Storm Haven - Part Two

Hello friends and family!
As all of you know I rarely write to anyone, unlike my wife Mary who rarely uses a computer but
loves writing letters. Many of the things I will write in this letter I have shared with some of you, but perhaps some things you don’t remember or haven’t heard.

I want to share with each of you the reason why I left my beloved South to move to the cold of Idaho of all places. In short, it was because the Lord Jesus specifically instructed me to come here, but I will share the why and how.

Over the years I have infrequently had dreams and visions that came to pass. The first one that I still recall vividly was when we went to Brother Bailey’s pentecostal church in Ruston, La. I don’t remember the year exactly, but it had to be around the time my daughter Raquel was born in 1993.

Bro. Bailey was a supervisor for Med Express, which was basically a taxi service for medicaid patients that provided transportation to routine doctor visits. They either owned or contracted about 400 cars. I worked for Med Express as a driver during that time, and Bro. Bailey was both my supervisor and the pastor of the church that we attended.

Med Express was owned by a Pentecostal preacher and it was busted for medicaid fraud, shutting it down and putting me out of a job along with everyone else. Bro. Bailey started up a medicaid transportation business of his own shortly after Med Express was shut down.

I had a dream right during this time period. I saw a tornado coming, headed for Bro. Bailey’s house. On the side of his house was large letters, spelling out the name of his business, but the lettering wasn’t finished. Parked in the yard were his cars and van that was owned by his business, and he and his wife and all the employees were standing in the yard.

The tornado approached quickly and unexpectedly from the opposite side of the house without them seeing it. Right as it hit the house, everyone ran inside and the tornado enveloped the house and kept on its way. When the dust cleared, the house was not damaged but the business sign was gone and everything pertaining to the business was gone. Nothing else was missing or damaged.

I awoke from the dream and immediately knew that it was from the Lord, and I felt I knew the interpretation as well. I rushed to church the next service to tell Bro. Bailey about it. This was the first time I learned a lesson about how the messenger is not very popular when he tells something those listening don’t want to hear! Because of this lesson I have been reluctant to share anything with others that the Lord Jesus shows me unless I really feel I should.

I told Bro. and Sis. Bailey the dream and told them I thought that it meant that before they got their new business off the ground and running something was going to happen to shut it down completely. They would lose everything pertaining to the business, but their personal effects, themselves, and their employees would be fine, just no business would exist after this.

I was shocked when they reacted in anger, saying loudly “That is not of God, I do not accept that, that is not of God!!!” I was thoroughly rebuffed and didn’t know what to say. I was a young insecure man, so I just walked away not knowing what to think.

Three months later, without warning, medicaid suddenly announced that they were eliminating the medical transportation funding. At church, Bro. and Sis. Bailey came to me and wanted me to tell them the dream again. I was a little hesitant after the last reaction, and I didn’t know about the medicaid defunding, but I told the whole dream. After I finished telling it, they said, “That was of God, that was of God!” It played out exactly as I saw it in the dream. They lost everything with the business, but everyone found jobs quickly and never missed a beat.

I have had many more dreams, visions and words of knowledge that have come to me in the years since. Not every day, not even every year. Sometimes I didn’t believe them myself at first, but over the years I have learned to listen when God speaks, and to OBEY! Oh, how painful it is when I don’t obey the Lord. Those He loves he chastens, and it doesn’t feel good, that is for sure. I have received my share of spankings over the years.

I will relate another story that will hit a little closer to home for many of you. I had just gone through a 14 month period of no employment. I had been falsely accused of being a child molester, and though I was cleared of the charges in many peoples mind I was still guilty.

Those I went to church with warned the schools my children attended about me, and they also took it upon themselves to contact many of my business associates and warn them of me. This ultimately led to my business crashing and me being unemployable. During this 14 month period we received no income from a job, my business was dead, and I was afraid to apply for food stamps for fear that my kids would be taken away as they were when I was investigated regarding the molestation charges.

