Journal of Joy ~ Tennessee, North Carolina, and Kentucky, USA ~ American Prayer Journey ~ September 28 – October 26, 2016


​​©Jennifer Lynn Easton Joy​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ / שמחה איסטון לין ינייפר​
September 28, 2016 – Wednesday - Arose, finished preparing for a month of travel. Enviro Shuttle driver was late for the 3:30 AM pickup and the vehicle was filled with cigarette smoke. Both were a first for this company which I have used for many trips.
 
When I arrived at the airport all seemed smooth and easy. I checked in, paid the $25 luggage fee. I mentioned I was on TSA Pre-Check, the clerk just nodded. Then I checked in at security, the man checked my passport and TSA Pre-Check and then stamped my boarding pass with a red flag and said, “You will not need to take off your coat and shoes with this red stamp.” Then the next guy asked if I had any fluids, I said, no that I packed them, so he moved the suitcase through the scanner. Then all hell broke loose. A different  man took my suitcase ran in the opposite direction of the conveyor carrying my handbag. The man asking the questions just stood with his hands in his pockets smiling. Then another person is yelling at me because I have a laptop in my suitcase. I replied, “NO ONE asked me to take it out. All you have to do is ASK!” I began walking back toward the man who took my suitcase, then a large security person blocked my path, so I ducked under his arm, then another security person grabbed a hold of my arm leaving bruised and I asked her to stop touching me. Then this giant bully comes to his idea of a rescue yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs, hands on his hips, leaning over me. He was completely out of control. Everyone has now stopped and is staring in disbelief. Finally, he took a breath from his tirade, and I said, “I don’t need your help! You are the one who needs help. You are the ones not doing your jobs. If you wanted my laptop out of the suitcase, all you had to do was ask. It is wrong for you to treat me like this. This is your mistake not mine.” It felt like I was talking to satan in person. He then asked the clerk if he asked for my laptop, he nodded that he did not. So the other employee handed me my suitcase, which I then opened, and handed the laptop for them to scan, then went to the other end of the carousel to take my handbag from another employee who had dumped out the contents and was searching through it. It is 4 AM and I am traumatized tremendously. As I was walking to the gate another passenger approached me and apologized for what the whole airport just witnessed. She mentioned that Redmond is not TSA compliant and has their own set of rules. Not one of the three people that checked my passport and my TSA registration mentioned Redmond was not TSA compliant. They have their own security rules and they prefer domination, control, harassment, yelling, screaming, abuse, manipulation and condescending attitudes towards the people flying, who are in fact paying their salaries. Seriously. It was the first after years of flying, I pray it is the last and that all these people find different jobs. As I slowly climbed the ramp to the four gates, I stopped to adjust my handbag that was slipping off the luggage. When I looked up, the woman was gone, clearly an angel sent to give me the information I needed to help process what just happened.
 
Finally, boarded and arrived in Seattle and walked to Gate D5. When I arrived at the Gate, it posted a Gate Change to C15, so I walked over to C15, and when I got to C15, they said, no it changed back to D5. Unfortunately, my feet did not heal from foot surgeries 3 years prior and they were not going to walk another ½ mile. Gratefully an Alaska Airlines employee invited me to join her on the employee elevator which was a shortcut to the gate. “Yes, Please. Thank You. Thank You so Very Much!”  After boarding, I slept most of the flight to Tennessee….too much trauma. Mercy Jesus.
 
My dear friend of seventeen years picked me up at the airport and we briefly stopped by her home to drop off my luggage and for me to change before meeting friends at a Mexican restaurant. Clearly the angels assisted me in pulling the luggage upstairs as my right shoulder has been injured more than once in vehicle wrecks and my post-op feet have not healed correctly. Still, I always walk forward in faith, anticipating YHVH will meet me and impart the strength I need for each day. The guest room I stayed in for the past 16 years was empty except for an air mattress on the floor. Joyce had given away the furniture. This was a complete surprise.
 
We then met Mary Ellen, Robin, and Paula at the locals favorite Mexican Restaurant. I did not say anything about the flight experience from the morning yet still felt very off kilter, like riding a merry-go-round for too long. The Mexican food was far too spicy for me and sleep did not come easy.
 
Before the evening closed, Joyce mentioned that her brother Ken, who lived in another State died today and that her bird died two weeks ago. Sometimes there are not any words to bring comfort as the plans for the trip were made weeks in advance. It was my heartfelt attempt to be respectful, quiet, and sensitive to her situation. As an introvert, quiet is something I do quite well. However, life has taught me grief has a myriad of emotional expressions like colors rotating in a kaleidoscope movement which is unpredictable at best.
 
The rain arrived tonight softly singing me to sleep. The sound of rain is one of my most favorite sounds growing up in the Willamette Valley. It is a frequent commonly heard sound. It is cool and balmy in Tennessee. For this I give thanks.
 
September 29, 2016 – Thursday – The morning brought the soft warm Tennessee air and a gathering of friends Joyce, MaryEllen and Mary at a local Cracker Barrel for breakfast.
 
In the evening, Marsha and I attended her local fellowship in Watertown, Tennessee. I was overjoyed to see Lisa, Carol, Chip and Jan and other friends met on previous trips to Tennessee. It began as a sweet welcome home coming.
 
At the close of the teaching, the pastor came over to the pew in front of where Marsha and I were standing. He took my hands, then kissed my hands, then asked “Who is Jesus?” I returned with a questions, “My Jesus?” He said, “Yes, tell us who Jesus is!” I said, “For me personally, HE is my KING, my LORD…MY ALL IN ALL!” He yelled at me and then to the audience, “NO THAT IS RELIGION, THAT IS NOT CHRISTIANITY!” Immediately sitting down, tears clouded my vision, head bent forward, hands over my face. This was a first-time experience. No pastor has ever kissed my hands which was an intentional “Judas kiss of betrayal” or pronounced me a liar in public. Then he paraded up to front with a swagger in his walk and began an exhortation of how I was just speaking religious terms, that I did not know JESUS. The congregation was clearly comfortable with the pastor’s emotional, mental, and spiritual abuse. My spirit was deeply grieved. How does a pastor proclaim such a lie about a perfect stranger, a first-time guest in their church?
 
“Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great; for in this same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” ~ Matthew 5:11-12, NASB
 
My immediate prayer is that my dear friend will see the truth and find a new place to truly worship in Spirit and Truth (John 4:24) as is the essence of her heart. Even so, experientially I know when one is raised in emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically abusive homes it takes many seasons and sometimes a lifetime to adjust to living a life without those common factors.
 
September 30, 2016 – Friday – In the morning, Joyce informed me that she had cancelled the Meet and Greet scheduled H.G.R.M.at the Arrington Vineyard. Instead she opted to invite her closest friends Kathy, Robin and MaryEllen over for dinner on Saturday Evening. As the Meet and Greet was to be a fundraiser for the ministry, I simply trusted YHVH to fill in the financial expenses for the America Prayer Journey 2016.
 
Sami, a faithful H.G.R.M. Intercessor arrived about 10:00 AM and we went to lunch at O’Charley’s another Tennessee favorite restaurant. O’Charley’s and Cracker Barrel are not in Oregon, so these are Tennessee blessings and Tennessee love language. The food is always good and abundant. We had peach chutney chicken, sweet potatoes, soup and of course, the melt-in-your-mouth warm butter rolls. The reverberations of the merry-go-round flight and first two days here are still in movement, so I am seeking the Holy Spirit for the cause of such resistance in the spirit realm. As I have traveled to Tennessee for sixteen years, I anticipated this trip to be one of immense joy, countless blessings, magnificent favor and sweet grace.
 
