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It will be ok, I’m fine.

There is this one sentence which I seem to be using a lot: “It will be ok, I’m fine.”

I seem to be subconsciously using this sentence every time I’m faced with a situation which I think I can get through on my own. But in reality I should be accepting help or asking for help to get me through it. I haven’t really been aware of this issue until my husband recently answered this phrase with: “Is that really the case?”

Well, if I’m honest, I believe I should be accepting other people’s help a lot more often. But I have slowly gotten used to this mentality of “I can do this on my own; I’m capable of doing this.” This is something that has been in development over the years as there were situations where there was no helping hand available. I also decided that I wanted to be or sometimes even had to be the strong one.
Now I have someone who is my helper. He loves to take burdens off me. I’m save enough to let myself fall into his arms and don’t have to be the strong one, when I reality I want to be weak for this very moment. Often enough I feel this inner turmoil of wanting to do things myself.

“It will be ok, I’m fine.”

Just recently it felt like the scales fell off my eyes and I recognised myself and what was going on. And just like what I’m learning for practical things in my personal life, we can apply this to the burdens in our souls, spirits and bodies. Jesus invites us in His word to pass our burdens on to him.

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28 NKJV)

This is His invitation to give Him everything which makes us feel heavy, tired and depleted. He wants to refresh us, provide us with new strength and blow a new breath of life into us. We are permitted to pass our “It will be ok” situations to Him and to let ourselves fall into His arms. He invites us to trust Him with our burdens and to expect His blessings.
And we are also invited to learn in a very practical way how to accept the assistance of other, when our strength is failing us. I often thought to myself: “Who else is going to do it?” But was I really looking for someone to help me or had I convinced myself once again that there wouldn’t be anyone available to help me anyway? I’m sure that there is help available, when we need it and we can ask for it. We can pass our burdens on, let them go and share them with others. I’m sure we can experience so much blessing and relieve, if we can manage to open ourselves and give up our pride of wanting to get it done ourselves. And I’m sure we will also be given the opportunity to carry someone else’s burden at some point.

There is another scripture I wanted to share with you in your journey:

He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake. (Psalm 23:3 NKJV)

Be blessed in who you are and what you are doing!

When serpents come

Setbacks come in many forms. Whether it’s a setback in a relationship, with your career, or in another area, God has an answer! Bayless Conley explains how God can heal your heart, restore your hope, and bring renewed focus in When Serpents Come. Learn to shake off difficult obstacles and set-backs so you can move forward in your God-given destiny!


Mary and Martha moments

The biblical story of Mary and Martha is one of the „well known“stories … we find it in Luke 10,38-42

“As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

I tend to be more like Mary. When I have guests I make sure everyone is happy; each guest has everything they need and no one is experiencing any kind of lack. I am pretty sure I missed quite a few good fellowship opportunities. Recently this became very obvious. We sat at the table at home and a worship CD that I like a lot was playing in the background. A song started where I felt God’s presence strongly. I quickly wanted to clean the table. My husband then said, “We can do that later, let’s just soak up this moment of Gods presence.”

I experienced these few moments intensely. Gods presence surrounded me like a comfy blanket. This experience was a real eye opener for me. Often times it’s those little moments – in the midst of our daily lives – where God wants to draw our attention to Him. In that moment I asked myself the question, “How often have I missed a special God encounter because I have been ‘too busy’ with the daily things?”

I wanted to encourage and challenge you to not miss those little moments, listen more carefully when the Holy Spirit tries to get your attention.


The Cake I really don’t like

How do you hear Gods voice?

I always had this mindset that God either only speaks to SUPER spiritual people or that He must speak through a loud thundering voice. But Scripture tells us something different in 1.Kings 19,11-12

So He said, “Go forth and stand on the mountain before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord was passing by! And a great and strong wind was rending the mountains and breaking in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  After the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of a gentle blowing.”

Most of the time He speaks in a gentle, inner voice to our spirit, if we are focused on Him, wanting to hear from Him. I learned a concept of hearing His voice that has helped me a lot to hear His voice, it can be found in Habakkuk 2:

I will stand on my guard post and station myself on the rampart; and I will keep watch to see what He will speak to me, and how I may reply when I am reproved.  Then the Lord answered me and said, “Record the vision and inscribe it on tablets.”

As most of us I am learning more and more to listen to His voice and DO what it tells me. How does God speak to us? HE speaks in ways we understand it best – through circumstances, through nature, through bill boards along the street, through other people, through His still small voice, through our daily life.

I wanna give you a very practical example. I am working as a Pastry Chef, there are cakes I really like to make and other ones I’d rather avoid as – for some odd reason – I just do not like them at all. Really! Recently God spoke to me to make a certain type of cake – one of the sorts I don’t like. That’s one of those moments where I used to discuss if that could be really God, why would He care about something like that? Well, because HE loves me and He sees things in the future that I don’t see. So, I made that cake and sure enough an order came in for exact that cake. Wow!

