Faith to listen & Courage to share.

My close friend, who knows my heart and is aware of my "knowing" gifts, used to say to me, "How come you never get anything for me?" I truly didn't know how to respond to her, and, in all honesty, I hadn't really asked God if He had anything for her. Our conversations typically revolved around the things God revealed to me about other people. At that time, I was hesitant to ask God to show me things about my friends. I was worried about disappointing them, receiving incorrect information, or taking the risk that they might not want to be friends with me anymore. This hesitation was rooted in the deep wounds caused by churches and adults telling me that God does not communicate with people in this way.

I'm here to share with you that it's quite the opposite. God communicates with us in this very way, and in ways we may not initially understand, but we simply need to listen for His voice and seek Him out. Through this story, my prayer is that you will see how God worked in both my friend Anne's life and mine.

Anne, as we'll call her to protect her privacy, had one child at the beginning of this story and decided to try for another child a few years later. After months of trying without success, she discovered issues with one of her fallopian tubes that were hindering her ability to get pregnant. This was especially perplexing since she had successfully conceived once before.

When she eventually became pregnant months later, despite having just one functional fallopian tube, I didn't feel the excitement I should have. Instead, I experienced an uneasy feeling deep in my spirit. Nevertheless, I expressed my happiness for her, as it was good news that her fallopian tube was functioning properly, and there didn't seem to be any issues. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, she suffered a miscarriage.

It was after this heartbreaking event that I decided to pray earnestly: "God, if you have a message for Anne that you want me to share, please reveal it to me. I will listen and pass it on to her." This became my commitment because, at that time, I wasn't comfortable saying to people, "God told me." I began to diligently listen for His voice and pray for Anne.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, God showed me a vision of giving Anne a massage. It was a vivid image, with clear instructions on how to set up the massage table, align her body, and specific manipulations to perform. At that time, I was in Seattle and shared this vision with a mentor of mine. She suggested that I was seeing how to align Anne's body with the earth's energy. She encouraged me to trust my intuition, even if I didn't fully understand why, and to simply act on it. When I returned to San Diego, I invited Anne over and performed the massage just as I had been shown.

Days or weeks later, I received another message about Anne. God told me to ask her if she was ovulating. I hesitated, wondering if I had heard correctly. Nonetheless, I called her, as we shared a close relationship, and asked the somewhat unusual question. Anne confirmed that she was indeed ovulating and had an upcoming appointment with a specialist to check her hormone levels in a few days, as she had been closely monitoring her ovulation. When she inquired why I was asking, I responded, "God told me to prepare your body." This involved grounding her, balancing her energy, and removing any potential blocks. I asked her to call me after her doctor's visit.

When she did call to report the visit's outcome, her voice sounded low and almost disappointed. The doctor had informed her that her egg had already dropped, and she would have to wait until the next month. This suggested that her window for conceiving had closed. Yet, I felt a strong conviction that this was not the case. I felt the Holy Spirit so intensely that I couldn't help but contradict the doctor's prognosis, telling Anne, "He's wrong." I encouraged her to try conceiving that weekend anyway.

Almost a month later, Anne shared the wonderful news that she was pregnant again, and my heart was filled with joy. I felt deep within me that everything would be okay, but there was still a hint of uncertainty, both for me and Anne. I continued to pray for her and sent out energy to support her during the pregnancy. We often discussed her fears of losing the baby, and I beseeched God to ensure that she carried the child safely.

While I was back in Seattle, working on a client, God began speaking to me about Anne once more. I wondered why He was communicating with me while I was occupied with another task, but I understood it was because my mind was quiet and open to His voice. So, our conversation began.

God said, "Ask Anne if she has an appointment for a massage at the chiropractic office."

Perplexed, I asked, "Why?" feeling that it was acceptable to seek clarification.

His response was, "Because her body is too toxic."

After I finished with my client, I immediately called Anne, who happened to be available on a Friday afternoon. I told her, "I have another message for you. Do you have a massage appointment scheduled at the chiropractic office?" Anne replied affirmatively, mentioning that the appointment was set for the upcoming Monday. I conveyed God's message: "Your body is too toxic. Please cancel the appointment."

Anne canceled her massage appointment, and we shared a laugh about the situation. She asked me for more details, but I could only respond with, "That's all God said, and I believe that's all you need to know." At this point, I had grown increasingly comfortable sharing the information God was imparting to me. It was evident that this guidance was beyond my knowledge; after all, how else would I have known about her chiropractic appointment? We both agreed that I had never received messages for her in the past, but now God was actively communicating with me regarding her and her pregnancy.

Despite our conversation about her body being too toxic, Anne remained somewhat anxious even days later. It's only natural to have concerns about the outcome and potential effects on the pregnancy when given such information. I prayed once more for her and thanked God for providing me with this guidance to share with her. I asked Him to continue revealing His wisdom so I could further ease her worries.