Sami is a musician, so in like manner where I might go to pour out Holy Anointing Oil and pray over the land, Sami takes her guitar, a gift from her dad and sings over the land. We went to three locations. First location was a cemetery/church/funeral home parking lot where she played songs of resurrection. Then to a hospital where she played songs of life. Then to the park where she strummed and sang songs of freedom. Her early childhood encapsulated with pain was here in Lebanon. This was a portion of her healing journey, to sing songs of healing to the land and to her memories. When she finished singing, I prayed over her for healing as well. Sami is a teacher and understands the cost of mentoring, teaching, imparting and giving relentlessly to those not positioned to offer gratitude. To celebrate the healing and breakthrough in her life, we went to Baskin Robbins Ice Cream Parlor to celebrate. Ice Creams always tastes like celebration. Our time together closed and she dropped me off about 3:00 PM and I prepared to leave at 4:30 PM to attend the Glory Train at the Foundry in Nashville, a ministry which H.G.R.M. has covertly prayed for through the Prayers for the States of America since 2001.
 
Arriving early, a gift, I met James Nesbit and was given the opportunity to inquire about placing his prophetic artwork on our website. The evening held deep, passionate, genuine, authentic prophetic worship bringing Glory to YHVH, easily a first for me to personally experience in a corporate setting in over a decade. The passionate reverberations and sound waves of holy worship reached the cosmos and then returned again full circle to the place we were standing in faith; This evening is an extreme gift during this trip to Tennessee. My FATHER’s sweet grace indeed.
 
October 1, 2016 – Saturday – This was a low-key day which held a bit of shopping in the morning to purchase food for the evening gathering. In the late morning, Joyce said to me, “You need to leave.” It was abrupt, unexpected, without explanation and the first in 16 years of traveling to Tennessee. So I spent time in the afternoon making phone calls finding two separate places to stay. Originally, I was scheduled to stay here for 29 days, using the upstairs guest room and bath as needed, similar to when I visited for 58 days in 2011 and so many times previously. Tennessee always has been my home away from home. Gratefully I was able to secure three nights next week with a dear friend and then the following seven days with a different family. As the trip itinerary and financial support for the month in Tennessee, North Carolina and Kentucky was planned months in advance, it is simply not easy to change direction midstream like trying to run river rapids in the opposite direction of the natural river current flow.
 
Additionally, this morning, the H.G.R.M. Intercessor who scheduled An Experiential Communion for next Thursday evening the sixth of October, cancelled. She explained she did not get around to inviting anyone and would just rather spend the evening with me. Of course, my heart is always to minister to my Father’s people and Experiential Communion is truly one of my most favorite ways to do just that. So once again I find myself adjusting to the ever-changing schedule.
 
The three guests and dear friends of Joyce arrived by 5:00 PM. We sat outside in the early fall slightly humid, warm air. They reiterated more than once they were like four peas in a pod, nothing could separate them. Clearly they enjoyed being together. Their time together brought significant peace and joy to each. In previous journeys to Tennessee, I would have been included in the pod, as these four women have been H.G.R.M. Intercessor’s for many years. In this season, I am clearly an outsider, for reasons unknown nor communicated. Clearly they are all insiders to a secret they are unwilling to share.
 
The air bed I am sleeping on loses air each night. So nightly I awaken to a hard floor and arise to pump more air in the mattress which reminds me of camping trips as a child. Must be a metaphor or parable in there somewhere.
 
October 2, 2016 – Sunday  - Joyce and I went to church in the morning, and I saw many people that I had met before on previous trips to Tennessee, yet no one greeted me. It was like I was invisible. This was not like any previous trip to Tennessee and I had no understanding. The worship was very anointed and sweet in the Spirit and this was a gift. Anointed worship always centers and aligns me in the Presence of YHVH.
 
This afternoon, Mary Ellen and Joyce decided to participate in the Hermitage Fall Fest and invited me to ride along if I was so inclined. Mary Ellen was in the driver’s seat with Joyce also in the front. They conversed during the trip as though I was invisible, clearly I was just riding along. This trip to Tennessee is not like any previous trips and I have no understanding of the changes. During the journey I spent time in prayer and embracing the beautiful Tennessee muted colors of fall.

At the Fall Fest, intrinsically drawn to an artist’s booth “Angela Johnson” from Tennessee, as though someone called my name to come inside. Immediately mesmerized by this beautiful painting of seven red apples. Joyce and Mary Ellen moved on to other booths while I stood completely mesmerized by this extravagant artistic expression. In a surprise act of overt generosity, the artist gave me the painting of seven apples on Rosh Hashanah October 2, 2016 the beginning of the new year 5777. It is amazingly prophetic because apples and honey are eaten on Rosh Hashanah in Israel to celebrate the new year with faith the new year will be sweet! As I remember clearly my grandmother moved to heaven October 3, 1988 and my dad moved to heaven October 4, 2000 this gift is rare and extravagant. For me, this was the reason we went, so YHVH could encourage me.
 
In the evening, the H.G.R.M. Intercessor who promised a 3-day conference and fundraiser to provide for the remaining expenses of the American Prayer Journey to 22 States in 2016 called to inform me he had cancelled the event. Even though I had no idea how YHVH would provide for the financial expenses what grieved me the most is so many who profess to be Christians, followers of Yeshua, people of YHVH seem to be without understanding of the consequences of breaking a promise to God. It is as though their promise, their word, their commitment has no impact or consequence. It is as though they can rewrite the scriptures to accommodate their feelings at the moment. As I was wrongfully terminated from my full-time gainful employment June 30, 2015, and lived on extreme faith since that time, I found myself wondering why or in heaven would my Father God bring me to Tennessee. What did HE want me to see, hear, notice, learn, observe, and/or recognize that I had not been able to before?
 
October 3, 2016 – Monday – Rosh Hashanah Eve -  In the morning I walked around the neighborhood, as my feet born with birth defects did not heal correctly from the surgeries in 2013, it is more like a stroll instead of a walk. My feet have been swollen enough to require one size larger of shoes for three years now. Also requiring me to drive with my left foot. It has been an inconvenient and painful walk of faith. Easily I notice others impatience when I cannot walk as fast as they can. (I will learn in 2023 after ten exceedingly difficult years the surgeon severed the tendons and ligaments between my toes and feet and I will never hop, jump, skip, run, hike, bike ride, climb stairs easily, again. The damage is irreversible in the realm of humanity; however, I have been supernaturally healed before, and I know YHVH always has the last word).
 
Barbara Gibson, my trusted mentor and friend, invited me to Sammy B’s (previously the Chop House) in Castle Heights Military Academy for lunch. Barbara is now eighty-six and speaks of moving to Alabama to be closer to her daughter which means this will be my last time to share a meal with her. My heart is grateful for the years of her faithful mentoring and friendship. There are not any earthly words to describe the difference she has made in my life. During our lunch, her husband, Don now eighty-eight, stopped by to greet us. He was attending a Kiwanis meeting inside the restaurant. It was my first time meeting the love of her life. He looked at her with great affection, clearly lifelong romance. We sat outside in the comfortable 70-degree weather on the covered patio where smoking is allowed which is not allowed in my home State of Oregon. The lunch was excellent in all thing service, food, atmosphere, and ambiance. At the close of our lunch, her daughter Ann called from Alabama, so I met her over the phone and we talked briefly. YHVH obviously aligning all things and revealing the purposes of this trip to Tennessee even though it has been a very bumpy ride I know this luncheon; this time is one of HIS priceless gifts.
 
Then we went to a mall to do some shopping as her husband suggested to get something new for their trip to a Bed & Breakfast Mountain Retreat in a couple of weeks. As we walked by the wedding dress shop, Barbara said, “Maybe if you buy the wedding dress, he will come.” She had spoken a prophetic word over me some years ago about a very tall man coming into my life. As he has not yet arrived, she is concerned that I am alone and have no one to stand with me and support me in the call of God on my life. Don has always supported and loved her and she does not understand how I can do this alone.
 
Then we went to the store where she frequently shops for clothing. The clerk mentioned that it was so wonderful to see a mother and daughter shopping together. We smiled; I was grateful for any time Barbara could share with me. She found a couple of lovely sweaters and then insisted that she be allowed to purchase a jacket for me “to honor a prophet of the LORD.” I accepted the gift because I would never consider doing anything to dishonor her. The time, the friendship, the unconditional love, the faithful prayers, the emotional support, the spiritual mentoring…these were priceless gifts. When I tried on the jacket, she looked at me eye-to-eye and said, “Must be time for me to pass my mantle on to you.”  It was a sweet blessing. I am grateful.

