural encounter. My stomach began turning as if I were a ship being tossed in a raging storm.

I began to cry out to God to make it stop. I heard His voice, “Do you trust Me?” I quickly replied “Of course I do, please make this stop I’m going to be sick!” Again, I heard His voice, “You will not get sick, do you trust Me?” Once more I said “Yes I do, please make this stop, I’m going to throw up!” As soon as those words left my lips, I heard My Father reply “You will not get sick, do you trust me?”

I realized that God wanted something to happen through this encounter. Tired and completely nauseous I gave in and let Him do what He needed to do. My response this time was different, “Lord, I trust you, do what you must.” As my heart released the fear or mistrust I had inside of me the shaking immediately stopped.

I began to cry as I realized God wanted me to shake loose those things that had hindered Him completely. I collapsed to the ground and tried to collect my thoughts. I heard The Father gently telling me that there will be no more fear in coming to Him, but I would come joyfully.

I rested a bit and then gathered myself together to go home. I tried to comprehend what happened and I was too exhausted to figure it out. I knew that God did something huge and I would just have to wait and see what that was.

A few month later I went to another prophetic conference. The speaker was powerful and I could feel the shaking slowly bubbling up, but then something unexpected happened. I began to laugh.

I couldn’t contain it. I was bursting with joy! The laughter had me buckled over, tears were flowing and the guttural sounds of joy over powered me. I couldn’t stop it and when I did try, the more I laughed.

God said that He was removing the stones of anger, hurt and pain in order for His joy to flow. I didn’t believe that His love could feel like hearing the best joke in the world. That His joy could be as powerful as the shaking I had experienced before, but it was.

I decided to research this further and found a woman by the name of Kathie Walters who has this gift of giving joy to others. I reached out to her and asked what is the reason for the joy? Her response floored me and gave me such a wonderful perspective of God’s vision for us. Kathie said, “Joy is an end time weapon of God. Your spirit hears The Father in heaven laughing in victory and you are pulling it down here on earth.”

God took my all my sadness and in return gave me His Joy! I became a carrier of this most precious and powerful weapon to give to all His children as freely as He gave it to me.

Now when I’m praying as soon as the laughter comes I know that this is a done deal. I don’t have to worry if God is going to move on my behalf, because His heart already told me that this battle is over.

Yes, God laughs! He rejoices in victories. He breaks through the fear and trepidation with one big belly laugh!

Baby Of Mine- A Journey Of Becoming A Spiritual Mom

I’m not quite sure how it happened. I didn’t believe I was qualified or could possibly ever fill the shoes of a “Spiritual Mom”.

God began speaking this role into my destiny deep into my heart before I was ever born.

I became a mother to my younger siblings at the age of 16 because our mother was not always able to fill that responsibility. A mid life crisis crippled her to handle motherhood. She had her demons to fight with and she left us. It was hard and shocking to be abandoned at a time I needed my mother the most. I had to assume the role because my dad was only capable of working and providing. Nurturing was not in his upbringing although he was able to love us in his way.

I learned how to protect and defend my siblings as any good mother would do. I didn’t ask to be put into that position, but I accepted it. I wasn’t very good at it, so I tried to find women who were! I watched and learned. I knew by the time I had children of my own I would be the best mom I could be.

When I became a mother in 1998 and 2000 I was overwhelmed with joy! I wanted to be the mom to my children that I secretly longed for in my childhood.

Motherhood brought out this over achieving “Carol Brady” perfectionist that I believed would change my past. I made my children their first Halloween costumes. I did all the things I thought a good mom does. I would read to them, sing to them, dance and play with them. I was determined to fix all my childhood disappointments through my children lives. I would never leave them or hurt them. I would always be there to cheer them on! I was not my mother and I was proving it with each assignment I would take on.

I engulfed myself into every part of their life. I took turns with each child being their class mom. I went above and beyond the duties of a class mom so that my kids would know how much I love them. I became involved in the Parent Teacher Association eventually becoming President. I even became a cheerleading coach for daughter’s cheer squad. Yep, I was present in their life and I made sure everyone saw it. It was that constant proof that I needed that I was good mom, so I volunteered for even more things.

