For this part of the testimony, I want to tell of some visions God gave me.

Through my life, I have had countless dreams from God, which came to pass exactly as He showed me. Sometimes, I would tell a dream to friends, and then forget it myself. When the thing came to pass, they would say to me, this is just what you dreamed. And it would be happening EXACTLY as shown.

Finally I came to see that not only did I have prophetical dreams, but that I could interpret other peoples dreams.

One night, some friends and I were at the church (my Pentecostal church) praying. We did this a lot; get together and pray. I was sitting on a bench up in the choir. A friend was standing beside it. Several others were around praying. All of a sudden, I felt a very strange pull, as if something was compelling me to look up into the corner, over the piano. I looked up, and something, a very fierce looking angelic like being, was coming toward me in great speed. He seemed to be intending to do me harm. It scared me so badly, I just threw myself off the bench and grabbed the lady standing there (the one who had held my head as I received the Holy Ghost)--- I threw myself at her feet and held her around the legs. The Holy Ghost came on me and I began to speak in tongues. By now, I not only spoke in tongues (messages); but could interpret them.

The interpretation would start to be said, and as I understood the parts He was showing me, I would reject it; I would say, “no, no, no�? Then the tongues would start again; again the interpretation would start to come out; and again I would say, “no, no, no�?

After this had happened several times, the Spirit left me. I was upset and crying. My friend said , He showed you something, didn’t He? I answered, Yes, He showed me that someone that I love very much, is soon to die.

I knew that He had tried to show me who and how, but I did not want to know it. I just felt that I could not bear it.

Two days later, I went to another friend’s home. She lived right in front of the church. I wanted to tell her what had happened. She was one of my prayer friends. As I was telling her about the vision and the message, the church people were gathering together to go to another town for a youth rally. An uncle, whom I loved very much was there. They were loading up cars to go. If I had gone, (and I would have, except that the vision had upset me too much) but if I had gone, I would have ridden in the car with him. He was married to one of Mother’s sisters. Another of her sisters also went with them.

That night, I had gone to bed, for my soul was troubled. I had not told my husband about all this. He did not know why I was so upset. About 1:00 a.m., he called me to get up and come into the living room; said he had to tell me something. I said No, I don’t want to hear it. I knew instantly, that whoever it was, was now dead. I KNEW it, and I did not want to hear it. He kept telling me to come on; so finally I got up and went with him.

My uncle had had a head-on collision with a big truck coming back home. Except for this vision, I would have been with them. He and the other aunt had been killed. All the others were hurt.

I don’t know, if I had let the message come on out fully, If I might could have prevented this. I doubt it. But, I came to understand that I had seen the ‘death angel�?

Another time, we ladies were at the church praying, we were all in different places; not right together; I felt the presence of some Holy Spirit; I opened my eyes, and saw an angel standing at my feet. When we quit praying and began to talk, all of us had seen an angel.

Another time, we were there praying, one of the ladies took me by the hands, and began to pull me down the aisle with her. She had a weird look in her eyes; and was speaking in some kind of ‘tongues�? which I perceived was not of God. Out in the opening of the church, there was a very steep set of stairs, leading to the basement. She started to lead me out into that area; and all of a sudden God spoke to me in a sharp voice and said, Don’t you go out there with her; demon spirits are waiting to throw you down those stairs; they want to kill you.�?/P>

I jerked away from her, and threw myself at the other sister, (I knew this one was a true Christian)--I grabbed her around the neck and started crying, I said I don’t want to go out there with her. She said, I know you don’t need to go out there.

We both knew what was happening.

During this time, when I was still young in the Lord, there was a lot of demon activity going on around me. It was so much, that I reached a point that I just dreaded to have to meet anymore of it.

One day, I went out to a nearby store, where my husband worked. He was standing outside, watching some cute goats playing. I stopped under a large oak tree to watch. All of a sudden, God spoke to me in a very strong, commanding voice, MOVE!! It came out just one word; but it was spoken very sharply. Without even thinking or hesitating, I jumped forward. I had been vaguely aware of a rustling sound up in the tree. Just as soon as I jumped out of the way, a large limb landed exactly where I had been standing. If I had not obeyed and moved instantly, I would have been killed.