When we arrived at Joyce’s home she parked out front along the street curb. Barbara asked, “How is it here? I shared with her the unknowns and changes, and she remarked, “Being a light bearer, one whose anointing is to expose darkness is never easy.” I asked, “Care to explain?” She responded, “I am sure you already know; you are sent by the LORD to go to HIS ordained places, shine HIS light, which in turn exposes darkness by its nature.” I nodded yes, saying, “Do you mean like the supervisor at my last place of employment work who wrongfully terminated me, now arrested for soliciting teenage girls for sex; the supervisor at a previous place of employment who wrongfully terminated me to cover up the mental, emotional, and sexual abuse of many teenagers; the supervisor at a previous place of employment that wrongfully terminated me to cover up sexual abuse at the work place; the pastor arrested, convicted and placed in prison for sexual abuse to teenage boys and girls; and/or the addict arrested for a DUI….the list seems endless. However, I thought it is the role of every Christian.” She smiled knowingly saying, “Some lights are brighter than others,” and then took my hand and prayed for God to continue giving  me strength to endure all the false accusations and assumptions, counterfeit Christians, betrayers of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and for me to not grow weary in well-doing or walking faithfully in the calling upon my life, as a prophetic seer.” We hugged, spoke blessings, I stood on the front porch brick steps and watched as she drove away. Time is short. In my spirit it seems the next time I see her will be on the other side. Taking a moment for a deep breath and then I opened the door to go inside.
 
Joyce decided for me to go on a date with a close friend of hers, Cristo. Even though I declined the request, she ignored my response and explained it was already planned and he would be arriving at 5:30 PM. So I went upstairs to prepare and honor my friend’s request in the best way I knew how. Social arrangements are vastly different in Oregon than in Tennessee. When Cristo arrived, one glance in Joyce’s directions immediately informed me that I was going out to dinner with a man who was genuinely and deeply in love with Joyce and I was to be her hopeful distraction. Not a chance…as I am not a stunningly beautiful, petite, blue-eyed, blonde effervescently evangelistically anointed Tennessean. We went to Demo’s Restaurant, a locals favorite and Cristo talked about his work at TBN as a prayer counselor, his life in South Africa as a teacher and professor before moving to the States, where he currently resides in Madison, and about his son and remaining family in South Africa. Gratefully, he is an extravert and would ask me a question, then start talking before I could answer. We left as soon as the meal was finished. When we arrived at Joyce’s, I asked him to drop me off in front, but he ignored my request, parked in the driveway, went to the door and rang the doorbell, so she would answer as he really wanted to see her and talk to her. So I cordially thanked him, went upstairs, and they stood outside and talked for a while. I felt like a pawn in a losing chess game. Eventually, he moved home to South Africa…undoubtedly with a broken heart.
 
October 4, 2016 – Tuesday – Rosh Hashanah ~ Joyce changed her plans to visit her daughter, Cynthia and Steve for today instead of tomorrow when I am gone. She is going kayaking and then visiting with the family until late this evening. I was hoping to see her family on this visit as I have done so many times before yet I was not invited as it seems the post-op non-function of my feet have more limitations that I am aware of, along with the grief she is purposing not to show.
 
Dena one of H.G.R.M. Intercessors from Kentucky arrived thirty minutes early. She was one of the calls I made last Saturday to find ways to fill the days until I could move to the new sleeping accommodations tomorrow. I am truly embarrassed about being asked to leave Joyce’s home without any explanation. Although I have thoughts, ideas, things I have noticed…I do not talk about it. This is often my life as a prophetic seer to see, hear, notice, recognize the little things others do not notice..
 
We headed to Nashville. First we went to a shopping mall near Opryland to have lunch at the Rain Forest Café. It was so fun. An adventure. The café was designed and decorated like a jungle with monkeys, elephants, tigers, birds, fish, etc. There is the sound of a “rain, wind and thunderstorm” playing instead of the jungle music at 30-minute intervals. We survived the make-believe storms. Enjoyed hamburgers, and then ate a portion of the “Volcano” chocolate desert. Fun. God knows I needed to have a bit of plain old-fashioned southern fun. The Lion and the Eagle were among my favorites. Prophetically speaking, I need to write with my new spiritual vision and sleep peacefully at the feet of my KING. Clearly from the LORD. Then we went to Off Broadway a shoe store where Dena bought me a new pair of boots “Bellevue” which means beautiful view in French. She shared the LORD asked her to purchase me a new pair of boots for a new season in HIM. It is the first time for someone to purchase new winter boots for me. For this I give thanks.
 
She said as she handed me the new boots after completing the purchase, “You are completing a Journey (The American Prayer Journey 22 States). You are beginning a new journey.” Interesting my Dad died 16 years ago today….which was the land-mark epiphany of a new journey.
 
I am praying the initial warfare storms of this journey to Tennessee are finished: Redmond  airport, Pastor Scales, accommodation cancelled, Meet and Greet cancellation, Fundraising Event cancelled, An Experiential Communion cancelled. It is my nature to diligently continue to search for GOD’s favor, blessing, provision, protection, kindness, truth, light, revelation, knowledge, wisdom, discernment and goodness.
 
Then we went to Opryland Hotel, rode the boat in the Delta River with water from nations around the world. I have taken this ride before and poured oil in the Delta River before. I am grateful to be here again. The atmosphere and ambiance is extravagant with gentle beauty. Beautiful orchids bloom in extravagant abundance. Following the Delta River excursion we stopped to purchase a beverage, and I drank an 1893 Ginger Ale bottled by Pepsi, an original North Carolina product. It was prophetic act about receiving the manifest blessings, favor, mercy, grace, hope, truth, light, glory, wisdom, goodness of YHVH for the last 113 years…..100-fold blessings.
 
Then we went to the home of America’s 7th President Andrew Jackson at The Hermitage Plantation, a National Historic Landmark and Museum, ten miles east of Nashville, Tennessee. It is my second time visiting this land, the first visit was abruptly cut short, so I am grateful to be given the time to stroll a portion of the grounds. We poured “Jubilee Anointing Oil,” into the land, prayerfully anointing the Godly history of America. We enjoyed the tour of the extravagant grounds and the antique house. It was fun and truly anointed by the LORD.
 
The three places we went today were all places Dena had not been to before and since this was during her school break as a mathematics teacher, she wanted to have a “vacation” day and I was happy to tag along.
 
We returned to Joyce’s at 6:00 PM. Dena came inside for me to show her the prophetic Rosh Hashanah Seven Apples Painting and the Eagle Lion James Nesbit print as they were the prophetic pictures of this time in Tennessee. Wonderful prophetic gifts from these first seven days in Tennessee. Then, we spent some time in prayer and in the presence of our King Jesus, trusting HIS healing touch to transform our lives. After she departed, I retired upstairs, hearing Joyce arrive home later.
 
October 5, 2016 – Wednesday – In the morning, I arose, prepared for the day and packed the suitcases, grateful they slide down the stairs. Joyce seemed to be in less visible emotional pain today, so I gave her an update on the arrangements I had made for accommodations for the next nineteen. She seemed relieved I would be staying with others.
 
Perhaps her grief is softening. She talked about oranges then began to cry because Jazz, her bird loved oranges; she immediately went outside. She is not one to cry in front of people.
 
Marsha one of H.G.R.M.’s intercessors arrived about 9:45 AM, in a red Saturn convertible two-seater sports car, with a plan to pick up the luggage later. She could easily be a NASCAR driver. Sometimes people speak of a person’s perspective lens as being a half-empty cup or a half-full cup personality type. Marsha is neither, she is a bubbling over the top positive, large faith, continually smiling, genuinely happy no matter what personality. Her contagious joy is like a never-ending waterfall. We went to Starbucks, then to Watertown for a service at her church. Intentionally, I avoided all contact with the Pastor not wishing to have a repeat performance of last Thursday.
 
One of the commonalities of Tennessee is listening to people talk about their faith aloud as though everyone in Tennessee is a born-again, Gospel evangelist. Additionally, Tennessee welcomes faith-based highways and yard signs which are not welcomed in Oregon.
 
