Father Sent a Pianist Today

The Importance of Asking

3 Nephi 27:29

Therefore, ask and ye shall receive; knock, and it shall be opened unto you; for he that asketh  receiveth; and unto him that knocketh, it shall be opened.

Excerpt from Journal-Dec 29th, 2013

Came home from the temple (Kansas City Temple) last night. Checked my phone messages. One was from my friend Nanette Lemmon (she's the Bishop's wife and the RS music leader) telling me there was a fiasco. I called her back and knew she was needed in Primary to play the piano. I told her, "Ok, so I need to find someone to lead the music and someone else to play or we would need to do it a capella."

In my prayer last night I told Father the situation we were in and told him I really didn't want the RS sisters and I have to sing a capella. So, I  asked him (requested) that he send a visitor that could play the piano to my ward tomorrow.  So today before conducting RS, I went over to the lady that was visiting and asked if she knew how to play the piano and if she would be willing to play the piano. She replied, "Yes, if I can pick out the hymns." I said, "that will work."                                           


I was prompted to tell the sisters about praying for a pianist before the RS Meeting let out. Well after the meeting Sister Jamie Chandellor- the sister visiting my ward (no relation to our Stk Pres) told me, they were NOT planning on attending our church service. They are from NE Arkansas about 1 hour from Memphis,Tn. Her husband served a mission in Missouri and they were planning on going to (I don't remember the name of the town he served in) but while they were traveling to get there, things didn't work out. They got too late of a start and decided to go ahead and come to Branson now (They are spending their next weeks vacation here). After she told me this, I then knew why I was to share this experience with all the RS sisters. It was just as much for her as it was for me.

I smiled and chuckled and said to her,  "I think Heaven had to do with your delay and that I prayed you here! Thank you for coming!!!"

She is also a RS President in her first year. She told her husband she needed a break. She just had 2 funerals and Christmas stuff to be in charge of for her ward.


    

We Damned Eachother Part 2

It's been 12 years since I wrote that journal entry that I shared in part 1. Part 1 came to me this morning as I was guided by Spirit to find my old journal and look up my original recording of this experience. This part down below was actually partially written a week ago but didn't come all together until now. Sometimes I would like to just skim over parts of my past or how I saw things but realize that is part of the journey.




As time goes by and my understanding of things of the Spirit has deepened I wanted to share this story again, but with more detail and with a new set of eyes.
 
My Mom's mom Grandma Brumble and I NEVER saw eye to eye (while in the flesh). We were both spit fires. She had the red hair to prove it. When I was a little girl, she made the following statement to my Mom: "She hates me!" To which my mom replied, No mom-she hates everyone!" She past away the summer before my senior year of High School. It didn't really matter to me that she died, I had no feelings for her. Yikes, I know that sounds really bad and harsh but that was where I was.
    I remember my mom letting me know over the years since she herself has become a Grandma that she wanted her grandchildren to like her and wanted to be involved in their lives. She didn't want her grandchildren to have the kind of relationship or no relationship with her how it was for her kids and her mom. According to my Mom she told her, "I raised my kids and now it's your turn to raise your own, I will not interfere." We (her mortal family) saw her filled with bitterness and that bitterness was like cancer, eating away and finally killing all her joy and happiness.








     Anyways, I didn't realize that I had harbored not only negative feeling towards my own Grandma but in part I was holding her part and she was holding me back. Typing this up I just realized it was 7 years later she came to me while I was sleeping. First thing I noticed besides the flaming red hair and a younger version of herself was her countenance. She was so happy and cheerful (something I really didn't see while I knew her here on earth). She told me she was happy and then her face changed and said,

"We are holding each other back, we are both damned. Neither one of us can continue on our journey until we forgive each other. This is why I had permission to come to you. It was for both our sakes."

I (my Spirit) freely forgave her in that moment as I was given understanding- walked in her heart. She forgave me as well. As we did this, peace came over the two of us.






       Shortly after Grandma died she came to her sister. Totally different reason and visit then the one with me. My Mom felt left out that her Mom had come to both Aunt Lady and me but not to her. I told her, I am sorry she did not come to you. But I am not proud of why she came to me. She and I needed that visit so that the healing process could begin for the two of us. Out of all her family, the children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, I was the one damning her and in return she was damning me.


This is not something I am proud of. But I am sharing this on here  so others can read it and can know there is hope for them and their family as well. I don't know who needs this post but I do know it is for at least 1 person and it was the next message the Lord wanted me to share. Jesus and his Atonement is for real.  My grandma and my life were intertwined. So much bitterness and resentment festered in our hearts towards each other, we were mirrors for each other. We could see in the other one what we could not see in ourselves. He gave us (my Grandma and I) each other to learn and grow from.




      I am grateful for loving and caring Heavenly Parents and my Savior Jesus. The Atonement is amazing! Forgiveness to others and ourselves is vital. I love my Grandma since that special visit from her. I saw her with new eyes. I saw her how our Savior saw her. I was also able to walk in her heart. To understand the why's and how's of her life with all the background information and her intentions. I can't really described it and I don't remember everything now or rather I am still processing that encounter. But I do know that visit with my wonderful Grandma was a tender mercy of the Lord.

