The paper trail

Dear Brothers & Sisters:

To those of you who have prayed and offered words of encouragement-thank you.

Many have asked about the rain and the flooding this region has
endured. They have seen the pictures of people fishing on main
streets in large cities and bridges that have broken and twisted
away. 3 friends called this week to ask me "wasn't I glad i lived on
a mountain peak." I joked I was waiting for the ark. Last week as the
rivers crested near our warehouse, the waters rose 18 inches,
entering one of our containers and coming to within 75 feet of our
building. We are in what they call a 100 year flood zone, meaning
that every 100 years we stand to be under water. We were close this
time. As debris floated up near the buildings it was awesome the
power of the waters. At this juncture we are ok and our town is ok.

For weeks I have been in the business of questioning everything and
anything. I am in the middle of a voracious Bible reading curve. I
want answers. Why? I think because I feel like I "missed" it. Missed
everything. Those that have been close to me have seen the
devastation and tribulation that has been gone through. Recently I
implored with the Lord to give me answers about what was going on. 2
dreams indicated my closest friends turning against me and my life
being upturned. Last week I faced an accusation/persecution of the
highest degree. Only the Lord's intervention after 8 hours of
conversation showed the truth. And my side stood true. (Hard to
remember that when you are in the middle of a "war", truth must come
forth with grace.) But it cost me more strength. More energy. A
friend reminded me of something, that when we call down heaven there
is no room for the second heaven and into our lives they venture.
People thought I had once again stepped into witchcraft and the
occult. (NOT!) Some saw battles in this area happening over me. Each
day I meet with addicts and alcoholics and those caught in the
occult. A recent addict is a Jewish man who left the country,
joining the Israeli army where he spent two years. Returning to the
US he started and lost a business and a wife, ending up on skid row
and ultimately prison on a drug charge. And now I meet with him many
times a week. He desires a personal encounter with this Jesus, but is
approaching it very s-l-o-w-l-y. Why is it that our reaching out on
this level so often faces the disapproval of those who follow Him?
(That probably is a rhetorical question.)

My wife has watched the physical and emotional energy levels drain
with every passing day. After those two dreams I told her I felt it
was time to say my good-byes and check my life insurance. And she has
watched everything I held dear on fire.

And with every passing day I have found others with similar things
happening. Where is the Lord God of Elijah has been my cry. A
prophetic word was given to me that a badge would be on my chest an
that i would see the miracles I had cried out for. But nothing has
happened as I press on. Another shared that the lord was trying to
"impress" something in me. Something of good.

This is the week of major decisions. And so yesterday I was outside
with a sheaf of that older style tractor feed computer paper. Working
away on business. Meditating on the things that have happened and the
word of God. And as I wrote a large gust of wind caught the paper
sending it out like a kite. Pages just flying out until it was across
the driveway. I sensed the Lord saying this is what I have before you
and so many others. the blank pages to be filled. That there is much
to be written.

Years ago we said the best is yet to come. Here's to believing it.

Blessings,
Lee