We met Jan and Francina at Wasabi Restaurant in Mt. Juliet to celebrate Jan’s 51’st birthday. The food, service, atmosphere, and ambiance were delightful…the joyous celebration of a life well lived with great enthusiasm. Jan is extravagantly beautiful inside and out…just ask her husband and/or anyone else who has ever met her, they will tell you the same. Following the birthday lunch, we went into Nashville where Marsha took us on a “Golf Cart Tour” of Nashville in 91 degrees, 100% humidity for 2 hours. This is normal weather for Tennessee. Yet for an Oregon girl who lives without humidity in the high desert of Central Oregon…this is warm. It was pure joy to pray over the city. Marsha took all the back roads, the places a tourist would never go. In the Spirit Realm, it was easy to see us as four pillars of HIS White Light taking the city. Glory to God!
 
This was an assignment from YHVH, ordered by HIM. Then we went to Mt. Juliet to get Marsha’s car which she left the car unlocked, windows down, keys in the ignition, turned on, so the battery was dead. In Oregon, the car would have most likely been stolen. In Tennessee, no one noticed. Angel Protection on Assignment.
 
Jan left for home for more birthday celebrations. Marsha and I laughed over the apparent warfare because Marsha laughs at most every inconvenience or spiritual battle. She is not daunted.. Francine stayed while we figured out a solution for the dead battery. I suggested going to Discount Tires next door, someone came over with a battery pack, which did not work, so we used Francine’s battery cables, it took a while, but finally the little red Saturn sports car was started. The time delay rearranged our evening so we did not make it to Wednesday Night Church Service.
 
We drove to Murphreesboro, and switched vehicle’s, leaving the Sports Car parked in the driveway in exchange for Norm’s (Marsha’s husband) truck, then drove to Lebanon, to get pick up my luggage and stopped by Chic-Fil-A (another non-Oregon restaurant at this time) for dinner. Although I am obviously grateful for three nights for a place to stay, the allergies to her dog, cat, and husband’s cigarette smoke is a challenge. However, the bedroom has a window which opens and a bed with a mattress, not an air mattress on the floor. Sometimes I wonder at YHVH sending me on these outreaches when issues from the car wrecks have left their mark. Yet, I know HE sends me in HIS Strength, not my own.
 
October 6, 2016 – Thursday – Marsha took time off work to accommodate my schedule changes for which I was deeply grateful. The day held a morning appointment, shopping, and then we met Kathy an H.G.R.M. Intercessor for lunch at Applebee’s. It was all incredibly fun with Marsha’s contagious enthusiasm while driving her little red sports car which is suitable for Tennessee weather but not conducive to Central Oregon winters where I live with often twenty-four”-48” of snow.
 
In the evening we returned to the church where Marsha is a member as they are hosting a “Love Conference” this week. Although I noticed the Pastor watching me, but I again choose not to have eye contact, sometimes it is wisdom to avoid conflict.
 
On the drive home, Marsha asked me what I thought about the Pastor and is my nature I asked her questions about the way he treats people, does he honor the Gospels of Jesus, is he a servant leader, does he often use ridicule as a teaching method, does he demand tithes? The same types of questions I would ask anyone. She mentioned he required all members to have their cars washed on Saturday as there were to be no dirty cars in his parking lot. Silently, I hope he never moves to Oregon as I cannot imagine how he would manage the winters with snow, ice, and red pumice rock that is used on the roads in the winters.
 
Marsha listened to my questions and said she would pray about the questions. And I love that about her no judgments or condemnations just a deep faith focused on prayer and walking to the sound of the Holy Spirit’s voice.
 
October 7, 2016 – Friday – Following a traditional southern style home-cooked breakfast of grits, bacon and sausage, we patiently waited for two hours for the Comcast Repair person to complete their repairs which were promised to take less than thirty minutes. As they seemed truly incompetent, Marsha asked them to reschedule as she had planned for us to meet Liz for lunch.
 
We met Liz at Olive Garden, a lovely restaurant and I am delighted to see Liz, an H.G.R.M. intercessor again. The prayers of the faithful avail much. Marsha mentioned she thought Olive Garden was apropos since my first week in Tennessee was like an Olive Press. Still Laughing.
 
In the late afternoon, Norm grilled the steaks and pork chops on the outdoor bar-be-que while Marsha prepared everything else for dinner which was amazing. Southern cooking seems to be a common gift among the population of Tennessee. Everyone knows how to cook sumptuous meals. The evening closed early and I was grateful to be in the bedroom with the window open. Sometimes ministry is a sacrifice and this is one of those trips with many bumps in the road and many opportunities to stay present in HIS Presence.
 
October 8, 2016 – Saturday – Pastors Rob and Sue, also H.G.R.M. intercessors have offered their guest room for a week. Marsha has a small lap dog named Diamond and is aware of my lung challenges, so when Susan drove up and full-size standard poodle jumps out of the car, she cannot contain the laughter. She commented, “I think God likes to test you over and over and over again.” I just smiled. The luggage was placed in the back of the SUV immediately covered in dog hair. My personal preference in traveling would be to stay in hotels, however, God’s people do not usually live in hotels, and HE sends me to HIS people, usually in some form of ministry (often covert).
 
We drove to Hendersonville, Tennessee, Vintage 38 which is similar to a Fall Fest with diverse booths of handcrafted items for sale. Susan’s husband, Rob, and their daughter, Nicole, have a booth where they sell repurposed, refurbished and repainted Shabby Chic Furniture.
 
We arrived at Susan and Rob’s in Lafayette about 5:00 PM. Susan was exhausted, she took a two-hour nap after showing me to the guest room. The fall weather is beautiful so when I finished unpacking, I sat outside on the upstairs balcony for an hour just soaking in the extravagant view. They live outside of internet service and AT&T phone service so the week will be quieter than most.
 
October 9, 2016 – Sunday - I arose early for church at 3:12 AM to pray for the day and establish HIS presence in this territory where HE has sent me. I am uncertain as to whether my perception, perspective and/or spiritual lens has changed because the Spiritual warfare is beyond anything I have known. So perhaps I am just seeing more than I was given to see before.
 
The guest bathroom upstairs which has been offered to me is shared as an indoor kennel with their dog and the cat as their private sleeping quarters and the location of the cat box. For certain, Marsha is laughing.
 
On the way to church, Susan mentioned the service started at 11:30 AM, she previously told me 10:00 AM which is actually the pre-prayer service time and the information I posted on Facebook and sent to H.G.R.M. Intercessors in the area. So Wander, Alecia, Destiny, Julie and Kyle arrived at 10:00 AM and waited over an hour for us to arrive. Gratefully, Destiny and Julie prayed for an hour and how grateful I am for faithful intercessors. PTL! The church service was held in a hotel meeting room in Gallatin which was a change since the last time I was here when Pastor Rob and Sue were ministers at River of Life Church, in Lafayette. I noticed all of the Prophetic Worship Instruments I had made and given to the church were missing, when I asked, Susan said, “Oh we put all that stuff in the storage unit.”
 
Destiny sent this text following the service: We prayed the walls would come down in The Body of Christ, we declared/read Joshua 5:8 through Joshua Chapter 6. Acting in faith, we took off our shoes to symbolize holy ground and marched around the room singing Joshua’s song, giving glory to GOD. We prayerfully commented after reading scriptures that the church would not have idols or allow any cursed thing into the camp. We prayed the LORD would perform this as HE is LORD of the Breakthrough. “GOD did it!” 2 Samuel 5:20.
 
There was a season of prayer from 11:00 to 11:30 AM, then worship led by Pastor Rob and his granddaughter. It was extremely sweet in the Spirit. Pastor Rob and Susan invited me to minister as part of the America 2016 Prayer Journey, so this was a portion of the original schedule. PAPA God said, “No Notes”  again. For anyone who knows me I always research, write, organize my thoughts, pray, and prepare notes. Ministering extemporaneously does not come naturally to me. Another olive pressed on the perpetually moving olive press. The service was video recorded and released on Facebook entitled: “Prophetic Joy” which is a first for me in ministry. As I am not an on-stage-center-of-attention-entertainer type of personality, all I hoped for was my FATHER’s grace…extreme grace.
 
