SOUND OF HEAVEN


I am going to give the ability with My hand and it becomes over the Land ...
Over the seas …

A leader comes by thee ...
A leader that has followers ...
That I will promote and others see the gift of light … that shines on thee!

Really … Wisdom is supreme … but Understanding cost.  To the byways and highways U travel …

And people say, "Where did she come from?"

"Never heard of her, but it touches my heart."

What are U saying, "I just heard the last part … The first becomes the last and the last becomes the first."

"Are you wanting medal of Honor?"

"No, just a place to speak, and give what has been given to me!"

"Let the trumpet be heard … Let the Sound of Heaven be seen … A call to the Nations

                                                           HEAVEN BOUND

Watch the video … We have created … Read the message attached … And pass it on … WHY?
U become the ONE in the story.  The woman at the well Samaria …Luke 10:31 she went to the her village to tell of the man … Jesus Christ … That told of her life.

                                                              ARE U READY?

Listen and Obey...

There is no other way:  To build a fountain that flows through a Christian, or believers life.  Is the substance of faith You teach by example!  As the revelation comes to You and starts to breathe on it.  Becomes your DNA the blood and the water that were poured out for You and me.

Activating a faith in ones Life, is the mustard seed He gave through His word.

1.     Do it My Way...

2.     Not what You have been taught...

3.     Not what You know...

4.     Not what my MOM and my DAD lived by...

5.     But the Word of Truth...

It is a fountain of Life.  A standard laid out for You and Me.

“There are, it maybe, so many kinds of languages in the world and none of them is without significance.”  1 Corinthians 14:10 (ESV)

Not one left out...

Not one...

Was all given the significance of life...

“There, if I do not know the meaning of the language, I shall be a foreigner to him who speaks, and he who speaks will be a foreigner to me.”  1 Corinthians 14:11 (ESV)

How do you know the language of the Word of Truth without believing it?  Isn’t that faith as a mustard seed?

Now to go on to scripture Eleven of 1 Corinthians states, “Even so you, since you are zealous for spiritual gifts, let it be for the edification for the church that you seek to excel.”

To excel is our faith walk...

Is to obey what His language ... speaks.

“So that He promised with an oath to give her what ever she might ask.”  Matthew 14:7 (ESV)

Activating faith comes...To believe ... But the key ... to ask.

“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for.  Keep on seeking, and you will find.  Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.”  Matthew 7:7 (NLT)

As I have listened on this writing, He gave me.  The Holy Spirit pointed out scripture to put down, not knowing what they would be.  But being trained to listen.  A step in walking out my faith walk.  WHY?

His is Spirit and we worship him in SPIRIT AND TRUTH...

Being led by the Holy Spirit is the fountain of life...SIMPLE.

To believe...He is life of the Truth...SIMPLE.

To walk by faith...not by sight.

“Truth in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.”  Proverbs 3:5,6 (NIV)

THE FATHER OF TRUTH...

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  John 1:1 (KJNV)

As Jesus His Son...directs Us back to the Father.

So, Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of His own accord, but only what He sees the Father doing.  For what ever the Father does, that the Son does likewise.”  John 5:19 (ESV)

As leading by the example of the Holy Spirit...all three in ONE...The Trinity.

A fountain of truth...laid out by my listening and obeying.

As He put this writing together, MADE SIMPLE.

WALK OUT YOUR FAITH WALK...

“FAITH IS THE CONFIDENCE IN WHAT HE HOPE FOR AND ASSURANCE ABOUT WHAT WE DO NOT SEE.”  Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)



Given to Betty J Wedekind by Holy Spirit on 10.12.2018

Hank, Sue, and the Easter Bunny... versus ...

                 THE EASTER STORY


Hank was a boy of age sixteen, and Sue, the age of fourteen.  Sitting one day in school.  Hearing it is Easter time.


Hank ask Sue, “Hey, you want to help with my Sunday school class color Easter eggs, and hide them for the Easter egg hunt we are having?”


Sue in her day dreaming time, thinking to herself.  Wondering could Hank ask me to do something with him.  He is so cute, and nice.  He doesn’t use those bad words and gives respect to the teachers.  Not like the other boys in the classroom.  Wow, he must have read my mind.


“Yeah that would be nice to color Easter eggs.  However, I must ask my parents if it is OK.  What day and the time?”


Hank said, “April 7 at 1:00 p.m.”


So that afternoon, Sue walked into her house to ask her mother: who was in the kitchen making bread, and her dad hadn’t gotten home yet.