I even taught Catholic CCD class for my kids. This was a once a week after school program to teach children about God. That’s when it began to change. God started to change my heart and I fell in love with my little class of first graders. My heart would delight as I taught them about God and share the information from the printed pamphlets that the church provided. I wanted to adopt them all.

I think that’s when God stepped in. He wanted my little world to include His bigger world. He wanted me to be a mom to many.

First, He needed to heal me of all my broken mother wounds. It wasn’t just my mom who abandoned me, but any woman who wanted to be a mother figure in my life. The rejection from these women left an emptiness inside of me.

God broke through the striving and began to unwrap the hurts. My picture of what a good mother looked like was going to change me from the inside out.

My world began to crash around me. I couldn’t keep up the charade any longer and needed to it let go. That’s when God began to mother me.

He needed to fix my mother wounds for His greater purpose, become a mother to His children.

I remember the first time I heard God say to me “You are her spiritual mother”.

I didn’t understand it at all. I just met this beautiful young lady at a women’s retreat. I instantly connected with her. I felt such a shift inside of me. We bonded within seconds of meeting and I knew that this relationship was something different, something special.

As I got to really know my new daughter I was astounded at the understanding she had about God and the Bible. Our conversation was more of her teaching me then me teaching her. How could I possibly be a spiritual mother to someone who knows so much? I asked God “Are you sure I’m her spiritual mom? I can’t teach her anything about You.” I then heard The Lord say, “Can you be a mother to her? Can you love her with a mother’s love?” I quickly responded, yes I can.

After that confirmation I would recognize that quickening as young people would pop in and out of my life. I would just know that one needs a mother’s love, approval or nurturing.

One son referred to me as “Momma Lisa”. I giggled and smiled as I heard those words ring out. I knew that only a son or daughter could call you that. I guess it was out that I was a Momma.

At my last conference I had a vision as I was ministering to a young lady. I saw the movie Dumbo. In the scene Dumbo was being rocked in the trunk of his mother. I heard the song “Baby Of Mine”. I’ve asked The Lord why am I seeing this and The Lord replied, “Sometimes a child just needs to be rocked and held by a mother just to know that they’re loved.”

I could feel the love bubbling up from within my heart as I started to rock. My arms became the trunks that tenderly cradled this child letting them feel a mother’s love. The breaking of chains started to fall off. Any of the doubts I ever had of being called a spiritual mom were now unlocked as this vision from God suddenly became my reality.

I knew that healing was happening here not just for her, but for me. I allowed God to use me as His surrogate mother to rock away the pain, the hurt, the loneliness and the fear.

I heard the lyrics of “Baby Of Mine” from the movie Dumbo singing over us. Father God playing a lullaby that would rock away anything that would hinder His love from flowing.

Baby mine, don’t you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart, Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one, when you play, Pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,Never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew all about you,
They’d end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you, What they’d give just for the right to hold you.
From your hair down to your toes, You’re not much, goodness knows. But, you’re so precious to me, Sweet as can be, baby of mine.

It’s said that elephants make the best moms. They never leave their children, are very affectionate, are very protective and very nurturing.

I didn’t know anything about the mother elephant, but God does. He used an elephant to show me His truth and backed it up scientifically. I read many articles about elephant mother’s and how we can learn from them. God is teaching me about motherhood through an elephants eyes.

Spit Happens!

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I’ve often thought of different ways that Jesus healed people. It was unique for each person, but one completely threw me for a loop! The story of Jesus healing the man by spitting into the dirt.

It says “Then he spit on the ground, made mud with the saliva, and spread the mud over the blind man’s eyes.” John 9:6 NLT

This one story of healing has just fascinated me. I tried to understand it better by my human reasoning, so I googled it!

I found lots of sermons on this one particular topic. It seems that many people have been perplexed by this way of healing. Each person having their own theory or discovery of the use of the mud.

Researching more I discovered that both Greeks and Romans believed human saliva had healing properties, especially for ocular issues. Apparently, it was very common then and is still being discussed today. Mud is also used for medicinal purposes one use is in healing in bug bites. Both of these findings prove it wasn’t just a crazy notion from Jesus, but something actually used.