Susan describes herself as a Deliverance Minister in which I have extremely limited experience and education. Her training includes the Word of Faith Movement with Kenneth Hagin, Win Worley, Kenneth Copeland, and John Hagee influence. These names are not household names in Oregon as they are in Tennessee. Our perspectives are at opposite ends of the spectrum, neither right nor wrong, just vastly different. She goes into a place looking for a devil to expel and I in opposite form, go into a place shining the brightest light of YESHUA available and then watch all the demons flee from HIS LIFE CHANGING ALL POWERFUL LIGHT! I have never been a person who follows another pastor and/or ministry with the exception of YESHUA and his lifestyle ministry defined by the Gospels which means I live very differently and I am not the norm. I do not do “name dropping” or bring honor to any human above Jesus Christ, I simply do not have the means to do so.
 
Following the morning church service Susan decided to do a “deliverance session” on an unexpecting guest. I did not participate because I could not see the value of all the screaming and yelling at “the demon” she was hoping to expel. When Susan  asked later why I did not support her, I shared my perspective, which I am not sure she agreed with but at least the offense she took was lighter in measure.
 
I did witness one other “deliverance session” during a previous trip to Tennessee which was similar in form and nature and mistakenly asked the person I was traveling with if people in Tennessee thought demons were deaf, hence the reason for the yelling and screaming. My question was not appreciated…at all.
 
After the service, we shared an excellent meal at Carrabba’s ~ chicken with goat cheese and sundried tomatoes, garlic mashed potatoes, and salad. Followed by a stop at Baskin Robbins for ice cream…pure comfort food.
 
Susan mentioned she scheduled an H.G.R.M. ministry gathering pot-luck brunch for Tuesday and a second gathering for Wednesday evening. As so many ministry outreaches had been cancelled this was of great encouragement to me.
 
We arrived at their home in Lafayette about 7:30 PM and watched the 2nd American Presidential Debate. As I have been praying for Donald Trump since 2001, truly an assignment from YHVH, the debate provided helpful insights on how to focus my prayer strategies.
 
Pastor Rob and Sue’s home is a very spacious two-story Victorian style and the guest room is situated upstairs with a beautiful view and most comfortable 4-poster bed. As I drift off to sleep between prayers and praise, I hear PAPA GOD saying again, “ADJUST. ADAPT. BE FLEXIBLE AND LOVE INTENTIONALLY!” With HIS grace I am.
 
October 10, 2016 -  Monday – We drove into Lafayette McDonald’s for a drive-through breakfast sandwich as there is no phone or internet service at their home. Then we drove to Starbucks in Gallatin to provide a window of time for me to answer the most urgent emails and Facebook messages. For this I am grateful, as my schedule and location seem to be perpetually changing.
 
In the afternoon, we shopped at Boutiques in the Gallatin Square where Susan likes to shop. Susan is petite, slender, perhaps a size zero and very fashion conscious. She knows all the relevant styles of clothing for the current fall season and is most often dressed to a T with stylish accessories and heels. Adversely my entire outdated wardrobe fits into one suitcase and birth defects in my feet alleviated heels decades ago. Undoubtedly my lack of a new fall wardrobe insulted her acumen on appropriate appearance for someone in ministry. This is not offensive to me as others have suggested plastic surgery to improve my chances of success in ministry.
 
October 11, 2016 – Tuesday – Yom Kippur – This morning we prepared for the brunch gathering. All gathered around the dining room table. The meal was a typical southern potluck with an abundant and wonderful array of delicious offerings. After I shared for about forty-five minutes regarding H.G.R.M. there was a season of anointed prayer and I noticed angels descending inside the house during this brief window of time. The angels were displayed in varying frequencies, resonations and sound waves of amethyst, citron, sapphires, rubies, opals, sun stones, garnets, emeralds, pearls, silver  and gold. I remain encouraged and grateful to ABBA ADONAI for sending HIS messengers of light to bring healing, hope, help, alignment, balance, peace, joy, restoration, redemption, revival, renewal and recompense. A rare gift indeed.
 
After everyone departed Susan and I went for a brief walk and once again my post-op feet limited my adventures including a walk down the ½ mile driveway. So we opted to sit outside in rocking chairs on the southern-style wrap-around porch and enjoyed the beautiful fall weather. Susan mentioned that she had changed her mind about the Wednesday evening gathering for H.G.R.M. because she and Rob made other plans.
 
It was my hope while in this geographical part of the United States to take brief prayer journeys to the seven States surrounding Tennessee, yet Susan is not amicable to this hope. So I remain content to pray from a distance.
 
October 12, 2016 – Wednesday – Yom Kippur - When I awoke, I looked out the sliding glass door adjacent to the upper balcony and noticed a “wall of solid gold.” I said to PAPA GOD, “The trees could not turn from green to gold overnight.” Where I am staying, outside the window is a ridge covered with trees. It is autumn and the leaves are just beginning to turn color. I walked around the bed to take a closer look. The trees were still green like yesterday. In the Spirit realm, I could see a wall of endless gold. It extended until I could see it no more from right to left and up to the heavens. There were no dings, dents, imprints, lines or markings at all. It was like pure silk gold. I asked PAPA, “What is this?” HE said, “Pure spiritual, mental, physical, emotional and financial prosperity!” I noticed that it happened overnight. Prosperity means to be able to fulfill the call of God on one’s life with complete success in all realms. The meaning of Gold Light: Divine Nature of Jesus Christ, Glory, Sacred to God, Faith of the Saints, Refining Process, Rare, Arrival, Passing the Test, Incorruptible, Pure, Authority, Kingship, Royalty, Richness, Excellence, Healing, and Compassion ~ Malachi 3:3; Zechariah 13:9; Matthew 2:11; Acts 3:6; Hebrews 11.I pray this is a blessing to anyone reading this.
 
We went on a brief prayer journey today stopping by McDonald’s for breakfast. Then the car is taken through the local car wash each time we go to town, as the cost is $35.00 for one month of car washes. In Oregon it is $10 per wash or about $300.00 for the same service.
 
As we  drove to Red Boiling Springs, a city in Tennessee, originally known as Salt Lick Creek which is known for its five types of mineral water hot springs, with a population of 1200 along with the location of a “paranormal” hotel. Red Boling Springs also known as the home of the barefoot farmer is a tiny community, where Pastors Billy and Dot live. We stopped along the way providing an opportunity to pour out oil/water/salt/juice into a little stream trickling through the city. The next stop was “Island Loop” where I poured more of the oil/water/salt/juice onto the roadway. The final portion of our prayer journey was to the Payne Historical Sun Dial in the city of Hartsville, Macon County, Tennessee.
 
Then we stopped by Starbucks for about thirty minutes for me to answer more emails, in which I made a small dent in the lengthy list waiting. Susan is not fond of Starbucks so we went to one of her favorite dinner places – Chili’s where Rob met us about an hour later. I stepped outside and returned four phone calls as I am able to get phone service in this location. Susan sat inside in the air-conditioning texting, while we waited for Rob to join us. Following the very, very  spicy meal, we drove to Amber Leaf in Gallatin where Rob has a Shabby Chic furniture booth open house. During the drive, a radiant sunbow appeared in the heavens again, the second one this week. This is the kindness of YHVH hovering above. Along with being a pastor, worship leader, husband, father, grandfather, and musician Rob is also a prophetic craftsman renewing, reviving and restoring abandoned furniture into Shabby Chic. Their daughter, Nicole, has joined her father in the furniture restoration business and is very gifted and meticulous in her work. While they attended their booth and met with other local artisans I stepped outside and returned three more phone calls.
 
During our prayer journey today, I found five pennies, always a sign from the LORD, “One Sent by the LORD!” It is HIS confirmation to me that I am at the place of HIS choosing and the time of HIS choosing regardless of the external circumstances. Five is symbolic of Five-Fold Mercy Grace Hand of God upon my life ~ Ephesians 4:11…certainly a confirmation HE has sent me here…regardless of the more than obvious warfare.
 