That really taught me a lesson, to pay more attention to the little promptings of the Holy Spirit. It is so rewarding, if we are obedient in the little things, He will give us the bigger things. I encourage you, try it out in the next few days, and listen closely to the promptings of the Holy Spirit. I promise you, you will be amazed!


Wedding dress shopping with Jesus

Ever since I’ve been a Teenager I loved to dive into the world of weddings with all its glamour and romance. Every now and then I would buy a bridal magazine and loved looking at the various dresses, the wonderful flower arrangements, table decorations and everything else. I began to imagine what my wedding would be like one day. One day I found my absolute dream dress in one of those magazines; I must have been 18 or 19 at the time. I cut the picture out and put it into my Bible to keep it safe and hide it there. From time to time I would take the picture out and take a moment to dream of my wedding and the wonderful dress. After that I would put the picture back to its place.

Quite a few years went by and I was sometimes anxiously wondering if my big day would actually happen at all… And now it is almost here and I’m so happy about this wonderful guy who has been gifted to me by my Father in Heaven.

When Tom proposed to me and we set a date for the wedding I wanted to make sure that one of the first things I took care of was the wedding dress. At the beginning of the year I visited a wedding fair together with a friend of mine who is getting married this year, too. We gathered a lot of ideas and I took a leaflet from one of the booths that advertised wedding dresses.

Bevor I went there for the real appointment, I wanted to go there and have a look how the shop presented itself. It didn’t look very promising. I prayed and asked Jesus to show me in which shop He sees my wedding dress. There are so many bridal shops to choose from and I didn’t really want to run from one to another and try on 100 different dresses, only to find that I still didn’t know which one I liked. I still had this picture of “my dress”. Well, Jesus showed me very clearly that my dress would be found in the not very promising looking store.

To be honest I doubted this and arranged an appointment with another store initially. I went there together with my Mom and took my little picture with me, too. We had only just entered the shop and were almost still on the door step when my enquiry was brushed off with the advice that this kind of style (a dress with arms) is not in fashion at present. Allegedly everyone wants to present their arms and shoulders naked. I was told that I could maybe let a Bolero with the dress. But that didn’t come in line with what I had in mind. At the end of the day it was meant to be “my dress” and the one I would feel the most comfortable in.

We bid the shop farewell and made a spontaneous trip to the other shop which Jesus had shown me and which I didn’t have any hope for at all. We had no agreed appointment with them and it took us a 30 minute trip through Rush Hour traffic to get there. We arrived short before they closed and were asked to take a seat for a moment.

Moments later we were told to go and have a look at the section which presented all the wedding dresses to the customers. It was really very small. And right there it was! “My dress” was hanging there, slightly different than the one on my picture, but it is my dress. I tried it on and love it immediately. We also found the suitable accessories fairly quickly and they fitted very well, too. Both my Mom and the shop assistant were very happy. And the best thing – I had a 30 % Spring discount as well!

This experience has shown me once again that I can trust in Jesus to make everything perfect. Even when I have a different perception of the outward circumstances, His plan is coming together and beginning to work when I trust HIM – HE knows the whole picture!

And now I can’t wait to wear this wonderful dress very soon.


Healing for the Fatherland

Today I would like to take you with me and tell you the story of how God has given me a love for our country in place of what used to be thoughts of rejection and a the desire to flee the country as soon as possible:

I grew up in “The East of Germany”, a child of the GDR so to speak. The Berlin Wall came down when I was 10 years old. My family had always believed that there would be a reunion of the two countries and this hope was based on a prophetic word Reinhard Bonnke had received before he went to Africa as an evangelist. Of course no one knew what that would look like.

We had already experienced some wonderful charismatic awakenings back then – in the GDR times – and I was used to experiencing God. I made my decision for Jesus fairly early in life and lived in a close relationship with Him.

When the Berlin wall came down I was convinced in my childlike faith that the two countries had finally united. But 20 years later I find it painful to see how deep the wounds of the separation still are, how much prejudice there still is on both sides and that a lot of Heavenly healing blessing still need to flow. A lot of people from The East have gone to The West, because it looked like the land of milk and honey to them. There were promises of better jobs and higher wages. This led to our part of the country bleeding out of the young people, leaving the elderly behind. There were literally regions where all young people had gone, only the older generations were left behind and hopelessness was spreading.

I didn’t really have an eye for all of that for a long time and all I was concerned about was trying to get away from this nation and go somewhere else in the world. I was looking at various options and when foreign visitors where praising the beauty of Germany I always thought to myself: “Its so much nicer where you come from or in these other countries.” I couldn’t find anything beautiful about Germany. I was so ashamed for Germany’s recent history and was dreading to answer “Germany” whenever someone asked me where I was from.