All this information still didn’t answer my questions about this healing. Jesus didn’t use this technique in every case of blindness. So, I knew that there had to be something more.

I began to ask The Father about this. I began to pray in the spirit questioning this story. I wanted God’s revelation and not mine.

The Holy Spirit started to enlighten me and He took me right into the book of Genesis where God created Adam from dirt.

Suddenly, The Holy Spirit brought me to the book of John, where Jesus spoke to the woman at the well. He said to her “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water.” John 4:10 NLT

I quickly went to the Bible and read both verses. I saw the dirt from Genesis and the water from John. When I put these two things together I got mud!

I finally got it!

Jesus used the dirt which God used in the original creation of man and mixed in spit for this new creation of miracles! He just used something from the old way of creating and added the new and better ingredient a little bit of HIM!

I was completely thrilled with this new revelation that was just downloaded to me. This made so much sense and it answered all my questions. I believed I had received a greater understanding, or at least that’s what I thought.

It was months later in my prayer time that God spoke about giving me a better understanding and a deeper comprehension of the Bible. I thought I was already receiving it, but I wasn’t. It was the deeper understanding for the miracles and that His heart had for healing. It was all the reasons why Jesus had such a desire for those discarded, rejected and unwanted.

I began to notice a pattern. I read in the Bible it was common that Jesus would become filled with compassion and then a miracle would take place.

The Holy Spirit began showing me the movement behind the miracle.

I was listening to a great friend teach about how differently Jesus healed people. Each case specific to that persons needs. He began to talk about Jesus spitting into the dirt when I was taken into a vision or a day dream.

I was back in the day that Jesus walked the earth. I saw the blind man asking for help from people walking by. I could see his hands lifted up for any offering. His brokenness and unworthiness clinging to him like a poorly made garment.

The people would slowly walk by him and I saw them spit on him! Each person looking down on this poor man trying to survive only to spit in his weathered face.

I then saw Jesus and two men beside him conversing. I was completely aware of the story I was witnessing first hand. I knew that the disciples were asking Jesus if this man was born blind because of his sins or because of the sins of his father as it is written in John 9:2.

Still caught up in this vision I watched the look on Jesus’s face as each person spat on this blind man. I somehow knew why were being so hateful. Some were afraid that they would catch the curse that had afflicted him and they believed spitting warded off evil. The others just reacted out of the vileness of their lives, it caused them to strike out at this person as if he was nothing.

I continued to watch Jesus’s face and I could feel the compassion rising up. The disciples were riding the same band wagon asking what did this man do to be born blind? I watched Jesus as He spoke to the disciples, Jesus answered, “Neither. It happened to him so that you could watch him experience God’s miracle.”John‬ ‭9:3‬ ‭TPT‬‬, and He proceed to go to the blind man. Jesus had enough and He was going to end this suffering forever!

In the Bible it is written that Jesus only did what His Father showed Him. Jesus knew His Father’s heart. He knew He needed to heal this man from blindness, but He was also going to remove the shame, unworthiness, rejection, disdain and abandonment. He was going to use what the enemy used, spit!

He is the God who redeems, so why wouldn’t Jesus use the very thing that kept that man in a place of hopelessness. He would redeem the spit! Redeem is to atone or make amends for evil. Jesus was going to change it all.

Jesus approaches the blind man. He grabs dirt and holds it in His hand. The next sound out of Jesus is a familiar one to the blind man.

The man immediately anticipates the sting of the saliva that he learned to expect. It was just his lot in life or so he thought. He waited for the spit to hit him and it didn’t come, instead he felt two tender hands touching his face. A human touch that was denied from birth. He could feel the fingers of love for the first time. A thick paste was being gently administered to his eyes and he knew on the inside something different is happening to me.

A soothing voice spoke. The man thought it almost sounded familiar. The voice told him to go to the pool of Siloam and wash his face. The man slowly got up. He knew the way to this pool. It’s where he went to clean off the mucus that would cling to his clothes.

He did as he was told. After washing off the mud from his eyes some light began to breakthrough the darkness. The light became brighter and the darkness diminished, he could see for the very first time in his life.

