Just after Thanksgiving, I took Ron to the Emergency Room. We are so grateful that his sister Gloria insisted that he was in trouble and should go. After a quick evaluation, ER admitted him to the hospital. Later they discovered not only did he have Covid lungs, he was so bad the doctors had nothing positive to say about his condition. Another day or so of evaluation caused the doctors to put him in ICU and administer the most oxygen possible – 60 liters. He still struggled to breathe. The doctor asked Amie to meet him in the hallway.
The doctor stared at Amie. “I’m sorry, but we don’t believe your father will survive this. I’ve only seen a small few overcome this.”
Amie leaned against the wall and cried. Suddenly, as if given a shot of God’s power, she turned to the doctor with a strong determination on her face. “I will take that!” The doctor looked puzzled.
“My Dad is going to live! I am going to hang on to the fact that he will be one of the few people who come out of this!”
The doctor didn’t appear to be convinced. He shook his head and walked away.
When Amie came to the house to tell me about the doctor’s predictions – she was full of power and determination. By this time, my Covid lungs were fighting to breathe. Hearing about Ron, I cried out. I begged God not to take Ron. Something began to fill the air. Something unexpected happened. My mind was filled with images of Ron standing tall and strong. The more I prayed for God to protect Ron, the more I could NOT see him in a weakened state.
Amie’s power and determination seemed to fill the room and push out any negative thoughts or feelings!
The next day my blood oxygen levels dropped drastically. I was admitted to the hospital and immediately put on oxygen. I had Covid bacterial pneumonia and blood clots in my lungs.
Amie was at the hospital every day to encourage us and learn all she could from the nurses and doctors. She pushed both of us to fight for our health and to believe that God would bring us through. Her faith, strength, and decision to “walk-in power” filled my room and Ron’s ICU room.
It was a hard time for Amie. Ron had developed blood clots in his lungs and a partial one in his leg. He struggled to breathe. She ran from my hospital room to Ron’s every day for almost two weeks.
Amie stood beside Ron’s bed, holding his hand and praying over him. She stood between Ron and his view of the next room. She watched as another ICU patient died. Ron didn’t see the flurry of activity, but Amie did. Yet, the power that God continually poured into Amie – that strength continued to flow to Ron and to me. To have her visit our rooms meant that power and strength were there.
Amie talked with a woman visiting her friend who was declared brain dead. Amie felt the power and spirit she used for us and comforted the stranger. Amie walked by rooms and heard the heart monitors announce the death angel had come. Even so, she used the power and strength around her, and she walked on. She witnessed the sick, the confused, the weary, and the brokenhearted, but her force field of power never left her.
Amie was also checking on her brother Jamie. He contracted Covid when we did. They talked on the phone every day. He was frustrated that he couldn’t go to the hospital or be with her. Yet, he did his best to support her with encouragement, long talks, and prayers. His main job was to get well so he could help when we came home. That’s all Jamie and Amie thought and prayed about. “Please God, please let mom and dad come home.”
Amie’s power was evident and witnessed anytime you were close to her. God’s power and strength beat within her heart and filled the rooms she visited and the people she met. Amie walked in God’s power, and the energy that flowed around her kept us and others filled with God’s promises and hope.
Amie came into my room late one evening. Ron was ok, but he was discouraged. We talked and prayed together before she left. I continued to pray for Ron, me, and all he wanted to accomplish with our family.
What happened next was life-changing! A golden glow moved across my room. The glow filled every crevice. It was all around me. I felt warm, surrounded, and protected.
I lifted my head back and could see the being that had arrived. He was at least 8 foot tall. His sword was massive. His eyes were fixed and poised for WAR. No audible words passed between us, but I knew he was there to protect and fight against the demons that would destroy us.
I watched as he pointed his sword over me and stabbed into an unseen world as if to push a demon away. His strong arm reached down and pulled me closer to him. I knew he would fight when I couldn’t. He had been given a directive from God and nothing – absolutely nothing would ever be able to deter his mission.
I called Ron. “I know you can’t talk, but this is what God is showing me. We are protected, Ron! Believe it! Look for the angels that are now in your room. They are there, Ron! I promise they are there!” We continued to pray together.
The glow did not leave my room all night. Anytime I woke up or looked behind me, the War Angel was there.
My roommate called out, “Lady, lady…..I’m talking to the other lady in this room.”
“Yes…I’m here.”
“Please pray for me. I heard what you told your husband. Please pray for God to help me.” I did pray that God would help her.
Over the next few days, God also impressed me with a new direction for my ministry. Big things are coming, my dear friends. God has a massive plan for all of us.
One evening Amie poked her face in my hospital room and grinned.
“Want some good news?”
“Absolutely!”
“Dad drew me a picture today.” Amie’s face beamed. God gave Ron a vision. Ron used a whiteboard and drew a picture of the world. Arrows pointed to different people all over the world. A large arrow came down from space and pointed to Pastor Sam in Uganda. Prayers were going up and down and surrounding the world and Ron. It was a miracle, and Ron knew his life would be spared. As he drew what he saw, tears of joy ran down Ron’s cheeks. Amie and I praised God for all the people, Angels, and those in the spiritual world who were fighting this demonic power.
Ron saw his parents, Helen and Wayne, and my parents, Ken and Maggie. They stood at the end of his bed, smiling and watching over him.
In all of our lives, we have NEVER been so completely changed! Changed in our faith. Changed in our determination. Changed in our healing and our resolve to be everything God wants us to be.
My friends, the spiritual world is real. Please pray for America. If you don’t have my book, please get it so you can develop a plan to pray for every segment of our society. We all must step into the spiritual world and do our part to fight the demons that are trying to destroy the Army of God. I pray that as we get stronger and launch the directives that God has given us….that you will choose to join with us and make a difference in our families, our churches, our communities, and our country. God is on the move, my friend! Do not miss your opportunity to be part of God’s plan!!!
God bless you all!!!
Some have asked how we are doing. We are both at home. Jamie and Amie have moved in to care for us until we are fully recovered. We have limitations and both of us are still on oxygen. But God has given us a miracle and we are committed to the work he has put before us. 2022 will be our biggest and best year as we fight against the evil in this world. We hope you will keep a watch on this website, Facebook, and our work as we go forward. God bless you with his power!!!