We Damned Eachother Part 1

Excerpt from Family Journal Jan 5th 2003,


I talked to my Mom on the phone this afternoon. I shared with her the dream I had of her mom and me. (Dream from several months ago). I truly feel it was inspired and that our spirits communed with each other. It's something my mom needed to hear. It turns out she been praying and anxious about her mom and how she is in the spirit world.


The relationship I had with Grandma Brumble wasn't a very happy filled one. She was filled with bitterness and that bitterness was like cancer. Eating away and finally killing her spirit. But now I know her a little better. I got to know her Spirit. She is happier now with a new countenance, with a smile on her face (something I hardly saw, while she was alive.) I know she is happy and a different type of person then I knew. I'm looking forward to seeing her again & know that she truly loves me even though I didn't feel loved by her before. I'm also in the process of letting my own bitterness towards her go. I know she is a loving person and cares about her family. I just wished , when this experience happened, I wrote down the dream...Sharing this with my Mom was a wake up call to me about the importance of writing in my journal and recording special things that have happened to my family and me.

The Atonement of Christ in Action

Excerpt from Dream Journal Sep 28th, 2010

"I attended a funeral for an older man in my ward. He lived here for 40 years.

The person in charge was pleasantly suprised to see so many church people there...I was about to walk in when I noticed my shoes didn't match each other. I went over to the coat rack where there were extra shoes. I found a pair that fit.... Went into the room, the place was nearly full. I went down to the front to get to the right side aisle. The coffin was up front to the right. I met a woman who was paying her last respects. The middle section of seats was reserved for the family members of Jackie P. (the man who died). A grown son of  Jackie came into the room and when he saw the Lady next to his dad's casket he was very angry, he demanded that she leave at once!

(In the past she was very unkind to Jackie and was viewed as an enemy)

but I knew she had a mighty change of heart-through
the Atonement of Jesus Christ.  Father in Heaven, Jesus, and Jackie
had already forgiven her and that she now truly loved this fellow
brother. I got up to bear my testimony of the mighty change of heart she
had and how it happened. I bore my testimony of the Atonement of Jesus
Christ. I had the woman make direct eye contact with me....
  then I talked about the Savior and his suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane,

 how he bled from every pore. How he died on the cross and was resurrected.
END OF DREAM

What I discovered from this dream

I learned much more about the miracle of forgiveness-
God's forgiveness for me and my forgiveness for others.


What a wonderful gift!


My love for the Savior has deepened.


This gives me strength and quiet courage to have clean hands and a pure heart.


To not allow myself to be offended, bitter, or unkind towards others.


That no matter how others treat me, I can be like the Savior and return good for evil,
be kind to the unkind.


To care more about them and their Salvation and learning, then my own needs
and circumstances.


To have more faith in the Savior.


To be willing to take upon myself my own cross that I will have to bear.
That all who are true disciples of Christ will do." End of Journal Excerpt

This dream is from almost 5 years ago. Boy does time seem to fly by.
I am grateful to Father for giving me many dreams through the years to learn and grow from.

Please discover & develop the gifts/talents that the Lord has blessed you with and share them with others as guided by the Spirit. May we all be full of Charity and be quick to forgive is my humble prayer. In his Holy name, even Jesus Christ, Amen.

Passing the Test/The Lonely Road

May this help someone out there who is going through their test and begins walking on the Lonely Road. You are not alone. Follow the Living Christ. He is mighty to save. He loves you very much!

The following comes from one of my journals.

I believe this was the first time I had received persecution from "within" in my dreams.

*Background info on me-Growing up I was SASSY (I guess I still am), blunt, no one's doormat. Also, not very gentle, kind, nor meek.*  

June 18th, 2009

"I still remember bits and pieces from what happened in my dream from a few weeks ago. The women's bathroom at church was redecorated. Sister G from my ward was the one responsible. I loved it! It didn't feel like a bathroom at all. But, Sister X did NOT like it. Neither did most of the sisters in her ward. So they destroyed it, took the fabric/wall paper off the stalls and ceiling.

   Meanwhile, there was a prank in the Primary Room. The sisters were ANGRY. They were like a mob and wanted to catch the culprit. Well, all the evidence lead to me. It was my stuff that was used for the prank. I wasn't with them, so no alibi. It looked like I was the guilty party. But I had nothing to do with it. I didn't even know the prank existed. They wouldn't believe me. They were angry and had all this proof against me. Then I remember I spoke and said, "But Heavenly Father knows what happened and he knows I am innocent and that is the only thing that matters to me. I'm sad that you don't believe me, and want to blame me, and I don't blame you for blaming me." While I was walking down the hallway near the library a sister who I knew really well and was a friend started attacking me verbally and spiritually. I let her continue until it was all out of her system. Then with a cheerful smile, I told her sincerely that I still loved her very much. Well, that made her and the mob more angry. I knew I had 1/2 of all Branson church members angry with me. They wanted me to leave church, leave the area, and never come back. But I knew I was where I needed to be, that I was there to worship Heavenly Father.