10.13.2016 - Thursday – The morning held hours of prayer on the upstairs balcony adjacent to the guest room. When I went downstairs, Nicole, had arrived with her beautiful daughters Zoey and Raelynn. Zoey is spending the night with her grandparents. After Nicole and Raelynn left, I prepared scrambled eggs for a late breakfast. At this time in the week, I realize Susan does not cook or prepare meals. To give Zoey time with her grandparents, I returned to the guest room balcony upstairs for a time of reading, prayer and writing notes for the Journal of Joy.
 
Later in the afternoon, Susan decided I needed a new photo on my Facebook page, so she took photos with her Iphone and spent hours photo shopping them so I looked eighteen. She reiterated many times H.G.R.M. would be much more successful if I looked younger, that I would have more invitations to minister. The challenge being eventually when someone meets me, clearly I am not eighteen, nor do I wear a size zero, nor am I a fashionista and truly never have been. My complete identity is in being a daughter of the Most High God which has brought me the greatest joy I have ever known. The only perspective I have ever genuinely cared about is HIS alone. ~ Isaiah 43:1
 
When Rob returned from running errands in town, they decided to take Zoey to the local Winding Stairs Park in Lafayette for a walk and invited me to tag along. Although I joined them for a portion of the walk, the over five miles of trails with countless “winding stairs” were simply not available to me. The park is resoundingly beautiful with vibrant fall colors and the frequencies emitted by the brooks and streams tumbling over rocks is truly healing. Rob mentioned this park is one of his places to meet, talk, and walk with God. This is easy to understand as Tennessee has many parks considered to be sacred places of prayer.
 
In the evening, I prepared a simple meal of spaghetti for dinner followed by table games with Zoey, the treasure. She is a sweet girl who is devotedly and unconditionally loved by her grandparents.
 
Tomorrow holds a trip to Bowling Green House of Prayer in Bowling Green, Kentucky where I hope to see Dena, Sami and Wander all faithful H.G.R.M. intercessors once again.
 
October 14, 2016 – Friday – When I came downstairs in the morning, Rob was fixing pancakes and eggs for Zoey, and invited me to join them. This morning’s gift.
 
Graciously Rob and Sue dropped me by Starbucks to use the internet and return more phone calls as they planned to run a couple of errands which ended up being three hours instead of one. As H.G.R.M. has over two hundred intercessors at this time and I do not have a personal assistant their delay provided the time needed to answer emails and confirm upcoming ministry travel plans.
 
We shared a late lunch at Cracker Barrel after 2:00 PM then stopped in Gallatin, then back to their home in Lafayette to drop off Sue’s bicycle from her morning bike ride in the park with Zoey and to pick up Zoey’s things and take her home.
 
We arrived in Bowling Green, Kentucky about 6:30 PM for a Prayer and Worship Gathering at the Bowling Green House of Prayer. Gratefully, Rob drove as Susan is one of those who likes to text, talk on the phone, put on makeup, eat, and/or drink while she is driving most commonly with one knee so that her hands are free.
 
Rob and Sue really enjoyed the evening at Bowling Green House of Prayer. Sue said the Holy Spirit ministered to her. Rob said he loved it because he met Roger, the pastor, and they had a lot in common, so they talked for a couple of hours. These are among the things I love about YHVH, orchestrating times and seasons overflowing with blessings for HIS faithful servants.
 
Dena, Valerie, Sami, Kelly, and Wander were there from the 2009 Workshop seven years ago. It was an immense joy to see each one of them. Dena honored me greatly from the pulpit which she had never done before. After the first two music sets she asked me to pray for people. The invitation to pray for those in attendance was a gift. It is the first time since I began this journey the Holy Spirit was given complete freedom to heal, restore, redeem, renew, revive, and align as only HE can do. It provided the opportunity for me to pray over the H.G.R.M. intercessors as well as others in attendance. This is the kindness of YHVH. We arrived at their home around 1:00 AM, and I can easily see the journey took more time than they planned. My prayer is for YHVH to recompense their kindness in providing me a place to stay for the last seven nights and inviting me to tag along on their family outings.
 
Kathy, one of our H.G.R.M. sent me a link to a song called “Pioneer” by Rick Pino – which spoke deeply to my spirit. A gift during this difficult journey.
 
October 15, 2016 – Saturday – As the plans have changed again, I arose at 7:00 AM to do laundry as we are leaving for The Orchard at 9:00 AM which was delayed to 9:30 AM. It is Susan’s lifestyle to be at least thirty minutes late.
 
When she came downstairs she exclaimed, “Oh a miracle, my husband folded the clothes.” I did not have the heart to tell her that I did it. She was so delighted. In the last week, she has not done any housework or cooked one meal, and the one load of clothes that she put in the washer, I folded. She truly sees herself as a princess and purposes to live the princess lifestyle. This is a foreign concept to me, yet I can easily see the benefits.
 
On our way to pick up her granddaughters we stopped by the car wash, a daily event, then to McDonald’s for a breakfast sandwich. As we were eating she said, “I thought you ate a lot, but in truth, you eat half of what I eat.” I replied, “Yes you are fortunate to have a high metabolism which is the opposite of mine.” She is not the first to notice this, she will not be the last.
 
We went to a local Orchard providing hayrides, train rides, and animals including goats, turkeys, horses, cows, pigs, and more. There was a $10.00 admissions fee per person to walk around. Rob arrived later in the afternoon and took the children on a train ride so they could milk a mechanical cow. This I laughed over and they were surprised to learn that I spent some of my childhood on a farm and could actually milk a real cow.
 
We came home in time to prepare for the Sharon Stone event, however, Susan had the incorrect information, so they shared a meal and I went upstairs while they napped. Later in the evening, I came downstairs and Rob was asleep in his recliner and Susan asleep upstairs, so I turned the TV down to fourteen from seventy as Rob is hard of hearing and likes it loud. When Rob awoke he could hear the TV and had no idea I turned the volume down. I gave him the remote so he could see that PAPA GOD healed his hearing while he was sleeping. I love that about GOD, sometimes HE just shows up unexpectedly and does what HE wants for HIS Glory! This was an answer to my prayer that PAPA GOD would recompense their generosity, hospitality and kindness to me. Susan came down and asked why the TV was so low. It was really funny. Anyhow, YHVH came and showed HIMSELF strong on my behalf and I am beyond grateful.
 
October 16, 2016 – Sunday – Feast of Tabernacles Eve -  I arose, finished packing, put the room back exactly the way it was when I arrived, emptied the bathroom trash and waited downstairs for Rob and Sue. Rob being the gentleman he carried the luggage downstairs and put it in the car, the reverse action of when I arrived, for this I am grateful. Rob came down about 8:30 AM and we waited an hour for Susan. It will be another 10:00 AM prayer service missed. When she finally arrived downstairs she mentioned that she just could not make up her mind on which outfit to wear. The tension in the air was tangible. I thought to myself as I climbed into the back seat of the SUV,, “One disadvantage of a multi-closet wardrobe, is too many choices.”
 
Gratefully, we were finally on our way. They debated in length about McDonalds or Hardees for Breakfast. As I do not drink coffee and do not normally eat fast food I was not included in the discussion. So it was McDonalds for coffee for Rob, then Hardee’s for breakfast, then the car wash….which added forty-five minutes to the drive. We stopped by to pick up Rob’s musical equipment from the storage unit. Arriving at 11:00 AM again. Mercy Jesus.
 
Rob spent about ten minutes warming up on his guitar then began the service to an audience of twelve. During worship he mentioned God healing his hearing and for the first time he could hear his granddaughter sing with him during the worship set. A sweet gift indeed. PTL! They asked Wayne to bring the message, and then asked me to pray for everyone. This was a surprise as this opportunity was not available last Sunday. Sometimes in life, God provides a second open door to accomplish HIS purposes. I was grateful to pray for Jackie, Wayne, Brenda, Cody, Chris and Nicole. Always a joy to impart the anointing and prophetic blessings of YESHUA to HIS own.
 