It was my desire that God would give Revival to Germany and people would receive healing in body, soul and spirit. But I couldn’t find any love for my people inside myself.

Grabbing the first opportunity I went to a school of ministry in Canada. I loved it there; the people and their way of living. I experienced a lot of healing in many areas of my being, but the “well protected wall” around my difficult relationship to Germany kept standing tall until we were sent on to an outreach to the USA for one month. We took part in an intercessory conference there and I thought one of the speakers was very crazy. But one of the sentences she said hit bull’s-eye in my heart and this one sentence has thrown my life upside down and changed me. She said: “If you want to see change in your nation or your city, then you have to stand in the gap for it and pray for it before the Father.” Suddenly, it felt like scales were falling off my eyes and I saw the amount of hate for Germany which I unknowingly carried inside of me and that I had never really prayed for my nation. I broke down in front of the altar und cried my eyes out. I asked God to forgive me for my attitude, gave Him all the hate and asked Him to give me love for my homeland.

When the plane was landing in Germany on my trip back from the school of ministry, when I got off the plane and during the whole car trip home, the beauty of Germany amazed me. For the first time I could see this nation with a passionate love and a fire for our country had been awoken on the inside of me.

I had another key moment 2 months after the school of ministry. I had been writing worship songs for years, but the lyrics were always in English. One day I was worshiping Jesus and He said to me: “If you really want to reach your nation through your songs and for them to lead the people into my presence, they need to be in German.” And again it felt like scales falling off my eyes and I saw how deep the rejection for my nation was rooted. I was even renouncing my mother tongue! I repented once again and ask God to forgive me. And within a few short minutes He gave me a really precious song, which has led many people into His presence since then. Wow! God is so good.

A lot of years have gone by since all of this happened and I’m privileged to experience how God touches our country and gives healing. I also had the privilege to serve alongside many men and women of God from all over the world and to make “my” country palatable to them. J God has replaced the hate with a deep love for our nation. He has also given me a special love and a holy zeal for “The East” with the aim to experience him right here and to make Him known in this area. We have experienced Signs and Wonders here and there, but I’m expecting SO much more. I’m looking forward to how this adventure will proceed. God is good and I have the privilege to experience how He is healing hearts, closing wounds and how He is working reconciliation amongst us. Wow!

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Den deutschen Beitrag findest du hier.


A hard, hating heart melted and molded – Ein hartes, hassendes Herz geschmolzen und geformt

Introduction to the testimony, some of the background story:

I made a conscious decision to live my life as a follower of Christ and a child of God when I was in my mid teens. Around that time I also found out that my Dad wasn’t actually my biological father, but that he had adopted me.

Having him in my life has always been very important and I would never see him as anything different, than my Dad. But the news still unnerved me quite a bit. More so, because my biological father had made a runner as soon as he found out that I was on the way. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly “planned”. Let’s just leave it at that.

Despite having just become a new creation in Christ, I started to develop quite a bit of hate for my biological father. So I didn’t really start to look for him, despite being curious what he may look like and what kind of a person he is. If I would have looked for him and if I had found him, I would have wanted him dead. That’s how mad I was at him for leaving my Mom and me.

This feeling lasted roughly until I became 16. For the next 2 years I thought about finding him, just to give him a good beating. I was still so full of rage.

At the age of 18 I calmed down a bit more. I still hadn’t attempted to look for him, as I didn’t really want to follow through what my feelings were telling me. Now I was at a point where I wanted to find him just to get some financial gain out of him. Still not the right attitude, I know…

When I turned 20 I was finally at a point where I was ready to forgive him. I was ready to see things from his perspective and to just get to know him for who he is. No hidden agenda, no thoughts of revenge. So this time I had the courage to go and look. My Mom and my grandparents gave me some clues as to where he used to live. I found one of his sisters with the help of my best friend. She gave me all his details and I eventually made “the phone call”. As you can imagine, he was very surprised to hear from me. But fair play, he invited me for his birthday a few months down the line.

The whole visit was a disaster. His current wife was very suspicious of me and he still had the same issues my Mom had warned me about. I had to cut the visit short and leave earlier than we had planned.

Upon my return all the thoughts of hatred from the past had come back and I hated him with an even greater passion.

I’m purposely keeping some details very vague in this introduction as this is a public blog and I’m not writing this to embarrass anyone in my family. If you’re interested in more details, I invite you to have a chat with me.

Anyway, let’s come to the good part.

The Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship (TACF) and the worldwide Catch The Fire Network (CTF) arranged a Father Loves You conference in Dresden, just around the corner from where my grandparents live.

At the time the conference was announced I had been interested in TACF and teachings on the Father’s love since about 1999. This meant I was very interested in attending. Little did I know how much Father God had in store for me for those few days, isn’t He just so good?!

