WHY AM I HERE? HOW AM I HERE/.

Before I started to write my last post, I had everything planned out, and knew exactly what to write.  However, once I started, I realised that it was going to take more than one post to cover everything, and then by the time I had finished, I had learned my lesson! 

I have been quick to ask for help, from above, (or within,) when I have felt the urge to chastise or reprimand.  'Do I have the right?'   I started to write this post, and knew that it was not going to be a continuation, but another lesson in being sensitive to the word of the Spirit.  What I want to write is not important. It is not for me to wonder whether I will keep the attention of my audience.  One thing of which I am sure, is that Elohim is the same now as ever He was.  He is the creator of the Universe, and He is in control. 

We were blessed over the Memorial Day weekend, with a trip to Tennessee and drove around four surrounding states.  I took my kindle, on which I have the King James Bible, and we read the psalms each morning, and enjoyed the beauty that Elohim had provided.  On my way home, I was separated from my husband by the aisle on the plane.  The television was playing and I took out my earphones to listen, but decided that this would be an excellent opportunity to read the scriptures.  Although I felt very blessed, and uplifted, I felt the need to read 'The Book of Revelations'.  The gentleman who took the middle seat on my side, looked over and, with one glance, recognised what I was reading.  'Ah, Revelations'.  I smiled and he continued to chat about how awesome were the works of Elohim.  We chatted for sometime, and although he did not use the same names as me, we very much agreed with the fact that there are a lot of things that have been 'mis-construed'.  I knew, before he told me, that he was from Ghana.  It was something that had been imparted to me.  It is true, I could have 'guessed' correctly, but I do not believe this to be the case. 

My new acquaintance had moved to the USA some 20 years ago, as he had been instructed to do by Elohim, and although he held a good position in his native country, he struggled for a long time in his adopted country.  However, he knew this was where he was meant to be, and never gave up his faith.  I told him my story, and realised that this was probably the first person, whom I did not know, (or was not part of the group with whom I was with) with whom I discussed the scriptures.  We agreed that although we have the relationship of a shepherd and his sheep, we should not follow blindly, like the woolly animal.  If we have a niggle in our spirit, about something that has been preached, we should question it.  It may be that the niggle is unfounded, but in order for us to truly walk in the word of Elohim, we need to be sure we hear Him correctly.  I listened intently to all he had to say, and he finished with a prayer.  His faith inspired me, and although my husband is my mentor, and we have spiritual discussions regularly, he taught me so much.  He answered many questions that, although I did not ask, had been on my mind.  He explained things with which I was having issues, again, without me saying a word. 

Before we landed, it became evident that this man was seated next to me to bring forward my purpose for being at this place, at this time.  I could say he was an angel (I have met people before of whom I am sure were angels, put here in human form to help me) or he could have been sensitive to the Spirit and been speaking what he was told to speak.

Therefore, rather than continue adding to this post, and attempt to keep your interest, I am quite sure that I am meant to leave you with something to ponder.  How did we get here?  With my family history, it is a miracle that I am here, writing this post. It is for that reason that I know I am meant to do more than live my life, day to day, without purpose.  I know that I have been put here to witness, as was told to us in the New Testament (Covenant).  So, here is my history.  My ancestors were in Spain at the time of the Inquisition.  They escaped.  My maternal grandfather's paternal family came to England.  My maternal grandmother's family settled in Holland, until there were rumbles of anti-Semitic uprising, and my great grandparents came to England.  It appears that they were each the sole survivors of a large family of siblings, the remainder of whom were either killed before WWII, or during.  My maternal grandmother met my grandfather after he came home from the Great War.  (I watched the movie War Horse, and realised that my grandfather was one of those who went 'over the top', and came home alive, and was humbled.)  So, despite all the odds against my family, I became. It is very humbling. 

Elohim saved the remnant, and the remnant is me.  Who am I not to do His Will. 

Thank you for reading.  I thank Elohim for giving me life, and this opportunity to learn, and perhaps teach (in the broadest of terms!) 

Until next time, may grace and peace be with you.