We lived in a cabin with no running water in the house and our note was $440 per month. We never missed a payment the entire 14 month period. We often, sometimes daily, ran out of food. Mary and I would go sit on a bench made of a board and two cinder blocks in our yard and pray asking the Father to provide for us. He DID! We never missed a single meal during this entire time, though we never knew how we were going to pay bills or buy groceries. Often checks would come in the mail to us, and always the money came from a source that did not know of our situation. If we are faithful to God and look to him, He will be faithful to us!

That time came to an end when the Lord directed me to a stranger who became my business partner. That business was wildly successful in a very short period of time. Eight months after we started the business, I was forced out of it by my partner. Many miracles took places as the hand of God was directing that, but the end result was that on June 15th, 2005 I suddenly was no longer a business owner, nor could I do business in north Louisiana per the no compete I had signed, and I had some money in hand.

My wife had always wanted to move back to her home town of Slidell, La. on the east side of New Orleans, and I was agreeable to that. As we stood there with the money, Mary asked “Are we going to move to New Orleans?” When she said that, I suddenly had a download of knowledge in an instant from the Lord. I suddenly knew that New Orleans would get hit by a massive hurricane, wiping it out. I also understood without a doubt that if we moved there we would lose everything we had and we were NOT to move there.

Now this was a little difficult to explain to my sweet wife why I suddenly knew we were not to move to New Orleans when previously I had been for it. I also knew that we were to move to the Austin, TX area. The gut wrenching part of this though was that our son who had moved out wanted to stay. I never would have moved leaving him or any other family member behind prior to this.

Mary and I had many discussions over it and we came to an impasse. She wanted to go to New Orleans, and I felt the Lord wanted us to move to Austin. Finally after much discussion and prayer, my sweet wife declared that she would go along with the move if I really felt like it was the Lord, but she wanted it to be known that her desire was to go to Slidell. I must confess at times I felt like a cruel heartless husband going directly against my wife’s wishes, but I was convinced of what the Lord had shown me.

One month later in July 2005 we moved to Georgetown on the north side of Austin. Sporadically Mary would burst into tears and ask “Why couldn’t we have moved to New Orleans?” I felt terrible at the disappointment she felt, but I also did not budge.

As all of you know, Hurricane Katrina hit August 29, 2005. Even though I knew in the spirit that it was going to come, I still was emotionally devastated when it hit. I was numb for 3 weeks, almost in disbelieve at the scope of the catastrophe that took place. Mary cried and cried, asking me, “How did you know, how did you know?”

Thank God that when He spoke to me, I listened!

The next time the Lord spoke to me, I wasn’t quite so receptive to what He had to say. Shortly after I moved to Texas, the Lord pressed upon me to sell all of my cleaning equipment and not look back. This I did not receive! This was who I was, Jeff the carpet cleaner, The Grime Buster as my mother in law would call me. My trade was my identity. I was an expert in all the cleaning trades.

To make matters worse, in January 2008 I purchased a 30 year old carpet cleaning business. Not only did I not sell the equipment the Lord had told me to, in direct defiance to what He showed me, I purchased the business. In February 2008 I broke all the records for all Februarys I had a record for. Things were great!

I think it was towards the end of February I had a dream that scared the socks off of me. I was laying in my bed sound asleep and in my dream I woke up. There was a lamp and chair beside my bed, and my dad was sitting there. He said “America is about to go through the worst depression it has ever had in its entire history, and it will be fueled by rising petroleum cost!”

That was the entirety of the dream, but I woke up immediately with my heart racing away, got out of bed and went and sat in my recliner in the living room. I knew that even though it was my dad in the dream, it was the voice of God speaking to me without a doubt. I sat there and prayed and asked the Lord “What do you want me to do Lord?” The Lord told me to sell my carpet cleaning business. I was floored, in total disbelief. Sell my carpet cleaning business? But Lord, I just broke all the records for sales for a February! I wrestled with it, back and forth. Finally, I told the Lord that I couldn’t do it.