Jack Frost led one of the teaching sessions and it was all about the fathers and men in our lives. Initially I was very comfortable listening to Jack sharing about his father’s mistakes and Jack’s own mistakes as a father and how he experienced the Father heart of God for himself and what goes along with it, such as forgiveness and healing. None of this had much to do with myself and subconsciously I kept it all at a safe distance.

There came a point where Jack’s sharing turned and became very personal. He started talking about the fathers of those in the audience. He talked about their issues, failures, mistakes and problems. He talked about the difference between our perfect Heavenly Father and our earthly fathers and manly role models. And he shared about the importance of forgiving those that had done us wrong in small or bigger ways.

To say I wasn’t happy is an understatement. I didn’t think there was much my Dad (adoptive father) had done wrong, so forgiving him was an easy thing to do. But I strictly and purposely ignored any notions to forgive my biological father.

Then came a ministry time and we were invited to step out of our seats and go to an area where the ministry team could minister to us.

To be fair, I went there for a blessing, maybe even a “buzz”. I wasn’t prepared for what God had in store:

When I stepped on to my place in the line I suddenly had an open vision. I found myself in a pram and could see through my own eyes as a newborn, just a few days old. All I saw was the cover of the pram and a bit of the sky. Suddenly I could see the face of my biological father looking into the pram. He quickly looked and went. The vision ended there.

A young man from the ministry team approached me. I personally thought he was “too young” to minister to be on the topic of forgiving our fathers. I desired to speak to one of the older guys. Never mind, he turned out to be a great, humble and anointed man of God.

I shared the vision with him that I just had and he asked me to close my eyes and prayed a simple prayer: “Jesus, would you please come and show Tom where you were in this situation?”

In an instant the vision returned. This time I had my eyes closed and I saw it from the perspective of a spectator. It appeared like the view of a camera, almost like a cinema movie.

I saw my Mom and her sister stand in a park, with my Mom holding the handle bar of the pram I was in. My biological father stepped into the scene. He approached the two women and the pram. He look into the pram, tried to give my Mom some sort of gift and it looked like my aunt started arguing with him and sent him away. He walked off without looking back.

Next thing this other guys stepped into the scene. There was an immediate sense of love and awe that I could feel. He was casually dressed in what I can only describe as some sort of linen trousers and shirt in a very light cream colour. I knew in an instant that He was Jesus. I tried looking into His face and it felt like I could zoom in with a camera. But all I could ever catch were His lips and His eyes. I was never able to see the whole face.

He wore a tender, but sure looking smile on His face. And I will never forget His eyes: They were like a mixture of fire, oceans full of water, waterfalls and very clear, sparkling diamonds. There was a passion and kind of “liquid love” in His eyes. One look into them satisfied me forever and made me more hungrier than ever at the same time.

Jesus walked up to the pram, took Baby Thomas (myself) out, threw me into the air whilst laughing and caught me again. Then he walked to my Mom, gave her a kiss on the cheek and stood right next to her with me on His arm, almost as if to pose for an official family portrait.

He wanted to show me that I am part of His family. No matter what anyone else had decided. He had welcomed me. He had accepted me and He had most definitely planned me. He was also so proud to show me off.

There the second vision ended.

I had a third vision that only lasted a few seconds. I was in the throne room of God and I looked at the throne. I could see this immense, huge being on a throne. Where there was meant to be a face, I could only see blinding light, but it was not uncomfortable to look into. For a few seconds a very sad looking face of my biological father appeared in front of the light, almost as if God had taken on my father’s face. And I heard the words: “Please will you allow me to help you forgive him? He didn’t know better and would have never known better. That’s why I have put your Dad into your life. So that you would have a real Dad that took care of your Mom and you and loved you dearly.”

I just cried. I cried a long time and after a while this guy from the ministry team and I went through some prayers of forgiveness for my father and other males in my life that had failed me.

I cannot begin to describe to you how much of a difference this has made inside of me. But a massive healing process started there and I was also given the privilege to minister to quite a few others in the Father’s love since then.

After the conference was over I told my Mom about this experience. It brought a lot of healing to her, too! She confirmed that the scene I had seen in my two visions had actually happened and was the last time my biological father had seen me until I met him again at the age of 20.

Isn’t God just so good? Do you have any experience with God’s fatherly love that you’d like to share? Why don’t you leave us a comment?

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Einführung ins Zeugnis und Hintergrundgeschichte:

Ungefähr in der Mitte meiner Teenager Jahre machte ich eine bewusste Entscheidung mein Leben als ein Nachfolger Christi und ein Kind Gottes zu leben. Und in dieser Zeit habe ich auch erfahren, dass mein Vati nicht mein leiblicher Vater war, sondern mich adoptiert hatte.

