I had a healing dream. Not specifically to any person, yet a powerful healing dream…definitely a God dream.
I don’t usually remember my dreams…any of them. However, one night not long ago my little dog Sophie, who sleeps with me, woke me up. At first I was annoyed with her and then I realized I’d been dreaming…and what a dream.
Jesus stood in the middle of the American prairie. The Rocky Mountains were behind Him. Very soft, gentle, tiny, rippling waves of healing emanated from His sandled feet and went out across the entire plains toward the mountains. The overwhelming feeling I had in the dream was He had such great compassion for all of creation and its suffering and fallen state His desire was to heal even the smallest wound of the tiniest creature, even the blades of grass. Yet, as the ripples of healing continued from His sandals, His over-arching desire was to heal “this land”, this country…America.
It was such a powerful dream. I am not usually a visionary dreamer. The fact is years go by and I don’t remember a single dream. I feel so humbled and blessed to have remembered this one. I pray it blesses others.
22 For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. ~ Romans 8:22 [NASB]
This cartoon appeared this past week in the Florida Times-Union, Jacksonville’s daily newspaper. I laughed out loud, literally.
Last night there was no shortage of good food, happy people having a wonderful time, a great band for dancing and fun. Grand Banquet Hall, University of North Florida, Jacksonville, Fl.
One of the most wonderful things about this inauguration, from the Trump Welcome Concert to the Washington, D.C. balls (which we watched on a large screen with sound on mute, as our own band was playing)…to the upcoming National Prayer service on Saturday is the feeling this is the people’s inauguration. Watching the D.C. inaugural festivities, though certainly elegant and replete with pomp, also often had a hometown feel. I loved the absence of so-called “A-List” celebrities.
One of the things I love about America is the individualism of its people. I love quirky people with unique personalities who can’t be quantified and parceled into neat little marketing groups. I guess that’s why I’m not fond of focus groups. So, I wasn’t at all unhappy when ‘big data’ got it wrong about the 2016 election.
The fact that all the analysts couldn’t slice and dice and pigeon-hole the American people thrilled me, gave me hope for the future. I’m not speaking politically in terms of Republican or Democrat. I’m saying they couldn’t predict the behavior of the American electorate and I like that.
Of course I’m sure the analysts and marketeers are having break downs. They’ve made lots of money off of the American people and can well afford the price of their psychiatrists. So, I don’t feel too badly for them. They’re freaking out because they are now doubting their ability to accurately segment the American populace into groups they can sell more stuff to. That’s a good thing, IMO. And I’m not against selling. I’m not even against data. We just rely on it much too much. Especially in our intelligence agencies. We need to get operatives on the ground, but that’s another topic.
This is about what I’m for. I’m for the type individualism in America that has bread excellence. I’m for the American entrepreneurial spirit, creative genius, the can do attitude that has always been part of our nation. I’m for the get-up-and go that has been demonstrated in the American story. I’m for the colorful differences between the many groups in America (the races, religions, ethnicities…all of them, don’t leave out the ones that don’t appear to be PC). I love the pride and the quirks of regional America. I want to celebrate these attributes which are found in a people with spirit and a greater reliance on individualism.
Work at everything you do with all your heart. Work as if you were working for the Lord, not for human masters. ~ Colossians 3:23 [NIRV]
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. ~ Philippians 4:13 [KJV]
The Trump/Pence campaign 2016 opened its west Jacksonville office today with Herman Cain as the main speaker. The crowd gathered with excitement for the Trump/Pence campaign. When Herman Cain arrived the crowd went into over drive.
The crowd was equally excited by the arrival of Glo Smith (R) who is running for congress in the 5th District. She’s the choice for change and is 100% for jobs!!!
The morning began with a rousing presentation of patriotic songs. One woman in the crowd commented to me how she was saddened we don’t hear these songs too much any more.
I replied that when I was a girl we used to sing them in school, and when we get rid of Common Core, parents and local school boards could determine to sing them once again in schools.
Trump/Pence West Jacksonville Office: 11043 Crystal Springs Rd.
After the opening some of us walked the streets talking to residents and leaving fliers. I was one who walked and I had a ball.
This group dressed in jailhouse stripes chanted, “Lock her up.”
Moi with “Mr. Trump” at the new west Jacksonville Office
Walking Sophie, my gal pal, on this misty Sunday morning in NE Florida is quiet and relaxing. I took a few photos and couldn’t help contrasting this bucolic scene with what was going on in my former hometown, NYC, after last night’s street bombing. Thirty people were injured.
If Sophie and I walk to the right when we leave the house. No place to hide a pressure-cooker bomb with a note and a cell phone.
If Sophie and I walk to the left. At the end of this street there is a rooster crowing.
Instead we chose to walk straight ahead where this tree had a major branch come down a week before Hurricane Hermine. We do get tropical storms with high winds.
My heart and prayers are with New Yorkers and also the people of Seaside, NJ who also had a bombing last night that thankfully failed to go off during the Marine Corps race. I know this is so scary, yet I also know the people of NYC and New Jersey are strong and will fight back against any type of terrorism.