Suddenly ,I was aware of my surroundings of the church again. The vision was over and it completely wrecked me! I saw something I never thought of before. God was showing me His redemptive power at work. He was giving me the greater understanding of why He would use spit. The story had packed a punch that I never expected. The why’s were forever answered.

Now, I don’t have any proof to the validity of this vision being scriptural, but I do know that My Jesus uses the foolish things to make the greatest impact!

This story impacts our society more than we realize. We can all raise a toast to The Author and Finisher of all perfect works. So, Here’s mud in your eye!

Turning Water Into Wine

Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.” John‬ ‭15:5‬ ‭NLT‬‬

It’s a process.

We hear that in our mind as the trials come and go. It’s what we say to get through. It’s a word of comfort we use during uncomfortable situations.

I’m all for change. In fact I love change, but sometimes change is hard. The process of change is difficult. Because in change we are becoming different.

As a new on fire believer in God I knew that change would come, it had to. The beliefs, ideas and theories I had about God were much bigger than I had ever imagined.

I began slowly allowing Him to graft me into His vine. Letting go of everything I knew, I became part of Him, His life source. My mind, ideas and passions were not just mine anymore, but part of The Father’s too. He was intertwining me into Him as I was letting go of me.

The process of turning ordinary grapes into a extraordinary wine requires timing. The grapes need to have a perfect balance of sweetness and acidity. They need to be at the point that the juice is about to burst out of it’s skin.

Once picked all debris including the stems need to be removed. This is to ensure the wine will not become bitter.

Then comes the cleansing of dirt, debris or insects. This is very important because you want nothing to contaminate the wine. It has to stay pure and untainted.

Next comes the crushing. This is is just the right amount of pressure that will push the juice out. If you apply too much force you can actually make your wine bitter. When all the juice has been extracted then into the barrels it goes to sit and wait to be used.

It’s a funny comparison, but I feel like a grape!

Throughout the Bible you can see that grapes are used as a metaphor for humans. God uses the things that people understand to make His point clear. People know the difference between a good or bad wine!

I was going through some rough spots and felt immense pressure all around me. I prayed and asked God, “what the heck is going on right now?” I heard His voice gently answer me, “I’m crushing you!” This was not what I wanted to hear at all, but then I saw a vision that shifted me from anger to understanding.

I saw Jesus standing in an old fashion wine barrel filled with grapes. I immediately recognized it because I saw this same image in a “I Love Lucy” episode. Lucy was stomping the grapes to make wine while on a trip to Italy.

Jesus knew just how to make me understand. I saw His foot lift up and then I saw something different. I saw Him position His foot ever so carefully. His eyes closed and I felt His compassion as His foot gently pressed down fully on the grapes, on me.

There was no delight in this, but it was a necessary to crush the grapes. Jesus showed me that crushing hurts Him too. I could see that He wanted this process to be done as quickly and efficiently as possible.

We are called to be the good producers of fruit. Have you ever wondered why it’s fruit? It’s because fruit creates the wine.

He wants to take the best of what we produce and bottle it up. God is going to store it and use it at the great Marriage Supper in heaven! Our Heavenly Father waste nothing, but holds tight to all His children’s accomplishments.

God is making a wine from all we produce. He uses our tears, laughter, joy, frustration, excitement and love. He extracts the best we have in us to create the perfect balance. God desires a wine that palatable for every taste.

The bouquet is harmonious as the blending of His children comes together. The complexity could only be achieved by a master wine maker. The finish is the brilliant workmanship of perfect structure and fermentation. The yield will be great as each bottle is filled.

Humans are comprised of 50-75% water depending on age and weight. So how does God turn us into wine? It’s actually explained very clearly in the Bible. It’s through Jesus!

The first miracle Jesus did on earth was turning water into wine at a wedding. Jesus told the servers to take the empty jars that were used for cleansing people of their sin and had water poured in to fill them. Jesus then changed the water into wine.

It says in the book of John,

When the master of ceremonies tasted the water that was now wine, not knowing where it had come from (though, of course, the servants knew), he called the bridegroom over. “A host always serves the best wine first,” he said. “Then, when everyone has had a lot to drink, he brings out the less expensive wine. But you have kept the best until now!” John‬ ‭2:9-10‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Yes, God is saving the best for last!