Influence To Be Guided

lee1-150x150.jpgThis morning I awoke to the words “strike” and the crashing of pins.

When I was a child my parents would tell me there was people bowling in heaven as lightning flashed and thunder rolled. (There was no storm this morning.) Continue reading Influence To Be Guided

Who Are We To See?

"Use me!"
“Use me!”

Tonight I watched and listened as the sounds of worship permeated the air, I saw the air physically change color. The worship was gold as it left people’s mouths. As it lingered in the atmosphere of the room, the air began to develop a misty, pinkish color. Earlier it had been a pale green with a brightness to it. Worship was changing the rooms air. I could feel the weightiness of His presence. As I rested my hands over my heart, I could feel the changes of sounds breaking forth. Of feelings unable to contain the desire of the Godhead working to move in to the room. Continue reading Who Are We To See?

Living Legacy – What Does That Mean?

amy dad“Jacob. What do you like best about vacation?”

“Family” replied my eight year old grandson.

For the first time since I was a child we had a family vacation. It consisted of two grandparents, five children and seven grandchildren. It took place on a lake in the middle of “Nowhere” New York. Somehow, some way we got everyone away at the same time to the same place. Continue reading Living Legacy – What Does That Mean?

60 Years On Planet Earth!

My mom and dad bring me home!
My mom and dad bring me home!

My birthday.

Amazing! I cross over to 60 years old. What an amazing time it has been.

This year’s birthday will be celebrated much like my early birthdays were. On a lake. In the Adirondacks.

I made the decision earlier this year to invite my children to the lake region of New York State. The Adirondacks. Continue reading 60 Years On Planet Earth!

Are We In For The Long Haul?

leejohndrowteamThe other night I had a dream. An very unusual dream. (Why do I not watch scifi? Because my dreams are beyond it!)

I found myself wandering the country side. If I had to pick a place, I would say a rural area of New England. I was wandering about a meadow overlooking an orchard. Something shimmered, much like a sheet of Saran Wrap. As I approached it, it was more like a wall of shimmering plastic. I could see movement on the other side. As I wandered close to it, I felt myself pulled up to it by some power. It pulled me against it. In a flash, I was pulled through and found myself in a prison. As I looked behind me, I saw the wall of “plastic” with the bright sun and the blue sky vibrating through it. Continue reading Are We In For The Long Haul?