The Lord never condemned me, never said anything back, it was just quiet. In fact, I did not hear the Lord speak to me again for 2 years! Ouch! Right after that dream, the price of fuel started going up. Me being the smart one, with this knowledge from the Lord but my own plan of action, I decided to pay off all the bills with the company with all this money I was making. In February I owed I think $10,000 on my carpet cleaning van. I paid a lot extra every month, paying it down.

In October 2008 came a crash, and my business dropped to 1/2 the volume of sales. I only owed $400 on the van at that point, but it took me two months to pay it off I was in such dire straights. I struggled on till July 2010, by which time I was only making $100 in my pocket each month for full time work. I was working a full time job teaching the cleaning trades in a prison, working full time in my own carpet cleaning business, and working a whole lot in the local church.

I was only sleeping 3-4 hours a night and working or at church the rest of the time. In June it finally caught up with me and my heart started skipping beats. An emergency room visit and several doctors visits later, it was determined I had no heart problems, it was just fatigue. In July the doctor gave me an ultimatum: Slow down or you are going to be in here with real heart problems.

I walked out of his office and I felt the strong chastening hand of the Lord on me. I knew this was due to my disobedience to what He told me in February 2008. Immediately after that visit I made three phone calls and I was out of the carpet cleaning business for good. The first week of August a man I knew took over the business, and I was totally free. At first I didn’t know what to do, but I was excited about finally obeying the Lord, for I knew that He would now show me what I was to do.

Towards the end of that first week of August, I had a vision of a mass evacuation out of Austin, TX on I-35. It wasn’t like a moving picture, more like a snapshot. I saw a place about 2 miles south of Jarrell, and all lanes were going north, including the feeder roads and some were even driving on the grass. However, something had happened, and traffic was stopped and there was no escape from what they were fleeing.

I specifically remember a red tow truck with a rock back Jerr-Dan bed on it, and a late 80’s or early 90’s grey Chevrolet custom van. The tow truck driver was a shorter man with a full beard wearing mechanic pin stripe shirt and he was standing beside his truck looking back. A lady was wearing a fawn or beige colored business attire with a matching skirt and jacket and a white blouse underneath, perhaps something she would wear to an office job. The sky was clear and bright daylight.

After I had this vision, I had no idea why there was an evacuation. I didn’t know if it was a natural disaster, a terrorist attack, or what. I thought perhaps the Lord showed it to me to help the people in it as I only lived two miles from the place I saw in the vision, so every day I prayed asking the Lord how I could help the people.

At first I thought perhaps I could buy blankets and food, but where would I put everyone? I walked around my yard, looking at my one acre and I couldn’t figure out how I would house very many people. Then I thought of our church. It was at the end of our street, and there was 13 acres with a pond and also a outside pavilion I had helped build. Perhaps the pastor would allow the church to be used to house people when this occurred.

I went to the Pastor and told him my vision and asked if the church could be used. I would buy the blankets and food, could it be stored at the church? The pastor said he didn’t believe the vision, no I couldn’t do that. Well, that ruled that option out. What could I do? I continued to pray asking for guidance.

Three weeks after the vision, my friend Dan had to put his 18 wheeler in the shop in Waco. I ran up there and picked him up, and we went by Heritage Ministries in Elm Mott, a Pentecostal Mennonite community on the north side of Waco. They have a bakery, pottery studio, carpentry shop, water powered grist mill, and they farm their 540 acres with horses. Any time I went to Waco I liked to stop by and I had made friends among the community members.

After we left and headed home, I told Dan about my vision of the evacuation out of Austin. He looked at me intently and said “What are we going to do about it Jeff?” I immediately replied, “We are going to move to Sandpoint, ID!”

Dan looked stunned, then asked me a totally off the wall question: “Do you know what temperature it is in Sandpoint, ID?” What kind of question was that?! Of course I didn’t know! “No, I don’t even know where Sandpoint is,” I said. He then told me the temperature, which was in the 70’s. I asked “How do you know what temperature it is?” He replied he had just talked to his wife and she had told him.

He then asked me why Sandpoint and I replied it was where I felt the Lord has just told me know where we needed to go. We both were in shock and disbelief at what had just occurred. Dan shared that he was looking at that area to move there, and his wife had the temperature on the Weather Bug on her computer.

