A Field was planted by God

I am the vine you are the branches
I am the vine you are the branches

He cleared and tilled and planted a field with good soil. His seeds germinated, sprouted, and grew well. His enemies saw the sprouts but were very busy with their plans to distract, deceive and destroy the world and everyone in it. They did not pay the field any heed.  The plants grew and multiplied.

Then satan noticed the field was growing and now in full bloom. So he sent a beast to destroy the field and all the plants by mowing them over and rolling them under. He left believing he had completely destroyed all God had accomplished.  Very soon the rains came and as the sun shown brightly on the field, the scattered pieces of the vines of the plants that were tilled under grew quickly into small plants, and the field was covered with them again.   

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Grandma’s Story

When we can experience first hand God working in our lives and the lives of others, it is so encouraging, faith building, and assures us we are in His will and His constant vision.  It confirms, He knows us inside and out, even the number of hairs on our heads.  Today I want to share with you when my grandma went on to be with the Lord.  I say this because the experience confirms it.  Let me tell you the story.  
My grandma had cancer.  She had a few months left, and she knew it.  She was a Catholic her entire life, and talked about “her loving Jesus” to me many, many times. 

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My Experience At The Cross

I want to share an experience I had at the Cross.  I attended a special worship service, years ago.  Two significant things happened during that service, that I personally experienced. 
The people had set up a replica of a Holy of Hollies tent.  During the service the leaders walked around and prayed for people, laying on hands.  They prayed for me, and one person put their hand over my heart.  I felt a burning right there, in my chest growing stronger, until it felt like a hot sword inside me.  My legs got weak, and then those praying for me left.  I felt my sweater, and it still felt hot.  When the service was over, I went up onto the stage, to walk inside the display.  They had a wooden cross set up.  I pressed my hand against it.  Immediately I was in the Spirit.

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