Für mich war er in meinem Leben schon immer sehr wichtig und ich könnte ihn nie als jemanden anderen sehen als meinen rechtmäßigen, wirklichen Vati. Aber diese Neuigkeiten haben mich damals trotzdem ganz schön verunsichert. Viel mehr noch, als ich herausfand, dass mein leiblicher Vater weggelaufen war sobald er herausgefunden hatte, dass ich „unterwegs“ war. Ich würde mal einfach sagen, dass ich nicht wirklich „geplant“ war. Und dabei belassen wir es.

Trotz ich gerade eine neue Schöpfung in Christi geworden war, begann ich doch einen regelrechten Hass für meinen leiblichen Vater zu entwickeln. Deshalb hatte ich nicht wirklich begonnen nach ihm zu suchen, auch wenn ich neugierig war wie er aussieht und was für eine Person er ist. Hätte ich nach ihm gesucht und ihn eventuell sogar gefunden, ich hätte dafür sorgen wollen, dass er auf irgendeine Weise stirbt. So zornig war ich auf ihn dafür, dass er meine Mutti und mich verlassen hatte.

Dieses Gefühl dauerte an bis ich ungefähr 16 war. Die 2 Jahre danach dachte ich dann darüber nach ihn zu finden um ihm mal ordentlich eine reinzuhauen. Ich war immer noch voller Wut.

Mit 18 hatte ich mich dann etwas mehr beruhigt. Ich hatte immer noch keine Anstalten gemacht ihn zu suchen, denn ich wollte nicht wirklich ernsthaft das tun, was meine Emotionen mir so erzählten. Da war ich an einem Punkt, wo ich von den anderen Ideen abgerückt war und mir aus der Geschichte einfach nur finanziellen Vorteil verschaffen wollte. Natürlich war das immer noch die falsche Einstellung…

Als ich 20 Jahre alt wurde, war ich endlich an dem Punk, wo ich sogar bereit war ihm zu vergeben. Ich war bereit die Dinge von seiner Perspektive zu betrachten und ihn einfach nur kennenzulernen, ohne Hintergedanken und ohne Gedanken der Rache. Diesmal hatte ich dann den Mut mich auf die Suche zu machen. Meine Mutti und meine Großeltern gaben mir ein paar Anhaltspunkte darüber wo er und seine Verwandten ursprünglich herkamen. Ich fand dann eine seiner Schwestern mit Hilfe meines besten Freundes. Sie gab mir sehr schnell alle Kontakt Details meines leiblichen Vaters und ich machte irgendwann „den Anruf“. Wie du dir vorstellen kannst war er sehr überrascht von mir zu hören. Aber er war immerhin bereit mich ein paar Monate später zu seinem Geburtstag einzuladen.

Der ganze Besuch bei ihm war eine einzige Katastrophe. Seine Frau fand mich von Anfang an verdächtig und sprach außer der Begrüßung kein Wort mit mir und mein leiblicher Vater hatte immer noch die gleichen Probleme, vor denen mich meine Mutti liebevoll gewarnt hatte, bevor ich abfuhr. Ich musste den Besuch sehr viel früher unterbrechen als geplant.

Nach meiner Rückkehr kamen all die vergangenen Gedanken des Hasses sehr stark zurück und sie wurden noch mal um einiges verstärkt.

Ich habe absichtlich einige Details sehr wage gehalten in dieser Einleitung. Dies ist ein öffentlicher Blog und ich hab dies nicht aufgeschrieben mit dem Zweck irgendjemanden in meiner Familie zu beschämen. Wenn du Interesse an mehr Details hast, lade ich dich ein, dich doch mal mit mir in Verbindung zu setzen.

Aber lasst uns mal zum guten Teil kommen:

Die Christliche Flughafen Toronto Gemeinde (TACF) und das weltweite Empfang Das Feuer Netzwerk (CTF) hatten in Dresden, Sachsen eine Konferenz organisiert, welche gleich um die Ecke von der Wohnung meiner Großeltern stattfand.

Zur Zeit als die Konferenz angekündigt wurde,  hatte ich mich seit 1999 mit Interesse mit TACF und ihren Lehren über die Vater Liebe Gottes auseinandergesetzt. Das hatte mein Interesse an einer Teilnahme an der Konferenz geweckt. Noch wusste ich nichts von dem größeren Plan unseres Himmlischen Papas, welchen Er für diese Tage bereit hielt. Ist Er nicht einfach wunderbar?!

Jack Frost lehrte während einer der Einheiten und diese Session behandelte das Thema Vergebung für die Väter und männlichen Vorbilder in unseren Leben. Es ging mir sehr gut dabei Jack dabei zuzuhören wie er über die Fehler seines Vaters und seine eigenen Fehler als Vater erzählte. Und auch wie er das Vater Herz Gottes erlebt hatte und was dadurch mit ihm passiert war. Bereitschaft zur Vergebung, Heilung usw. Nichts von alledem hatte meiner Meinung nach irgendwas mit mir zu tun und unbewusst hielt ich das alles in sicherer Entfernung von mir.