One day, I told my Mother about this. She told me that she had been mowing grass in her front yard one day. God had spoken to her just the same way; she had moved instantly, just as I had. She said that just the instant she got moved back, a strong wind ripped the porch off the back of her house, and blew it over the house; it had landed exactly where she had been standing.

PRAISE OUR HOLY GOD.!!

When my husband and I were expecting our first baby, I knew, some kind of way, that this baby would not live. I kept telling him the baby would not live. I did not know how I knew this; at this time I did not have the Holy Ghost; yet, I still understood this matter. He kept trying to tell me no, you are wrong.

Well, the baby was born three months too soon. He lived eight hours. This grieved me so much, I cried so much, I reached a point I couldn’t hardly open my eyes. I grieved for months, without a let up; until I became pregnant again. This time I knew my baby would live. This was our first daughter. Then I had Wanna, and four years later, another daughter. This pregnancy was so painful and horrible to get through, I did not wish to go through it again.

But, when she was six years old, I wanted another baby. We still wanted to have a son. Some of you may have read where I told about having a baby in the car; it was this baby boy. He was born dead. This time I had the Holy Ghost; I still grieved a lot; but it was much easier to bear; for I now had the wonderful comforter with me.

At the time this pregnancy started, we were living in a single-wide mobile home. We knew we needed more room; for this baby. So, we had a nice new home built. It was the nicest thing I have ever had. One day, as it neared completion, we were standing in it looking and admiring it. As I said I never thought we would ever have anything this beautiful, God spoke to me as plain as day, and said, some day it will burn.

I told my husband what God had said. He did not know what to make of this.

Another time, just before we moved it, God said to me, some day it will burn.

That baby was born dead before we moved into the new house. The joy of the new home was spoiled by the death of our second son.

Two years later, I was expecting another baby. I had a dream that our house was on fire. I was in the kitchen making jelly, my youngest daughter came in and said, this house is on fire; let’s get out of here. I went the phone and dialed the operator and told her to call the fire dept. for our home was on fire. She said I will give you the number and you can call them; I said no, you call them, I am getting out of here.

The next day, after this dream, my husband, a sister, and I went somewhere to get some peaches. I told her of the dream. She knew my dreams come true.

The next day I was in the kitchen making peach jelly, and it happened just exactly as the dream said. I went to a neighbors home and called that sister; she had just heard fire trucks so past her home and wondered where the fire was. When I told her my home was on fire, she did not believe me at first.

Another sister and I were standing across the road watching my home burn. She was crying. I could not cry. I felt the PEACE THAT PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING FLOWING ALL THROUGH MY BODY. The only other time in my life I have ever felt that PEACE was that night I went up into His presence as I received the Holy Ghost. I felt this comforting PEACE LIKE A RIVER, actually felt it flowing through my veins.

The Joy of God was so great in me that I could not grieve over this house burning. Oh, I hated loosing my home, but I knew somehow, it had to be His will; so I just accepted it.

We replaced this home with a new double-wide home. Shortly after purchasing this, we all became deathly sick; something very unusual for us. All of us. I went to the doctor several times; he kept treating us for flue; finally he knew that could not be the answer. It turned out to be carbon monoxide poisoning. They had not removed the heater vent in this mobile home. This had almost killed my whole family.

We were worried about this hurting the baby I was carrying. But she was born healthy. When I was four months pregnant with her, God had spoken to me, very plainly and said, I want you to name her -----. He had told me what to name her. This was before doctors could tell you for sure what the baby is. So, we kept trying to find a name for the baby if it was a boy. (how stupid can we be?).

Again, at eight months, God spoke to me again and said, I want you to name her---- and He told me my Mother’s name. We kept trying to find a name for the baby in case it was a boy. The day I want to the hospital, we were still struggling with a boy’s name. No wonder!!! God had told me what to name HER.