When this happened, I did not even know where the state of Idaho was, much less Sandpoint. If you had given me a map of the states with no names, I would have thought that Idaho was where Nevada is, and I thought it was desert country and flat.

This revelation really shook me up, and I didn’t think it was a coincidence. I continued to pray about it for further revelation as to what I was to do.

A few weeks later in September I had yet another vision. In this one I was standing off the coast of Louisiana, quite a ways out in the Gulf of Mexico on a barrier island. The barrier island was under water, and I was about knee deep. I could look back and see the coast. It was kind of representative, and I could also see the coast line of Mississippi, Florida, Texas, and Mexico.

Looking out towards the Gulf I saw a massive storm headed for our shores. The clouds were pitch black, and there was the drop in temperature that comes with a storm like that and I felt a thrill of terror running through my bones. The winds were picking up, and I kept saying to myself: “I am woefully unprepared for what is coming to America, I am woefully unprepared for what is coming to America!”

I understood the storm to be three things: First, the storm was bringing great Spiritual destruction to America. Second, the storm was bringing great financial destruction to America. Third the storm was bringing great physical destruction to America.

This vision really shook me, so I began praying in earnest about whether I was to move to Idaho, and why I was to move to Idaho. The Lord told me that it was a safe place, and that I was going ahead or going before. I then prayed for confirmation.

Over the next several weeks, everywhere I went I heard people talking about Sandpoint, ID, I place I previously never heard spoken. Finally it was decision time. What was I to do with this? As I pondered and prayed, and talked to my wife about it, she asked me a question that shook me to my core. She asked “Are you sure the Lord is telling you we should move?” I replied “Yes.” Then came the one that scared my socks off: She asked “What will happen if you don’t do what the Lord has shown you to do?” This put terror through my heart, knowing that there would be consequences if I disobeyed God.

I then began in earnest to prepare to move. I am a junk collector, so I had a lot of junk, uh, treasures, filling my storage buildings and yard. I began selling, scrapping, or hauling to the dump everything that I couldn’t take in one trip. The Lord helped me mightily in this as He sent buyers for a lot of out of the ordinary things that are difficult to sell. I would have one caller, one buyer and at a good price.

Not everyone was happy to see us go, however. The church I had attended for 5 years and worked in faithfully thought that I was making a huge mistake. The pastor tried to use everything he could think of to keep us from moving, but I was certain of what God had shown me, so I didn’t waver.

I reasoned things out in my human reasoning and decided that we would move in the summer after Raquel graduated from high school. I was quite sure Raquel would be Valedictorian of her class, so we had to stay till summer for that. A couple weeks went by, then I thought, surely the Lord has a specific time for me to move. I then prayed and asked the Lord, and He said in the winter.

Winter?! Didn’t the Lord know I was a southerner! Move in the winter? Who in their right mind would move in the winter? What about Raquel? I couldn’t ask her to move in the winter and give up her chance to be valedictorian! And what about my job teaching in the prison?

The Lord told me that I would lose my job in January, to go after I lost my job. This new information left me in a state of confusion. Lose my job? How was I going to lose my job? What was going to bring that about? Questions, questions.

Well, first I had to address the issue about Raquel. I told the Lord I just couldn’t ask Raquel to move unless she wanted to go. I made arrangements with a couple of families that would allow her to finish out her school year there. Once that was settled, I went to talk to Raquel about it. Much to my surprise, without hesitation, she said she would go with us. The Lord had already been dealing with her about it.

At work, all seemed well. I was getting commendations on being such a good teacher, the slaps on the back and praise. I was wondering if I would get fired or how it would come about. In December all the wondering came to an end. Budget cuts had hit the prison system in Texas, and my prison eliminated not only my position but most of the trades in the education department, along with all the middle management among the correction officers. I was the only one with a big smile on my face when the Warden told me I was losing my job. All I could think of is “I’m not crazy, that was God speaking to me!”