Dann kam der Punkt an dem der Vortrag sich leicht drehte und sehr persönlich wurde. Jack begann über die Väter der Leute in der Halle zu sprechen. Er sprach ihre Fehler, ihr Versagen, ihr Versauen und ihre Probleme an. Er zeigte den Unterschied zwischen unserem perfekten Himmlischen Vater und den irdischen Vätern und männlichen Vorbildern. Darüber hinaus lehrte er über die Wichtigkeit denen zu vergeben die uns auf kleine und große Art verletzt hatten.

Zu sagen, dass ich darüber nicht amüsiert war, ist eine starke Untertreibung. Ich war nicht der Meinung, dass mein Adoptivvater viel falsch gemacht hatte und ihm die paar Dinge zu vergeben war einfach. Aber ich war unbedingt und absichtlich darauf aus alle Ermutigungen meinem leiblichen Vater zu vergeben zu ignorieren.

Dann gab es eine Segnungs- und Gebetszeit und wir wurden eingeladen aus den Sitzreihen herauszutreten und zu einem anderen Bereich zu gehen, wo Gebet und Gespräch mit dem Gebetsteam angeboten wurden.

Um ehrlich zu sein, ich ging hin um einen geistlichen „Kick“ zu erleben. Ich war nicht auf das vorbereitet was Gott für mich bereit hielt:

Als ich meinen Platz an der aufgezeichneten Linie betrat, hatte ich plötzlich eine offene Vision. Ich fand mich selbst in meinem Kinderwagen wieder, schaute durch meine eigenen Augen als ein wenige Tage altes, neugeborenes Baby. Alles was ich sah war der Wetterschutz des Kinderwagens und ein bisschen vom Himmel. Plötzlich sah ich wie das Gesicht meines leiblichen Vaters in den Kinderwagen hinein schaute. Er schaute nur ganz kurz und ging wieder aus meinem Blickfeld. Dort endete die Vision.

Ein junger Mann vom Gebetsteam kam auf mich zu. Ich dachte so für mich, dass er doch viel zu jung sei um mir mit diesem ernsten Problem der Vergebung für unsere Väter zu helfen. Ich hatte mir eigentlich gewünscht mit einem der älteren Männer im Team zu sprechen. Aber im Grunde war das Quatsch, denn es stellte sich heraus das er ein sehr demütiger und gesalbter Mann Gottes war.

Ich erzählte ihm von der Vision die ich gerade erlebte und er bat mich meine Augen zu schließen und betete ein einfaches Gebet: „Jesus, bitte komm und zeig Tom wo du in dieser Situation warst.“

Ohne Verzögerung kehrte die Vision zurück, nur hatte ich sie diesmal mit geschlossenen Augen. Auch konnte ich die Szene diesmal als Zuschauer betrachten und war nicht mitten drin. Es erschien wie eine Kameraperspektive, fast wie im Kinofilm.

Ich sah meine Mutti und ihre Schwester auf einem Fleckchen Gras in einem Park stehen. Meine Mutti hielt den Griff des Kinderwagens fest. Dann trat mein leiblicher Vater ins Bild. Er ging auf die beiden Frauen und den Kinderwagen zu. Er schaute in den Kinderwagen hinein, versuchte meiner Mutti irgendein Geschenk zu überreichen und es sah so aus, als fing meine Tante an mit ihm zu streiten und ihn fort zu schicken. Er drehte sich um und lief weg ohne sich noch einmal umzuschauen.

Als Nächstes tauchte ein weitere Mann im Bild auf: Sofort spürte ich Liebe und auch ein Gefühl von Staunen und Ehrfurcht. Er war normal angezogen und hatte eine Art Leinen Hose und Hemd in einer hellen Creme Farbe an. Irgendwie wusste ich sofort,  dass war Jesus. Ich versuchte Ihm ins Gesicht zu schauen und es fühlte sich so an, als könne ich mit meiner „Kamera“ an ihn ran zoomen. Aber alles was ich sehen konnte waren immer entweder nur Seine Augen oder sein Mund. Ich sah nie das ganze Gesicht.

Er hatte ein zärtliches, aber sehr sicheres Lächeln auf seinen Lippen. Und ich werde niemals Seine Augen vergessen: Die waren eine Mischung aus Feuer, Meere voller Wasser, Wasserfälle und sehr klare, glitzernde Diamanten. Da war Leidenschaft und eine Art flüssig gewordene Liebe in Seinen Augen. Ein Blick in diese Augen machte mich auf ewig satt und gleichzeitig so hungrig wie noch nie.