“Hey Mom, remember the boy I talked to you about.  The boy at school, Hank.  Well today he asked me to go to his church to help color Easter eggs for the Easter egg hunt they have having.  Can I go Mom, can I go?”


“We really don’t know this boy, Sue.  You know we don’t go to church.  They will be talking about that man name, Jesus.  And it is not are customs to believe in this Jesus, believing He is the Messiah.  He came to save the world from their sin.  Sue, I know you like this boy name Hank, and you are wanting to have friends in school.  But we are good people.  Let me talk with your Dad about this.”


Sue walked out of the kitchen thinking to herself.  Why is always this problem when I ask to go do something when it concerns the church?


My school friend Sally ask the other day if I could to stay overnight with the Assembly of God church youth gathering.  And the same response from my parents.


Gee, what’s this story about this man name, Jesus?  And He has something to do about forgiving our sin?


Oh, I remember Sally giving me a little booklet.  I think I will go read it.  Maybe I will understand.



The booklet started out:

Long ago in a far way land ... called Nazareth.

Came a story about a baby name ... Jesus.

He was born to a virgin mother ... Mary.

His natural Father was a carpenter by trade.

He grew in years ...

By the time He was 12.

He was reading the Jewish scrolls in synagogue.

The law ... The Ten Commandments.

His days were filled with doing ... What He was called to do.

A Father up above ... The God of the Universe.

Sent His Son, Jesus ... To save the world.

By the time He was thirty ... His ministry had started.

John the Baptist ... Baptized Him.

He walked the land of Israel.

Healing the sick, raising the dead, and casting out the demons.

Freely He gave.

The Jewish religious leaders...

Did not like what Jesus was saying, “I can forgive your sin?”

He called the 12 disciples ... to follow Him.

One was Judas...

He sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver.

The Roman solders took him in custody...

And brought Him before the King of the land...

He wanted nothing to do with Jesus penalty.

They yelled out, “Crucify Him.”

They took Him and beat Him.

Thirty-nine lashes on His back.

Put a crown of thorns on His head.

He was heading to ... THE CROSS.

They nailed His has hands and feet.

................ON THAT DAY...............

As His mother watch from ... a far.

The Roman solder took a spear and pieced His side.

They came and buried Him.

And Mary Magdalene ... went to the tomb.

To fine He was gone.

The Angel spoke ... “HE IS RISEN.”

That’s why Jesus was given.

A day in history.

A time to know.

The story was told of a man.

“HE IS RISEN.”

1               Did Sue’s parents let her go?

2              Did Sue show her parents ... what she learned in the booklet?

3             Should I make that decision to learn about the Jesus ... they talk about
          He died for my sin?  

     

     Maybe, I can learn about the Ten Commandments He is talking about … And say good words, Myself.  To please the Jesus ... the man that gave His life for me.

                                 

                    THE EASTER STORY

                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                          WRITTEN BY BETTY J WEDEKIND

                                                                                                                                              (c) 2019

LOST AND FOUND


My words mean me-

Lost is my name-

To be found comes-

I am here to stay...

Look in the drawer-

Look in the closet-

Look under the bed-

I am not there...

I stand outside-

I stand to sing a song-

I stand here-

I am found...

U mean-I am to be seen?

U mean-I was created for something good?

U mean-I was born?

U mean-I am found?


A PLACE IN A FAMILY

THAT SAYS, “LOST, WE LOVE U.”


Lost...I love your smile-

Lost...I love your little fingers-

And the color of your eyes-

The hair that is red-or maybe black-or that blonde-ONE...

U are here to stay-

U are here to make a ...WHAT?

Lost I am-

But found-I have been...

Takes me on this little trip-

I will show U-

I will stop in front of that candy store-

And look up-

To find...I am LOST..


I STAND AWAY FROM OTHERS

HUM IS MY THOUGHT IN MY MIND


Two wrongs don’t make it right-

Two rights don’t make it wrong-

Standing in the candy store-

I want to buy-LOST...

As someone speaks my name-

And I go a different path-

Because WHY?

I have been found...

I am thinking on this trip-

Where do I go?

Where is the path?

I only see two roads...

As I sit here watching-

As I look down the two roads-

I know the wrong road- I have sin

Which is the best ONE for me?

I must make a choice?

I see a bright light before-

U made the right choice-


I HAVE BEEN FOUND...


As the words I hear-

As my thought in the candy store-

Not good-I want candy-

And my thought I could just take some...

No one is watching-

No one is here with me-

I am all alone-


BUT THE THOUGHT CAME I HAVE BEEN FOUND...