There was a great spiritual happening around her birth; but to cut down on length, I will not tell this. But, we had a beautiful daughter and named her what God had told me to name her. It trilled my Mother so much because we gave the baby her name.

This child had more faith and sweetness than any human being I have ever known. Before she was three years old, my husband died. I was devastated. Just before the funeral, I was so filled with pain and grief, that I told my family, I was not going to go to the funeral. I laid down on my bed. My five sisters and a couple of friends came in with me. I said, You can think what ever you want to about me, I just can’t go. It was almost time for it to begin. MY oldest sister laid her hand on my head and prayed a short, quiet prayer for me. In that moment, I had a miracle from God. I felt His comforting Spirit come into my head, travel down my body a bit at a time; it want down both arms to the finger tips; down the body and legs to the toes; it picked up that pain and I felt it travel back up my body as it had gone down; up my legs; up my arms and back out my head. As the living God is my witness; I lie not; God reached into my body, I felt it travel through my body and brought out all that pain.

When it was finished, I was just as calm and free of pain as I am right now. In that few moment of extreme pain and grief, I knew for the first time in my life, what it would have been like to lose my mind; I knew I could not have stood much of that kind of pain.

I rose and went to the funeral; did not shed a tear; felt the joy of the Lord all through it. It was such a demonstration of peace; that lies were started saying I had not loved him; saying I had killed him; all sorts of lies were told just because God had healed my pain.

But the worst was yet to come!!!

A year later I met a man whom I loved more than any one I had ever known. My baby loved him too. But the rest of my family despised him. This made it hard for us. We were married; but it was always stormy. When my baby was eight years old, she was run over and killed. My life was totally devastated. She had been the joy of my life. Now she was gone.

But two years earlier, I had dreamed about her death; only in this dream it had shown it to be the one older than her. I actually saw the two men who ran over her; I had never seen them; but after she was killed, I saw them; they looked exactly as those in the dream. I had told my husband about this dream; he had told me that God showed him it was not the older daughter; but the youngest one. I just could not believe this. But as it turned out, this was true. I kept praying and praying for this not to happen. But it did. Just as I dreamed.

I went through soul tearing grief for her for several years. There were times I would go out and lay down in the woods; and cry and wish a poison snake would come by and bite me; so I could die and get out of this pain. I did not want to quit grieving for her too soon. But one day, I knew I just not stand it any longer; I prayed and asked God to remove it. He did. He showed me how to keep it from coming back; each time I felt the grief coming, I would start thinking of the resurrection, when I would see her again. This kept the pain out of my heart.

After this, my marriage to the second husband just fell apart. We just could not make it. This was so much grief to me, for several years, my life was just despair.

But, I finally made up my mind to go on with my life of serving my God. I kept praying for deliverance from this pain; God sent the answer to my prayer. Now, the only thing I live for is to know God better and to serve him with all my heart. He has filled all the void; all the hurt; He is my all in all.

I know this is long, I hope you will enjoy reading it. But there is one more vision I want to tell you off. For I don’t know if I will do anymore of these testimony messages. So, I want to tell of this one.

This happened before my first husband died. We were having home prayer meetings with several other families.

One night, as we were all praying, I saw a vision, looking at this with my eyes open; I looked up and saw Jesus hanging on the cross. I am not making this up; it really happened.

I saw him there. He was alive; but nailed to the cross. I was kneeling near the cross with some other women. I was crying. I would look up at him. Each time, when I first looked up, he would be looking straight out. But, when I looked up, he would look down at me; he had the most beautiful eyes!!!!! They were so full of love and tenderness. It was so powerful, I could not keep looking up. I would look back down. This happened several times; my looking up at him; then his looking down at me.

Afterward, I told the vision to the others. They had everyone had a vision of Jesus. They were all different; but we had all had a vision of Jesus at the same time.

I do hope you have gotten some good out of these messages of my life with my God.

May His blessings be with each of you.

Jo