My pastor warned me that I had better not move during the winter time. He said that if I moved in the winter I’d get caught in a blizzard and my whole family would die and it would be my fault. I brushed his warnings aside, sure of what God had showed me. However, that day when I walked out of the prison after losing my job, all I could think of was his warning ringing in my ears. Terror gripped me in the throat and I could hardly even pray. All I could moan was “Oh God, oh God.” For three days I was gripped by the terror of bringing about the death of my family by getting caught in a blizzard.

On the third day, I had another vision. In this vision I saw an interstate highway with a particular color grayish granite looking rock. The white lines and center dashes where newly painted white, and snow was about 4” off the white line on either side, but the road was clear. The Lord spoke clearly to me and said “You will not drive on any snow when you are going North!” Immediately peace and calm flooded me, and the fear left.

I was now fearless! With God telling me this, what was there to fear? I was ready to drive right through the middle of Wyoming. I asked the Lord what route to take and He showed me to go the lower route. From Austin over to I-10 out to El Paso, across New Mexico and Arizona. I was to turn and go up through Kingman, AZ and Las Vegas, NV and straight up I-15 through Salt Lake City to Ogden, UT. He did not show me anything past Ogden though no matter how much I prayed.

I packed the final things and started loading a trailer I had purchased to make the move with. As I loaded the trailer, one axle broke and it bent the frame on my 3/4 ton pickup that was hooked to the front! I was beside myself! I did not know what to do, and I didn’t think I had enough money to pay for a Uhaul truck. A good friend was helping me load the trailer and offered to pay for the Uhaul truck. Wow! I didn’t know what to say. To this day I am very grateful for his help. We transferred everything over to the Uhaul and on February 2, 2011 we left Jarrell headed for Idaho.

When we left, the news was saying that the biggest snowstorm in the history of the U.S. was in progress. They called it Snowmeggedon. It had gone all the way into Mexico and killed the crops, and El Paso was snowed in with no equipment to clear the roads. Due to batteries dying from the extreme cold we were experiencing, we had to replace them and got a late start, so we only made it to Ozona, TX on I-10 that night. When we got up the next morning, Austin had got 3” of snow and the roads were closed behind us (no snow plows), and El Paso was still closed.

We headed down I-10 and my wife was a little concerned about the roads being closed ahead. Suddenly, I recognized the road we were on. It was the exact same road I had seen in the vision with the snow! No fear now!

When we got to El Paso, the roads were clear to the white line and we passed through without a problem. We spent the night in New Mexico that night. The next morning, El Paso got hit again and the roads were closed, but we were already on the other side. We drove that day to Kingman, AZ and spent the night. When we got up the next morning, our destination was Ogden, UT, but the weather reports said the roads were closed there due to a blizzard. We headed out, stopping at a truck stop close to the Nevada/Utah border and ate the last Popeye’s chicken that we would have for a very long time.

When we got to Ogden, the roads were clear and we spent the night there. Reports were saying a blizzard would hit at any time. I had a bit of a dilemma now. The Lord hadn’t shown me the route to take past Ogden. Looking at the maps it looked like the best route was to continue up I-15 through southern Idaho into Montana, then head west on I-90 into north Idaho. I stopped at a truck stop and asked some of the truckers and they all told me the same route. However, the Lord still had not told me the route, so I had some doubt. I told my wife to stay right behind me in the pickup truck, and when we got to the fork in the road where we could either go towards Boise, ID or continue north on I-15 we would see what the Lord would have us do. If He said nothing, I intended on going straight north on I-15.

Continue: Part Three

Storm Haven - Part Three

She did as I asked, and I drove in the middle lane as we approached the “Y” in the road. When I was only a few hundred feet away, the Lord told me to go left towards Boise! I had not looked at this route at all, so I did not know what options I had. Different ones were calling us to check on our progress, and they were worried about the storms all around us.

Shortly after I turned towards Boise, someone called and asked if we were trapped on I-15 in the blizzard. They had seen on the news that there were cars trapped on I-15 about where we should have been. I replied we were on I-84. Ogden had been hit with snow behind us, closing the road, and where we should have been got hit, closing the road, but where we were was clear. Thank the Lord!