Jesus lief zu dem Kinderwagen, nahm Baby Thomas (also mich) raus, warf mich lachend in die Luft und fing mich wieder auf. Dann lief er zu meiner Mutti, gab ihr einen Kuss auf die Wange und stellte sich genau neben sie, während Er mich weiter auf Seinem Arm hielt. Fast so, als würde Er für ein offizielles Familienfoto posieren.

Er wollte mir zeigen, dass ich Teil Seiner Familie bin. Es war egal was Andere entschieden hatten, Er hatte mich willkommen geheißen. Er hatte mich angenommen und Er hatte mich definitiv auch geplant. Er war auch so stolz mich allen zu zeigen.

Dort endete die zweite Vision.

Ich hatte eine dritte Vision, aber diese hielt nur für ein paar Sekunden. Ich fand mich im Thronsaal Gottes wieder und schaute direkt auf den Thron. Ich konnte ein riesiges, sehr hochgewachsenes Wesen auf dem Thron sehen. Dort wo man hätte ein Gesicht erwartet, sah ich nur blendend, weißes Licht. Aber es war nicht schlimm das Licht anzuschauen. Für ein paar Sekunden schob sich das Gesicht meines leiblichen Vaters vor dieses Licht. Fast so als ob Gott sein Gesicht aufgesetzt hätte. Und ich hörte folgende Worte: „Wirst du mir erlauben dir zu helfen ihm zu vergeben? Er wusste es nicht besser und hätte es auch nie anders gewusst. Das ist der Grund, warum ich dir deinen Vati gegeben habe. So das du einen echten Vater hast, der sich um dich und deine Mutter kümmert und euch von Herzen liebt.“

Da begann ich zu weinen und ich weinte eine lange Zeit. Nach einer Weile ging ich mit dem jungen  Mann vom Gebetsteam durch ein paar Gebete der Vergebung für meinen leiblichen Vater und andere Männer in meinem Leben, die mich enttäuscht hatten.

Ich weiß nicht wo ich beginnen soll zu beschreiben was für einen Unterschied dies alles in mir drin machte. Gott fing an diesem Abend einen massiven Heilungsprozess an und Er hat mir auch das Privileg gegeben seit dem auch einigen anderen in der Liebe unseres Vaters zu dienen.

Nach der Konferenz erzählte ich meiner Mutti von meinem Erlebnis. Das brachte auch ihr ein ganzes Stück Heilung! Sie bestätigte, dass diese Szene die ich in den beiden ersten Visionen gesehen hatte, sich genauso in Wirklichkeit abgespielt hatte. Das war das letzte Mal das mein leiblicher Vater mich gesehen hatte, bis ich ihn dann mit 20 aufsuchte.

Gott ist so gut! Gibt es eine Erfahrung die du mit der Vaterliebe Gottes gemacht hast und die du gern teilen würdest? Hinterlass doch einen Kommentar.


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Highly explosive ( from Christian Sens) – Höchst explosive (von Christian Sens)

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This is a powerful testimony of my Brother. Our God is amazing!

Major protection from a huge tragedy – ALL Glory to God!

Tuesday morning I am off to work, I open the bakery door. A big terrible smelling cloud consisting of white-greyish fog hit me. My first thought within seconds was „Fire + Oxygen = very dangerous!“

I quickly went outside to take a deep breath – Praying. I caught another breath of fresh air and went back inside the bakery. The problem was:our big fat fryer. Obviously it was turned ON since Monday noon/Afternoon. Nobody turned it on. The thermostat didn’t work anymore! I turned it off quickly and ran back outside to catch some fresh air.

Took a deep breath, back inside, opened a window. Back outside, Catch a breath of fresh air, back inside to open the next window. This went on till all the windows in the bakery and the upper rooms were opened. After I had opened all windows and nothing burnt or exploded, i went outside and worshipped GOD with a loud voice! In this very moment the siren went off 3 times – ALERT!

All Glory to GOD: The Alert was not because of us!

“For He will give His angels charge concerning you, To guard you in all your ways.” (Ps 91,11)

After that we started all the cleaning – white-greyish dust everywhere and terrible smell. Afterwards all I can say is: Thank you, Jesus!

 

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Heute könnt ihr ein krasses Zeugnis von meinem Bruder lesen. Unser Gott ist wunderbar!

Nur knapp an der Katastrophe vorbei – GOTT sei Lob und Dank!!!

Dienstag Morgen – ich gehe auf Arbeit, öffne die Backstubentür und eine stinkende Wolke aus weiß-grauem Nebel und Staub schoss mir entgegen. Mein erster Gedanke in Sekundenbruchteilen war: „Feuer – jetzt plus Sauerstoff = sehr gefährlich!

Schnell an die frische Luft – gebetet. Dann tief eingeatmet und in die Backstube. Da war das Problem: das Fettbackgerät. Es war (scheinbar schon seit Montag mittags oder nachmittags) ununterbrochen gelaufen. Keiner hat es eingeschaltet. Das Thermostat hatte seinen Dienst versagt! Schnell abgeschaltet und schnell wieder an die frische Luft.

