My posting on this blog has become infrequent, so I really don’t know who is reading it anymore. I used to have a few regular readers, but now, again, I’m not so sure so I feel the need to give a little history.
I was born in New York City and lived there for the majority of my life, but relocated to Florida 12 years ago. It was the hand of God that brought me here. It was prophesied to me 7 years before I moved that I was destined to be in Florida. So here I am.
I have grown to love Florida, but sometimes the weather can be challenging. In New York you have 4 seasons. Here you have one with a little bit of the other 3 every once in a while. I live on the west coast of Florida, in the Tampa Bay area and we are blessed. I use to brag to people that the west coast was the best side because we rarely have storms. But then came Irma.
I think because of what happened in Houston with Hurricane Harvey, people took Irma seriously. But as Irma was approaching I was confident that we would avoid the storm like we usually do. After all my Pastor had just said he had prayed away many of the storms in the past, so why would this be any different? lol I was in agreement with this mindset, but I noticed the more I prayed the more the hurricane track moved directly toward us! Finally, Irma was set to hit us as a possible category 3 storm. But God answered our prayers, but not the way we thought He would. We still got hit with the storm, but by the time it arrived it was a category 1. The majority of the damage was trees blown down and power outages. It could have been so much worse. We had to go through the storm, but God sustained us in the midst of the storm. But believe it or not, this post is not about Irma.
Naturally with the storm headed in my direction, I had many friends and family calling and posting messages on Facebook, making sure I was safe. One particular message stood out and got my attention. My sister-in-law kept posting on Facebook the following message: Come to Georgia.
Honestly, when you are in a situation like that, you have to try to figure out what direction you should go in. Many people evacuated and I did consider it, but after much prayer and consideration, I opted to stay in my 9th Floor apartment. But the message kept being posted “Come to Georgia”.
This blog is a Christian blog and my blog is for prophetic Christians who understand following God. My sister-in-law kept posting, until finally I got the prophetic message. God was saying it’s time to take a trip to Georgia.
For some reason yesterday I felt a burden about this. I felt strongly like this is the time for a prophetic trip. I won’t give any details other than it will be in the month of October. I recognize the importance of following HIM. I have no expectation or idea what the Lord is going to do, but I do know that when He tells us something we must hear and obey. This is and continues to be my prophetic walk.
When God says go, we should go. And He can get His point across, even in the midst of a storm. If you are curious about what happens, stay tuned. I’ll keep you posted.