So, I ask to create in me a clean heart-

To renew my mind-

And I thank you-Lord

You found me...!


written by Betty J. Wedekind
(C) 2019

Hannah, My dearest child,

As she was praying to the Lord, Eli watched her.  Seeing her lips moving but hearing no sound, he thought she had been drinking.  "must you come here drunk?"  He demanded  "throw away your wine!" 

 "Oh no, sir!" she replied.  "I haven't been drinking wine or anything stronger.  But I am very discouraged, and I was pouring out my heart to the Lord.  Don't think I am a wicked woman.  For I have been praying out of great anguish and sorrow."  I Samuel 1:12-16 (NLT)

"Eli, my child was the priest of ancient history of My Word.  For your prayers have been heard.  Your sorrow is for thy family this hour.  At times, I pull you away from a focus of your desire to serve, just to be close to Me on your knees.  The vision comes to play when focus of one's family, 'YOURS,' this hour.  Just as Hannah of long ago prayed for a child to be given to her.  Just to be given back to Me to be used as the prophet Samuel.  To release the children into My hands, causes a mother to rely on the resources I have to take care of them.  My daughter that writes for me had to do this when I asked her, release her daughter into My hands.  As I say this with love to all mothers, can you trust Me for the provision of family, children and oneself?  In obedience for what I ask, brings My hand to complete what I can and will do.  This was learning for her when she did not have finances to help her daughter that came from the street.  However, with My direction of asking her, to give of what was in her hand, which I say, was her Karat diamond ring to give to a woman at a conference that came from Alaska. I say, 'on the fourth day of that confernce, she was not feeling well.'  She returned to her room to find her daughter had called.  I gave her daughter and her grandchildren a place to live.  They were living with her.  I brought the answer when she obeyed to give her seed to another to bring forth the harvest.  Obedience of which I have asked you and you have done.  The child that writes for me received from her sowing her seed for her family.  The command is already been done by My Son Yeshua, Jesus for your family, grandchildren, and yourself."

"Just one thing this hour I give Unto thee.  Come to Me, do not rely on men, women, or anyone else."  

"Just know this HANNAH ( My women), sorrows will come. but applying My Word will never fail you, NEVER.  Take and speak life into each situation that comes your way,  'AND MY GOD WILL MEET ALL YOUR NEEDS ACCORDING TO THE RICHES OF HIS GLORY IN CHRIST JESUS.'  Philippians 4:19 (NIV)

"And through your faith, God is protecting you by his power until you receive this Salvation, which is ready to be revealed on the last day for all to see.  So be truly glad,  There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you have to endure many trials for a little while.  These trials will show that your faith is genunie.  It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold-through your faith is far more precious than mere gold.  So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world."  I Peter 5-7 (NLT)

"So I end with this My dearest Hannah (My women), your faith is in Me it will never fail you.  
I AM is the substances of your faith through My Son Yeshua, Jesus....Your answer I give into thee.

                    THAT IS MY LOVE FOR ALL..." 


written by Betty J. Wedekind
given by Holy Spirit April 2007


  

  'WINTERS MOUNTAIN"


     Sitting here this bright and crispy day...February 16, 2015.  To get a phone call from a friend.  His stated on the phone, "I was reading a book about this man's life back in the 1920's, traveling to this mountain and found gold nuggets in the surrounding area of Washington, State.  It supplied his income for his life time.  When he was 80yrs old, and he thought he would let someone else know about this mountain and where the gold was.  His friend came with him on his next journey,  The old man fell and broke his hip, and he tied to tell his friend where it was.  He always took a different route all the time.  He could never find it, nor anybody else for that matter."  But the sound of the name gave a ring to my ear, 'Winters Mountain.'

     Do you think maybe, a book, a song, a story line to be made into a movie.  I pray, "Lord give me a story, give me a song, a melody, maybe to write a play.  Maybe much more, a gift to see some gold dust falling from the sky."

     We start on this fall October winding day.  Looking towards the mountain we lived by.  As my Grandma used to talk about, the good old days.

     My two brothers, my cousin Jake, and myself sitting on the porch in October.  When we heard the dogs barking.  As all four of us turned around to see, through the tree comes a gush of wind.

     As she Grandma Gritty speaks up, "The mountain is silence, but is seems every time we speak of it existence, a gush of  wind whipes through the trees, just as you boys just saw."

     By then all four of us are standing up now.  Wondering, is these stories true about the good old days?

     "Winters Mountain has a nice ring to it, huh?"  as Tom speaks up.