Days later, God presented me with a dream in which the baby revealed itself to me. I couldn't discern all the details, but I distinctly saw Anne's current daughter beside a young male child. He wasn't an infant; if I had to guess, he appeared to be around two years old. I also knew, without a doubt, that the child was a boy.

I immediately called Anne and excitedly shared that God had shown me a vision of her daughter with the new baby. I assured her that everything would be fine and that I had seen a clear picture of the two children together. While I was certain it was a boy, I respected her wish not to know the baby's gender, so I kept that part to myself. It was an incredible experience to see a vision of the child before his birth – God's power and guidance were truly remarkable.

On October 31st, 2010, Anne gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I went to the hospital, and as soon as I held him in my arms, I was overwhelmed with joy. I had already met him! He WAS the baby boy in my dreams! He was revealed to me! Holding him and gazing into his beautiful eyes, we connected once again, and this incredible, inspirational feeling washed over me. It's challenging to describe the joy and amazement of actually witnessing something from a dream come to pass. I was an emotional wreck, to say the least.

Anne was talking to me, discussing something. She wasn't really mumbling, but I wasn't fully attentive to what she was saying. I can honestly say I heard nothing. I was immersed in this profound connection with the boy I already knew.

I was truly in my own world, appreciating God for everything He did to bring this boy into the world. I thanked Him for showing me and speaking to me to ease her concerns during the process. I thanked Him for helping me build my trust in HIM and for revealing how He communicates. And for His gentleness when I asked questions. The love He showed when I had doubts, yet He continued to share.

Whenever I recount this story, the energy and emotion all come rushing back to me. God is so magical and marvelous. I am incredibly thankful to have experienced this knowing and hearing with Him. I thank Him for hearing my prayers, for speaking to me when I asked Him questions, and for choosing me.

I dedicate this story to my precious friend who has helped me grow in my gifts by listening to me without judgment, encouraging me, and trusting in me. I am now stronger in my ability to hear, interpret, and know. Thank you for your support and for giving me your blessings to publish this story."

 Blessed,
Carolyn

"the voice"

As I reflect on my early childhood memories and try to pinpoint when I first heard from God, I couldn't recall the very first time. However, I do remember a few stories that are close to my heart. Many of these stories involved adults telling me that God does not communicate in that way. But let's begin with this one.

As a child, I distinctly remember "knowing" things and being asked, "How do you know that?" My response would always be, "I don't know." I am incredibly grateful that I now understand and recognize this form of communication in my life. It may have taken me years to realize it, but I am thankful for recognizing "the voice." Some people refer to it as intuition, their conscience, inner wisdom, and so on. For me, it's not an audible voice but an internal whisper from God providing me with information.

I think back to when my sister had her first child at the age of 17, and the story of her telling my mom she was pregnant. My mom was on the phone with someone and mentioned that Erica, my sister, and her boyfriend were coming over for dinner to talk. Instantly, I heard "the voice," and I blurted out that she was pregnant. My mom turned and gave me an incredulous look, shocked that I would say something so seemingly ridiculous. She was also horrified, contemplating the possibility of my statement being true. At that time, I had no knowledge of the situation or even thought about the activities my sister might be involved in. But when my mom made that comment, a deep knowing surged within me, and it became evident that what I had said was indeed true. Later that night, my sister confirmed to my mom that she was pregnant. I was only 12 years old at the time.

Years later, in my twenties, I continued to hear other things from that inner voice of deep knowing. I often asked myself, "How could I possibly know this?" About six years later, my sister had her second child. She wasn't in a financially stable position to raise more children, according to societal standards, and her relationship at the time was far from ideal. My sister decided to marry her boyfriend in a court ceremony, which our family did not attend. However, my relatives gathered to throw her a reception, and it was during this event that I heard "the voice" again.

As my relatives discussed my sister's situation and how challenging it would be for her to get her life on track, my mother made a comment, saying, "I hope this is it." I smiled because, once again, I heard "the voice" telling me that my sister was going to have a total of six children. With a playful and mischievous spirit, I decided to humor and startle my family by saying it out loud, "She's GOING TO HAVE 6 KIDS!" The look on their faces was priceless. My mom responded with, "Yeah, let's hope not." At the time, my mom likely couldn't fathom such a notion. Yet, 19 years later, my sister gave birth to her sixth child. With the arrival of the third, fourth, and fifth children, I kept reminding my family of what I had said: "There's more coming." I took immense pleasure in that.

Looking back and pondering why God showed me this information, I believe it was to prepare my mom for the news of each pregnancy. When I initially mentioned that there would be six children, I think God wanted to ease the shock and prepare her. Each pregnancy was a surprise and a genuine blessing. I am blessed with the most beautiful nephews and nieces: Johnathan, Jacob, Jayden, Jenna, Journey, and my sixth, the love bug Josiah.

I thank God for His blessings, His voice, His perfect timing, and His sense of humor. Thank you for choosing me as the messenger.

Erica, I want to express my gratitude for your courage and commitment in raising such a beautiful family. Children are a precious gift, and each one of your kids is a shining example of how truly amazing God is.