   Right before walking into the Cultural Hall for Sunday School a wave of light and understanding came to me soul. The voice of my Savior told me that I had past the Test. That I held true, that I didn't get angry or complain or tell anyone about what I just went through. But stayed close to him and allowed the Atonement to work. That I was now on the "Lonely Path." One that all Joint Heirs of Christ would be on while here on earth. Having that knowledge lifted my soul, tears came down my cheek as I entered Sunday School. The first person I saw and greeted me was my Mom. She was aware of the whole mob thing. She was concerned for me and the first thing she said was, "Do you realize that 1/2 of the church members hate you and want you to leave?" I said, " I was fully aware of it." That puzzled my Mom that I looked so happy and peaceful, still, and happy. I told her I had past my test from Heavenly Father and that it didn't matter if people were hostile to me or how they treated me. That I would continue to be faithful to all my covenants and that I would continue to come to Church to worship our Father in Heaven. I told her that Father knew I was innocent and that was good enough for me. The next person I saw in a line of empty chairs was Caroline McAuley whose back was facing me but as I approached her she turned in her seat. I came to her, she smiled big at me. I knew that she knew what I had just experienced and that she was also on the "Lonely Road". But she had been on it a lot longer then I had been. For me I just started it. She gave me words of encouragement and we sat together and enjoyed each others presence.

   The dream then changed a little- In the dream I was in a huge house and I wasn't welcomed there. I didn't let that stop me, I went up a couple flights of stairs being guided by the Holy Ghost. I knew I needed to talk to my brother Shane. He was resting when I ran to him. I woke him up and told him I was guided to come to him. I also knew he was on the "Lonely Road." and that he needed to talk to me. He smiled but before he could say anything the alarm clock woke me up.-End of dream

   I felt prompted at Church to share this dream with Sister McAuley. She asked me if I applied and am willing to "walk the Lonely Road"? I told her I was and that I had joined her. She thanked me for sharing this dream that involved her. I also shared this dream about a week ago with the sister missionaries-Sister Hawkins, Sister Beck, and I think Sister Ludka. I told them I often have dreams where my Testimony is tested, that I proclaim the Gospel and stay steadfast. Sis. Hawkins asked if I wrote these dreams down. Some of them I have but remembered that this dream I didn't. So that's why it's being recorded now (June 18th).

  I will be typing up all the dreams/experiences I have had and put them in one volume. So I can re-read them and remember the lessons I have learned from them and how I felt. Also, so others will know me better, that they might learn from my Earth Experiences and know what I dreamed about, thought about, who I have become. Up to this point of time I always disliked the meaning of my name. Sally and Sadie come from Sarah=Princess. I always thought "Girly-Girl" But now I am embracing it. I am of Noble Birth, I am Heavenly Father's daughter-which means I really am a princess."

Hole in One/Being Decieved

 

Excerpt taken from my Dream Journal- June 18th, 2009

My mom, other family members, and others I knew were excited to play. There were many "greens" side by side. We were at the first one. They were all getting a hole in one. Since you couldn't beat a hole in one, you had to try to tie it. I asked if I had to stay inside that same "green area" or if I could use the whole park as my course to get the ball into the hole. I kept trying to T-off, when someone would move my ball to put theirs down to play.
To the side was a man in bright (white) Robes encouraging players, saying something to which now, after waking up I can't remember what he said. I was about to go when I recognized through the power of the Holy Ghost that the man in the robes was in fact Satan, he was disguised. That the true or correct course we should be playing on was just to the right of us, looking almost identical to the first one. It just needed to be "plugged in." All the courses had an electrical plug that once plugged in lite them up and activated them. I told all those that had played the first hole who that man really was and to those still waiting to play that they were all deceived. That the correct course/green was next to it only a few feet away. I also told the group that the man never said __(which now I can't remember exactly-something like being the true Savior, but a word that parallels it.) Satan was unmasked to who he really was and others listened to me and changed to the other course, the one on the right. There was more to the dream but I have already forgotten it.

Where to begin?

A few days ago, I woke up and knew I either needed to create a new blog and name it The Living Christ or to go online and try to find it. I was hoping for the latter. No luck, so here I am making this blog. I love reading the blogs of others. However, I don't like doing one myself. For starters, it reveals my great weakness in writing. Mostly grammar and spelling errors. I know I am to just let go and not worry about it too much and just share my journey. I am having a personal relationship with him, The Living Christ.

Doing this blog will be a journey as well. I invite you to come along for the ride. I will be putting a lot of my "learning dreams" and experiences that the Lord wants me to share on here.

"Learning Dreams"= me being taught by the Spirit or rather God sending departed family members and/or Angels to come and teach my spirit while my body is sleeping. The kinds of dreams I have had over the years have change/progressed as my journey has progressed over the years.