We left Gallatin and headed for Murfreesboro, stopping at Carrabba’s again for lunch. We all ordered the same as last week. Another most excellent meal and a gentle close to a long week.
They dropped me off at Marsha’s about 3:30 PM. I sat outside on the deck enjoying the last of the fall weather as I know in less than two weeks I will be home in Oregon winter.
 
October 17, 2016 ~ Monday ~ Marsha is working today, so I spent the day at the laptop answering emails, editing the Prayer Shields Intercessor’s Lists, updating journal notes and so much more. Grateful to have functional internet and telephone service in Murfreesboro as the day held many phone calls. As the weather is agreeable the windows and doors are open for fresh air. A gift indeed.
 
Among the phone calls: Dena called to thank me again for praying for everyone at the Bowling Green House of Prayer event. She reported healings and deliverances through the anointing of YESHUA. I love good news. Then Lynda called informing me the ministry outreach in LaGrande, Oregon was postponed indefinitely. Four intercessors called with crisis’s: a house fire, two family situations, one ministry situation. And DeniseAnn sent an email postponing the Chester, South Carolina ministry outreach indefinitely. A day hemmed in prayer.
 
Marsha arrived home from work about 6:00 PM as she has a bit of a commute. We enjoyed a late dinner outside on the deck.
 
October 18, 2016 – Tuesday – Awoke at 4:00 AM – And released H.G.R.M. Prayer Shield as we are not with a group email service providing automated releases. Then I worked on on-line  ministry computer tasks that need completing.
 
Wander, an H.G.R.M intercessor and faithful prayer warrior came by 11:45 AM. We went to The Chop House in Murfreesboro for lunch then to Stones River US National Civil War Monument. It was my first time visiting this place. The land is still grieving. It was a bit challenging for Nevaeh, Wander’s 3-year-old adopted daughter, joined us for the day. Wander is an on-call nurse for Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville. It is always a joy to spend time with Wander and her resolute faith. She brought the rescued America Israel Prophetic Worship Glory Ring from 2003, that someone found in a thrift store.
 
Wander also has a prophetic seer anointing, so we generally see eye-to-eye in our understanding of times, seasons, place, peoples, and things. We discussed the differences in a person genuinely seeking the Glory of God and a person seeking their own glory, yet saying they are seeking the Glory of God. Asking ourselves the question: How would we recognize, see, know the difference between genuine and ingenuine. Clearly the ingenuine behavior patterns simply do not match with the truth, light, alignment, servant leader lifestyle, anointing and holiness of YESHUA.
 
Wander felt led to go to Wal-Mart for shopping, fuel and water. Tennessee is warm so most carry bottled water in their cars. As she knew Marsha and I were planning a road trip to North Carolina, she purchased a case of water and other road-trip supplies for our journey. Generosity is in her intrinsic nature. For this I give thanks. On the return trip to Marsha’s we did a drive through prayer journey through Murfreesboro. Wander will be coming by again tomorrow for us to spend some time together, this is a gift from PAPA GOD.
 
October 19, 2016 – Wednesday – Marsha left for work early as per usual. In the cool of the morning I watered the outside plants after preparing for the day.
 
Wander arrived about 10:00 AM and we went to “First Watch” for breakfast which serves organic meals. Clearly prophetic in this season. Wander brought gifts of a scarlet pear and cactus pear which I had never seen or eaten before. These are rare delicacies of petite fruit. Wander and I shared the cactus pear which is very seedy but sweet to the taste. Later,  Marsha and I shared the scarlet pear – sweet, sweet. May this season be sweetened by the goodness of YHVH. May HE plant seeds of faithfulness in our paths.
 
Following breakfast we stopped by UPS to mail a package, then to Publix Market to purchase Communion supplies of Challah bread, Kedem crackers and grape juice. On the way to Marsha’s, we stopped by Wander’s home in LaVergne. She gave me a Chanukah Menorah with candles which was a replacement gift, as I had given mine to another friend some years ago. I genuinely enjoy celebrating Chanukah and will cherish this gift.
 
Marsha arrived at 2:45 – we went to Smyrna for her doctor’s appointment. Returned about 5:30 PM, she prepared salad, mashed potatoes, and garlic toast, Norman BBQ again….must have dropped liquid smoke on meat….unbelievably salty.
 
I had such high hopes for the prayer journeys to 35-36 States this year, yet with all the closed doors during this trip to Tennessee I can see that it will be 22 States, for which I will remain grateful.
 
October 20, 2016 - Thursday – Marsha arrived home at 1:15 PM then we went to get the rental car for the road trip as we will need to accommodate luggage and her mother once we arrive in Cashiers. Marsha rented the car for 4 days for $17.00 a day. Complete favor of GOD, when I tried to rent a car it was $324.00 for 4 days. Truly the favor of YHVH over this trip. HE is faithful. We packed and prepared for the 4:00 AM departure tomorrow morning.
 
October 21, 2016 – Friday – I arose at 4:00 AM, while I was preparing to leave for our road trip from Murfreesboro, Tennessee to Cashiers, North Carolina the LORD spoke, “I AM TURNING THINGS OVER!” which was released to the H.G.R.M. Prayer Shield.
Dictionary meanings: 
  1. To turn/rotate oneself or something else so that it faces the opposite direction.
  2. To go/move or shift in the opposite direction.
  3. To give/transfer authority or ownership to another.
  4. To do business or earn a particular amount of money.
  5. To start an engine.
  6. To think/consider carefully about something.
  7. To use something for a different purpose.
  8. To replace or renew constituent parts.
  9. To turn over a new leaf.
Scripture meanings:
Strongs 1772 (verb) to turn
  1. (Qal)
    1. to turn toward or from or away
    2. to turn and do
    3. to turn, decline (of day)
    4. to turn toward, approach (of evening)
    5. to turn and look, look, look back or at or after or for
  2. (Piel) to turn away, put out of the way, make clear, clear away
  3. (Hiphil)
    1. to turn
    2. to make a turn, show signs of turning, turn back
  4. (Hophal) to be turned back
Scripture examples:
Genesis 24:63, Exodus 14:27, 32:15, Leviticus 19:4, 19:31, 26:9.
 
May ABBA ADONAI, YHVH GOD be gracious and turn things over for America, my native State Oregon, my territory of residence Central Oregon, H.G.R.M. and my family because of HIS unconditional love and relentless grace. May HE turn things over for you as well. For YESHUA’s eternal glory! Amen.
 
Shalom,
Minister Jennifer Joy
 
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On our journey we drove along “GO FORTH CREEK!” and “GOD’S GLORY LANE.” We drove south on 321. Going on a road trip with Marsha is like riding a roller coaster at a theme park…there is nothing to do but laugh. And laugh again. And again.
 
Signs along the way: Crossroads. Lion of Judah.
 
We left at 5:24 AM after stopping by Starbucks, then drove to Cashiers, North Carolina, a 263- mile 5-hour trip, where Marsha’s Mom lives. It was a bit overcast but a beautiful scenic country drive. Marsha is lighthearted, undemanding, kind and extremely easy to travel with. Her life scripture could easily be: So my soul shall rejoice in the Lord; It shall rejoice in His salvation. ~ Psalm 35:9, NASB. Her mom, Mary is synonymous with a bowl of sugar: sweet, sweet, sweet and very soft spoken. We went to town for chicken salad lunch at Wendy’s then shopping shop at two thrift stores which I am intentional about when I travel as a way to invest in the community.
 
Dinner was a simple fare of pastrami, tomato and cheese on sourdough rolls which we enjoyed while watching the movie, “Heaven is so Real” sitting in the living room of her Mom’s home built in 1953.
 
Morning was just around the corner as I was given “Grandma’s room” which remained untouched since Mary’s mother died 21 years ago. Sleep did not come easy on the 30-year-old mattress. Even so am looking forward to traveling through Cherokee, North Carolina tomorrow, a place I visited sixteen years ago. Coming full circle.
 
