revelation

“Apocalypse”

| Laura Lee Bonde

if Jesus came back
would I be ready?

the answer’s “no”
I’m not living
the emotional freedom
that’s His reward
for dying on the cross

THAT’s where I’m determined to get
once again

whether I’m married
in Texas
apart from my children
etc

my path leads to THERE

no one can make me walk
no one can say ‘the right thing’
I have to believe
and live
and get there once again

then
and only then
will I be home
wherever I’m at

In Plain Sight

| Laura Lee Bonde

Last night, I was sitting in bed reading in the bible, and it didn’t take long for me to be wrecked. I was reading in Hebrews, chapter eleven: a chapter I’ve read a bunch of times, and came to a point where I couldn’t continue.

I’ve learned not to “rush” through the bible. I have an entire lifetime to read it, so why not take me time through life to do so. I would rather read one Scripture and become it than read a whole chapter and forget it. Anyway, the part that wrecked me was about Abraham and Sarah.

I’ve always read about their unwavering faith, about waiting for a son, and I would speak and teach about how THAT’s what God recorded, not where they had fallen short, and that’s about as far as my teaching went on that, but last night, God opened up a whole new revelation to me. Continue reading →

Murky Waters

| Laura Lee Bonde

On Saturday (in late afternoon), I decided to take a bath, which is a strange time of day for me to do that because, normally, I like it dark, candles lit, etc., but sometimes, I think God prompts us to do things so He can speak to us while we’re doing them, and this just so happened to be one of those times.

Since I usually do this at nighttime, it was a little odd being able to see. Shortly after being in the water, I scratched my arm and noticed gunk under my nails, so I rinsed them off in the water. Even after washing, I scratched my arm and collected dead skin, and rinsed my hand in the water again. (Trust me, this is going somewhere.) Right about then, my eyes were opened. Continue reading →

Clean Socks

| Laura Lee Bonde

A couple years ago, a friend called and asked if she could come over for prayer. As we were sitting on my bed, she started crying…weeping…bawling. In moments like those, rising to grab tissue may interrupt the Holy Spirit, so normally, I let the tears be wiped away, but this time, she “really” needed something more than a hand, and right next to me was a basket of clean laundry. I asked her, “Want a sock; it’s clean?” At the sound of that question, she lost it.
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