Alsace gets Easter Monday as a holiday, and that means everything is closed. So after cooking the big meal yesterday and washing all the dishes this morning, nothing feels better than sitting in the desk chair all evening to share my trip to England with all of you!
I had a lot of anticipation about all God wanted to do during this trip, even tho’ we were flying right after the suicidal plane crash in the Alps (just another reason to continue inner healing!) It was the first European Sozo summit for Sozo leaders and those desperate to get the ministry going in their nations and there were about 60 invited to come. It was also close enough to my 53rd birthday that I expected some surprises from my Father as well! I am very excited about this birthday because my mother was menopausal at 53. Pre-menopause threw me into a boxing ring 7 yrs ago, and has knocked me down every time I got back on my feet. So now the countdown has begun and I’m standing over my first 50 yrs with Jesus holding my gloved hand in the air, believing that my life is about to get recalibrated for the second half!
The summit was a huge injection of hope, encouragement, prophecy, and quality time with the Trinity. The hosting church spoiled us to death with free gifts and resources. The speakers were amazing and made themselves available to us. The connections with so many like-minded women my age were life-giving. My dream to write a children’s picture book was re-ignited. I learned more about financial sozos, children’s sozos, and educational sozos.
And Jesus did not forget my birthday: I didn’t get flowers this year, but when I walked into the church, the table centerpieces were spring bouquets of my very favorite flowers! And each attendee got a handmade prophetic card upon arrival. Mine had crazy stickers all over the front and read, "Daddy says, It’s party time!" I noticed others were much more serious in nature!
My love for the English increased with every warm encounter. I’m sure the common language helps me feel less like a foreigner than I do in France, where I’m often wondering if I’m saying or doing something offensive, nervous about their cool demeanor. In comparison, England feels like visiting Grandma’s house and heading straight for the candy dish: buying clothes that actually fit my curves (French clothes are cut for anorexics,) enjoying my favorite British treats, worshipping corporately in English guilt-free and never feeling afraid to approach a stranger for help!
A concrete picture of this contrast was when we went to see Selma in Colmar on my birthday. I chose a seat in front of a man who promptly let me know indirectly to his wife, but in a loud voice, that I had made a lousy choice. I ignored him and he repeated it. Then the film started, coincidentally about the impact of hateful words on a whole race of people. It kinda tainted the whole evening. But the next day, I was at the grocery store where we shop every week and Jesus healed my heart when four different strangers initiated contact with me in positive ways while I was roaming the aisles! Jesus was showing me that I have no reason not to walk in confidence – He has called me here to love and heal, and certain people will be attracted to it and others will be repelled. It has nothing to do with me and I cannot take it as personal rejection.
We don’t advertise Sozos – it is purely by word of mouth. So all of my clients are initiating the contact and all of them are Christians, trusting that I will help them. No risk of rejection there. But I am getting restless for more. – I want to bring more of the Kingdom of heaven to my village! So I’m taking baby steps again after my painful disappointment with families at the school. And I’m starting to experience some favor. But I’ll save those details for my next letter…
He is Risen!