October 22, .2016 – Saturday – Marsha awakened me at 6:30 AM so I quickly prepared and packed for the day quickly. It was easy to see the deep love and trust between Marsha and her Mom and I knew Marsha would do anything to bring any simple joy to her Mom. Then plans changed when Mary asked Marsha if she could join us on this portion of our journey, which meant we left two hours later, with Marsha driving her Mom’s Camry, Mary in the passenger’s seat and I was tucked into the back seat. There were not any stops for photo shoots along the miles of mountain curvy roads, through Cheroke, North Carolina. Marsha needed to make a family stop near Sevierville, so eight hours later we arrived at our final destination in Gatlinburg. with an amazing amount of traffic as people were traveling in hordes to see the fall colors. We ate at Park Grille tonight. When traveling, I intentionally eat something native to the area such as sweet potatoes with coconut, pecans, brown sugar and butter and moonshine chicken. Very Tennessee.
 
October 23, 2016 – Sunday – Looking up at the robin’s egg blue sky were two white crosses which held my perspective captive while tears streamed down my cheeks. PAPA God made it evident in many ways HE ordained this journey to Tennessee, Kentucky and North Carolina yet I find myself unequipped and unprepared for perpetual changes, adjustments, adaptions, and costs which HE is requiring of me. HE has been faithful, yet intrinsically I know I will not walk this way again. Something has shifted and even though I cannot see the fullness of ever-changing horizon I am certain my faith is only in HIM as my Provider, Protector, Eternal Source, Spiritual Guide, and the ONE who has called me by name.
 
Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wants to come after Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow Me.  For whoever wants to save his life will lose it; but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.” ~ Matthew 16:24-25, NASB
 
We shared a late lunch at Cherokee Grill with the three eternal flames outside. Mary sat in the car while Marsha went shopping and then asked Marsha to take her home as she wanted to sleep in her own bed tonight. Mary has the beginning stages of dementia and I can easily see the concern on Marsha’s face, yet I know she will honor her Mom’s request no matter what. They left at 4:00 PM with plans for Marsha to spend the evening with her and return the next day. Mary truly needed time with her daughter, this I easily understood. In the next season of time, Marsha and Norm will sell their three-bedroom,  two-bath house and build a larger home to accommodate Mary moving in with them, where Marsha will be her care giver for five years while working a full-time job from home. Marsha is one of the strongest women I know, and her faith is beyond large.
 
In the evening, I dined at the hotel restaurant and then took a six-hour nap awaking to a magnificent windstorm about 1:00 AM. An absolutely wonderful slightly warm wind coming over the smokey mountain ridges. Incredibly beautiful under the expansive canopy of stars. Even though, I like Mary would like to change my schedule and sleep in my own bed tonight, however, PAPA GOD has asked me to finish HIS course which I know means more tests and every olive that I possess tossed into HIS perpetual olive press. There are those given a lovely four-ounce jar of olive for the olive press in their lives and then there are those like me who are given a hundred-pound vat of olives for the olive press in their lives. It is YHVH who chooses the number of olives and the type of olive press one experiences.
 
October 24, 2016 – Monday – Marsha arrived at 10:00 AM fresh, effervescent, energetic and bubbly as ever. We drove to Lebanon, Tennessee and stopping by the Cracker Barrell, a Tennessee icon. We arrived at Joyce’s around 1:00 PM and Marsha graciously carried the luggage upstairs. She had managed to carry the luggage any time I was with her, this was a gift. I thanked her profusely for adapting so graciously in accommodating my unusual circumstance during this ministry outreach to Tennessee. The afternoon held a much-needed nap as my immune system is stressed more than normal. Joyce had agreed to allow me to sleep here until I flew out on Thursday…three more days.
 
This evening was a Women’s Gathering at Love’s Way Church in Lebanon, Tennessee where Mary Ellen, Joyce, Robin, Carolyn and others that I knew participated. Mary Ellen introduced me to Pastor Johan and Elissa, an honor. As in most church gatherings in Tennessee there was worship, teaching, potluck and fellowship. In my spirit, I know that there are those I will not see again until I reach the gates of heaven, as PAPA GOD is going to take some of HIS own home.
 
October 25, 2016 – Tuesday – Leslie, a very anointed licensed massage therapist offered me a complimentary massage this morning as a parting gift which my physical being so needed. For this I give thanks. Joyce allowed me to use her car to drive to the appointment in Lebanon, just a couple of miles from Joyce’s home.
 
Wander arrived about 11:30 AM and my heart is happy to see her again. We went to Pantura’s for lunch, a local restaurant where Barbara Gibson and I shared lunch on previous visits to Tennessee. Sweet memories. Wander bought me a leather cattle whip as a replacement for the “Glory Whip” an authentic Oregon cattle ranch whip that was given to me years before, which someone borrowed over 15 years ago, and never returned. This whip is a smaller version of the original “Glory Whip” yet I know it is PAPA GOD’s purpose in restoration and redemption, the same movement in the Spirit as when she returned the discarded, then retrieved America Israel Prophetic Worship Glory Ring. Neveah is with Wander and she calls me, Aunt JennJenn, a purely delightful sound from a three-year-old.
 
After lunch, Wander said she felt the LORD wanted us to drive to Monteagle, approximately 1.5 hours from Lebanon and so we did. As only GOD could orchestrate it, Wander called Freedom left a message and then sent a text, however, at the time Freedom was working in the basement, with no phone service. During her break Freedom was answering an email to me as we were driving towards Monteagle and I happened to be answering emails as she was writing. Functioning internet – Wi-Fi is always a gift. So, I let her know we were on our way to Monteagle to pray and we met her at the cross. Teesha who also lives in Monteagle, joined us as we prayed, sounded the Shofars, poured out anointing oils over the surrounding valleys. I genuinely love these amazing, divine moments when God brings HIS own ones together for HIS Glory.
 
The four of us are similar in we have chosen to worship YHVH, to count the cost, to serve HIS people, to remain faithful, and to love HIS people no matter what. It is a common thread in our friendship even though our callings and anointings are different, we recognize YHVH’s hand upon each of us. I am pleased to call them friends and grateful they are a part of H.G.R.M. Intercessors.
 
A prophetic gift of staying in the boat with Jesus was given. We were at the Monteagle Cross for about fifteen minutes, taking photos, pouring anointing oil, releasing bubbles of joy and sounding the Shofar. A divine, sacred moment in time. A man stopped by and offered to take our photos. As Wander blew the shofar another Sunbow appeared in the heavens that remained until we reached Lebanon. HIS promises over us. Glory to YESHUA. that followed us all the way home. The eagle sculpture that was stolen from the City Park in Monteagle in 2005 was returned as a new sculpture on September 24, 2016. It was very prophetic for me to return at this time. Wander and I stopped by the new eagle sculpture and anointed it with oils.
 
In the evening, Joyce and Mary Ellen who refer to themselves as BFF’s (Best Friends Forever) and I shared a meal, then I retreated upstairs to answer a few emails and phone calls.
 
October 26,.2016 – Wednesday – Lisa stopped by around 11:00 AM and went to Wild Berry Restaurant, a first time visit for me. Although a brief luncheon squeezed into her day it was a joy to see her, even if so briefly. The afternoon held prayer, rest, and packing as I fly out tomorrow.
Joyce and I attended the Wednesday Evening Church service at Love’s Way. A little boy named Noah sat in the row behind us. Perhaps a prophetic omen.
 
October 27, 2016 – Thursday – JoAnn picked me up at 8:30 AM just as Joyce was just leaving,. JoAnn and I went to Cracker Barrel where we shared a meal, then went to her church to pray for a time, then she dropped me at Joyce’s at 11:30 AM. Francina arrived at about 12:15 P.M. providing shuttle service to Nashville airport. Interestingly while checking in at the airport, I was not allowed to use TSA Pre-Check, yet when I arrived home there was a note inside my suitcase stating they had searched my luggage. Gratefully the flights were on time and the luggage was not lost. The kindness of GOD.
 
On the flight home: “IT’S TIME TO MOVE FORWARD!”
 
My heart remains grateful for the faithful H.G.R.M. Prayer Shield Intercessors, for those giving generously for this American Prayer Journey 2016 ~ 22 States. It is all for the Glory of YESHUA!
Consider it all joy, my brothers and sisters, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
​~ James 1:2-4, NASB