     My other brother Tom and Skit and of course, myself Peter looked at one another as Grandma speaks again, "You boys just heard the wind come through the trees.  Jake your dad knows the stories too.  He was there that day, when it all came about."

     "What came about, Grandma?"

   Grandma speaks,  "The mountain has a claim the land below.  There are times when things would appear before our eyes.  Someone would be stuck in the mud and no one else was around to help them.  But a gush of wind would appear and whom ever it was would be set free

     One of the neighbor's daughter, Sally was taken from her porch by old man that didn't live around here.  And of course all the neighbors were out looking for her.  It took a couple of days to have her back with us.  But her story was told, the guy took her back to his place locked her up.  The next evening came to this place where Sally was locked up, to have his way with her.  This came through the door, a gush of wind pinned the old man to the wall and Sally was set free.  Then all of sudden the wind picked her up and set her back down close to he property where she lived.

     It seemed, Winters Mountain took care of his people that lived on the land, that was called, Walt's Meadow.  Tuck way back in beautiful trees.  You can see the tip of the mountain in the spring time.  It looks like any other mountain.  The trees blooming with yellow flowers budding, and green leaf's appearing from the winter months of the ice cold.  And the summer glistening from the sun light gold dust falling from the sky.  To the land where we the farmers labored and worked.  As we cultivated the land.  We would reap a harvest that was plentiful for all us.

     Each year it would come and the neighbor's in surrounding area.  Heard the stories of Walt's Meadow having enough to feed the families.  Or the story I just told you about.  We grew up believing the mountain protected, US!  And no one could mess with US."

     Grandma Gritty sat in her rocking chair, closed her eyes, and said with a small sigh, "But in the sprintime, summer, or fall.  We would come together and stories would be told.  However, we were so used to it.  We took it for granted."

     As winter approached and the snow would fall.  The land would be covered like a blanket of snow, Winters Mountain, was quiet.  In those days, and times the quietness of the people the wood burning stoves, hibernation, was Walt's Meadow.  Winter months on the calendar started in December 21 and ended in March, a four month period.  Like the animals in the forest.  The ones that hide-berate, sleep and Winters Mountain seem to do the same.

     The story has been told of the fall of 2017.  The rain was coming down so hard the Walt's Meadow were having mud slides and families was loosing their land and lives were being lost.  Two families lost their children, Moms and Dads were missing.  And no where in site was the gushing wind coming through the trees, and no gold dust falling from the sky.  It wasn't happening and all the land was grubbing, Winters Mountain isn't taking care of US, he has forgotten US.  No where in site, disaster came and so sign of any protection.  And the children, the setters, and the farmers, was in such a state of confusion.

     The town's people decided to have a town's meeting.  "We are being destroyed and we have to do somethings about it."  Then town people realized.  We can help one another for a start.  Mary over here needs a new roof, we can do that.  Hey, I got some lumber to build a shed for Sally's dad to keep his chicken's in.  I can take care of the four kids that just lost their dad and mom in the flooding we just had.  As the town worked together.  They found the blanket of snow was melting and the town was helping neighbor's.  And there was joy back in their faces, life was better.

     Grandma spoke up, "We leaned a big lesson, while Winters Mountain was quiet.  Think maybe he was teaching US.  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Love your neighbor."

     On this cold October day my brother's Jake my cousin, and myself.   Looked at each other and said all at the same time, We thought, "It just spooky stories.  But Grandma gave us some in site that made some sense."

     While the town Walt's Meadow always making sure.  A new family moved in, to welcome them.  Take food to the neighbor's house and to the Dad that just lost his job.  Because the sun would come out and you see the gold dust falling from the sky.  And mountain always the same, yesterday, today, and forever.

     A mountain that gave a town a glimpse of giving... and so much more.

written by Betty J. Wedekind
(C) 2015

THE GARMENT...

Where on a tree ... We did not see?

A Garment I see with ... colors of a rainbow.

I remember in a dream ... or maybe a play.

I heard of a coat of many colors.

Why colors...?

Every tribe, color, and Nations.

A Garnment...

We hear praise.

How about a Garment of forgiveness?

As ONE would say.

He stated in His word.

That came as a metaphor.

A Garnment...

That was taken and worn.

Only to find it did not fit.

It was torn... It was forbidden.

It was given... from the death of a Man.

I don't know... Be still.  Be a listener.

The Garment was given.  For who?

A day ... A time ... Are you ready?

A Garnment...


written by Betty J. Wedekind
(c) 2011