My telephone advisors suggested I take highway 95 north out of Boise to get where I was going, so I agreed. When I got to highway 95, once again the Lord changed my plans and told me to go straight. After I crossed into Oregon, another phone call came: “Are you trapped on highway 95 in the blizzard? You ought to be about there.” Once again I had escaped!

We crossed a mountain pass and dropped down into LeGrande, OR, and the Lord told me to stop at a motel. As we checked in, the clerk informed me that the next pass was closed! we would have been trapped there.

The next morning as we were checking out, a different clerk was on duty. I asked her if the pass was open, and she replied no, it was closed. As I pondered what I should do, she added, “You can’t get to Boise right now.” Boise? I had just come from Boise over that pass the night before! We had hit it with perfect timing. We stopped before getting to the closed pass, then that pass opened the next morning, but the one we had just crossed over was now closed!

We finished our trip without any more events and arrived in Priest River, Idaho with $1200 in our pocket, no house, no job, in February which is the absolute worse time to try to find something. We never missed a beat or a meal and all our needs have been supplied. I could go on with all the many things that have happened here, but I wanted to relate to each of you how the Lord directed us to move here and how He made the way.

I had another dream after we moved here in 2011. In that dream I saw people fleeing and their cars were on fire. A fire truck responding was off on the side of the road in flames as well. I heard “People are dying on their way North because they waited too late.” Regarding this dream I do not know where the road was, but I took it to mean that some people in the South should have moved North but they did not when the Lord prompted them to, and the consequence was that they all perished.

An amazing thing has happened since we have moved here. We have probably met at least 100 people, if not more, who have moved to this area who all say the Lord directed them to move here because of a calamity that is coming. Some from the west coast, some from the east coast, and many from Texas. One unique thing is that none of them are connected. They don’t know each other, they only know that the Lord has told them to move here and that it is a safe area.

I often have said that the safest place to be is in the center of God’s will, whether that is in the middle of the wilderness, in the city, or caught in the crossfire between two opposing armies. Make no mistake, there is a huge calamity coming to the United States. Our collective sins as a nation have piled up and judgement will come for that. I believe there are safe places in many areas of the U.S. and abroad, not just here. What is most important though is that we have a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ.

Matthew 7:21-23 “Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doth the will of Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

We MUST have a relationship with our Lord Jesus. Yes we may be used in the gifts of the spirit, in casting out demons, in the sick being healed. Yet if we do not have a relationship with him it is all for nothing.

If we diligently seek to know what our heavenly Father would have us to do, I guarantee you that He WILL answer! Do not wait until you are caught in a crisis then expect that you will suddenly be kept from harm. He is calling, sending out a warning to all that will listen to prepare their hearts and in some cases to move their feet to a different location.

Many of you reading this letter live in my beloved Texas. I grew up citing the pledge of allegiance to the Texas flag, and it was instilled in me to be proud to be a Texan. Please hear me when I say this, I don’t think my beloved Texas is going to survive the calamity that is coming to its shores. I believe millions will die.

I do not have any particular revelation as to the time frame that this will take place, but I feel an urgency in my spirit to prepare NOW. Many signs point to the Fall of this year, 2015 bringing in many terrible things. I do not know this personally from the Lord about when it will happen, but I have already obeyed what the Lord has shown me to do to protect my family, and I have moved 2000 miles away to the place He has told me to move. I urge each of you in the strongest way possible to earnestly seek the Lord to know what He will have you and your family to do and to come to a place of peace (not complacency!) with that.

When the Lord directs you to do something, He will make the way for you, and provide for your every need, just as he has for my family and I. We have learned to live a very simple life here in Idaho. We purchased 5 acres and the girls have 6 milk sheep (for cheese), 1 meat sheep, 2 pygmy goats (useless pets unless I wanted some stringy meat) and 7 milk goats along with free range chickens and 8 rabbits.

We are off grid with solar panels and a generator providing our power and a old fashion outhouse. We currently haul our water, but I dug a well in December that we can throw a bucket into if we need to. It is peaceful here, and life is much simpler than when we lived in the city. We have learned to
be much more comfortable in a much smaller space, and I like it as does my family.