Tief durchatmen – dann wieder rein und ein Fenster öffnen. Wieder raus. Tief durchatmen – wieder rein um das nächste Fenster zu öffnen. So geht es weiter, bis in der Backstube und auch den Räumen im Obergeschoss alle Fenster geöffnet sind. Als ich die Backstubenfenster alle geöffnet hatte und nichts weiter brannte oder explodiert war, trat ich vor die Tür und habe laut GOTT gelobt und gepriesen! In diesem Moment ging die Sirene 3 mal ALARM.

GOTT sei Lob und Dank: Der Alarm war nicht wegen uns !!!

„ER HAT SEINEN ENGELN BEFOHLEN UNS ZU BEHÜTEN!“ (Psalm 91,11)

Dann sind wir an die Reinigungsarbeiten gegangen – überall weißgrauer Staub und entsprechender Gestank. Im Nachhinein kann ich nur sagen: DANKE JESUS!


Ask – Bittet

The other day, just after Christmas, my 9 years old nephew came running to me, hugged me and said „ Auntie Corrie, do you wanna know my two biggest birthday wishes?” I replied, “Well, tell me!” (Which he would anyways ;-)) and then he proceeded to tell me his two biggest wishes. My first reaction was “Gosh, I will have to win the lottery to fulfill them.” And then I thought about a Bible verse from Matthew 7:7-8

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.”

And from James 4:2

“You do not have because you do not ask.”

Right in that moment when my nephew shared his list with me, God spoke those verses to me, and I realized, yes, we are children of an almighty Father who is not bound to our earthly limits – our God is limitless, He is in the Glory Realm, there are no limitations. So this is my challenge now, to ask with childlike faith, to believe for the things HE promised. To see how HE opens doors that no man can shut, to see how he blesses me with things from HIS overflow, way bigger than I could possibly think of with my limited imagination.

Of course He will only give things to us that He intended for us, but they are far better then things we think about. So I challenge you, too – step out, dare to dream, dare to ask for the Impossible, dare to see those things happen right before your eyes. Our God is a GREAT BIG GOD! And NOTHING is impossible for Him! All it takes is childlike faith! <><

 

Kurz nach Weihnachten kam mein 9-jähriger Neffe eines Morgens auf mich zugerannt, umarmte mich und sagte dann, “Tante Corrie, willst du meine 2 größten Geburtstagswünsche wissen?” Ich sagte, „Na klar!“ (Er hätte sie mir eh verraten J) und dann erzählte er mir von seinen 2 größten Wünschen. Meine erste Reaktion war, „Au weia, da muss ich ja im Lotto gewinnen um sie zu erfüllen.“ Und dann schoss mir Matthäus 7,7-8 durch den Kopf

„Bittet, so wird euch gegeben; sucht, so werdet ihr finden; klopft an, so wird euch aufgetan! Denn jeder, der bittet, empfängt; und wer sucht, der findet; und wer anklopft, dem wird aufgetan.“

Und aus Jakobus 4:2

„…doch ihr habt es nicht, weil ihr nicht bittet.“

In dem Moment als mein Neffe mir seine Wunschliste offenbarte, sprach Gott diese Verse in mein Herz und ich bemerkte, ja, wir sind Kinder des allmächtigen Gottes, der an keine irdischen Begrenzungen gebunden ist – unser Gott ist grenzenlos, Er ist in der Herrlichkeit wo es keine Begrenzungen gibt. Ich stelle mich nun dieser Herausforderung, mit kindlichem Glauben zu bitten, für die Dinge zu glauben, die Er verheißen hat. Zu sehen, wie sich Türen öffnen, die kein Mensch verschließen kann, zu sehen, wie Er mich segnet mit den Dingen aus Seinem Überfluss – weit mehr als ich es mir jemals erdenken oder erträumen könnte mit meiner begrenzten Vorstellungskraft.

Natürlich gibt Er uns nur Dinge, die Er für uns gedacht hat, aber das ist viel besser als alles was wir uns erdenken können. Ich fordere dich ebenso heraus – wag den Sprung, fang an zu träumen, fang an um das Unmögliche zu bitten, fang an zu sehen, wie diese Dinge vor deinen Augen geschehen. Unser Gott ist ein GROSSER Gott und NICHTS ist Ihm unmöglich. Alles was es braucht ist kindlicher Glaube. <><


God didn’t set us up for angry rejection

9-11 God didn’t set us up for an angry rejection but for salvation by our Master, Jesus Christ. He died for us, a death that triggered life. Whether we’re awake with the living or asleep with the dead, we’re alive with him! So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.

1st Thessalonians 5:9-11 (The Message)

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