I am still learning more and more how to listen to the Lord Jesus and follow what He shows me to do. I had a lot that needed to be done to prepare here, so the Lord gave me the past 6 months off with pay! Now, not exactly the way I would have liked to. I drive a logging truck, and I fell on December
29th while at work and got knocked out. When I came back to myself I had memory loss for a while, confusion and head aches. I received a concussion, then went through post concussive syndrome. I came out of that about a month or so ago, now I have migraine headaches and nausea most days, so I am still off work.

It is no fun not feeling well, but most days I get a little something done that I would not have been able to do while working the 18 hour a day job I was doing before. Today I washed my clothes with our wringer washing machine (it uses much less water and electricity than a conventional machine) and hung them on the clothes line to dry. I also took the flatbed trailer up to the top of our hill so the girls could load up a lot of old car tires that were dumped on our property before we purchased it. We will use the tires to grow our garden in. We have a short growing season here and the black car tires heat up during the day helping the plants to grow. My 18 year old daughter Kim has a lot of starts she has been babying along, getting them ready to transplant.

Much of our diet consist of foods that we can purchase in bulk and that store well. Beans, corn, wheat and such. It is unbelievable how cheaply you can eat when you purchase by the 50 pound sack full, and it helps one to keep a well stocked pantry for hard times. We often eat oatmeal for breakfast or sometimes grind some white wheat to make homemade cream of wheat. Our youngest daughter Priscilla mixed the ingredients and made the dough today for wheat bread, and my wife Mary baked it, filling the house with the delicious smell of homemade bread. Mmmm!

Fortunately for us, we were already living very cheaply when the accident happened, so we have been able to get along quite well with the money workman’s comp sends each month, even though it is far less than a normal paycheck. In the days to come, many Americans will have to learn to live a lifestyle far different from the one they live today. Even now, many are struggling to make it as jobs dry up and natural disasters wipe out savings and possessions.

What action will you take with this? Please, my friends and family, please heed the warning. I know I risk sounding like a fool by writing this, but I would feel far worse if I did not say it. What is coming can not be circumvented by human reasoning, we must rely on the one true God who has everything in the palm of his hand, and we must learn to rely on Him.
I love all of y’all!
Jeff Higdon
P.O. Box 616
Priest River, ID 83856
happyhigdons@yahoo.com
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Brothers and sisters, I believe Jeff’s dream of the storm coming to America is divinely inspired. Yahweh is warning His people of what is to come. Yahweh made known to Jeff that the storm will be threefold. First, it will bring great spiritual destruction to America. Second, it will bring great financial destruction to America. Third, it will bring great physical destruction to America.

Dear reader, as a member of the body of Christ, I ask you what you will do? Will you disregard this warning and spend the coming months as if you are on holiday? Will you continue chasing the dollar and paying lip service to Christ? Will you respond half-heartedly, perhaps moving your car to slightly higher ground? If these actions describe your response you will be swept away with the coming onslaught. You and your family will suffer terribly when tragedy could be avoided.

There is only one response that will secure the blessing and protection of Yahweh on your life. You must count all as loss, surrender your life to the will of God, and commit yourself to a wholehearted obedience to whatever He requires you to do. To such ones the Lord will be a strong tower in a time of distress such as has not been known before.

May you be blessed with peace and understanding in these days.

Postscript: I have included brother Jeff's contact information above should any reader desire to contact him. Jeff has been out of work due to his concussion for the past 6 months, receiving Worker's Comp payments which do not amount to his regular wages. If any are led to send a financial gift to Jeff, I know it would be appreciated. It might go a long way toward making their primitive living experience a little less primitive. At this time they have no running water and are desirous of getting a pump to draw water from the shallow well on their property.

Heart4God Website: http://www.heart4god.ws

Parables Blog: www.parablesblog.blogspot.com

Mailing Address:
Joseph Herrin
P.O. Box 804
Montezuma, GA 31063

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