Wigglesworth’s Birth and Boyhood: The Salvation Army When I was sixteen years of age the Salvation Army opened up a work in Bradford. I delighted to be with these earnest Salvation Army people. It was laid very deeply upon me to fast and pray for the salvation of souls in those days, and every week we saw scores of sinners yielding their hearts to Christ. In the mill where I worked there was a godly man belonging to the Plymouth Brethren. He was a steam-fitter. I was given to him as a helper and he taught me how to do plumbing work. He talked to me about water baptism and its meaning. I can remember that he said to me: “If you will obey the Lord in this, you do not know what He may have for you.” I gladly obeyed the Word of the Lord to be buried with Him in baptism unto death and come forth from that symbolic watery grave to a newness of life in God. I was about seventeen at that time. It was this good man who taught me about the Second Coming of the Lord Jesus. Again and again when I had a sense that I had failed God, I would be troubled with the thought that the Lord would come and I would not be ready to meet Him. From time to time it was a relief to me to go to work and find this godly man there. Then I knew the Lord had not come in the night and left me behind. I continued with the Salvation Army because it seemed to me they had more power in their ministry than anybody else at that time. We used to have all nights of prayer. Many would be laid out under the power of the Spirit, sometimes for as long as twenty-four hours at a time. We called that the Baptism in the Spirit in those days. Those early Salvationists had great power and it was manifested in their testimony and in their lives. We would join together and claim in faith fifty or a hundred souls every week and know that we would get them. Alas, today many are not laying themselves out for soul-winning but for fleshly manifestations. I looked to the Lord, and He surely helped me in everything. When I was eighteen years of age, I went to a plumber to ask for employment. I cleaned up my shoes with an extra shine, put on a clean collar, and applied at the home of this man. He said, “No, I don’t need anyone.” I said, “Thank you, Sir. I am sorry.” The man let me walk down to his gate and then called me back, saying: “There’s something about you that is different. I just can’t let you go.” He sent me to do a job fitting a row of homes with water piping, which I finished in a week. The master was so amazed that he said, “It cannot possibly be done!” but he went and found the work perfect. He said he could not keep me employed at that speed. When I was twenty years of age, I moved to Liverpool, and the power of God was mightily upon me. I had a great desire to help the young people. Every week I used to gather around me scores of boys and girls, barefooted, ragged, and hungry. I earned good money, but I spent all of it on food for those children. They would congregate in the sheds in the docks, and what meetings we had! Hundreds of them were saved. A friend of mine and I devoted ourselves to visiting the hospitals and also the ships. God gave me a great heart for the poor. I used to work hard and spend all I had on the poor and have nothing for myself. I fasted all day every Sunday and prayed, and I never remember seeing less than fifty souls saved by the power of God in the meetings with the children, in the hospitals, on the ships, and in the Salvation Army. These were the days of great soul awakening. At the Salvation Army meetings the officer in charge would constantly ask me to speak. I cannot tell why he should ask me, for my speech was always broken, weeping before the people. I could not hold back the tears. I would have given a world to be able to speak in a more eloquent way; but like Jeremiah I was a man with a fountain of tears. But as I wept before the people, this often would lead to an altar call. I thank God for those days because the Lord kept me in a broken, contrite spirit. The memory of those Liverpool days is very precious to me. When I was about twenty-three years of age, I was led to go back to Bradford, and I was strongly led to open up a business for myself as a plumber and give my spare time to helping the Salvation Army. It was there I met the best girl in the world!

Guidelines for living. August 21st, 2026 Here’s The Only Way to Begin to Love This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 1 John 4:10-11 The greatest rivers in the world usually begin on the cold, frozen slopes of high mountains as the sun begins to melt snow and ice, and from the trickle of crystal-clear water a steam begins to flow and eventually a cascade of water plummets down the mountain. In the valley far below, the stream becomes a river, then a great river which we call the Nile, the Amazon, the Ganges, the Rhine, or whatever. By the time these massive bodies of water reach the ocean, they may be kilometers wide, and they are muddy and polluted. Now, apply that same concept to the biblical truth that God is love. John tells us this in the New Testament, and the farther we are from Him, seemingly the more polluted love becomes. By the time it has been filtered through human lust, what we call love is a far cry from the compelling love which caused God to send His Son long ago. Love is not a platitude, it is an action, an unconditional commitment to care, a decision of your heart. True, love is what the world needs. The words of a song popular a generation ago said it all: “The world is dying, dying for a little bit of love,” says one verse. If you’ve been following this series based on Paul’s great chapter on love, found in the New Testament in 1 Corinthians 13, you have focused on love’s characteristics, but any discussion of the subject would be incomplete without a few words of encouragement for you whose river of love has either evaporated in the desert of life, or else become so polluted you hardly know what the real thing is. When God touches your heart, your life will change. God takes up residence in your life, and the mud of sin is washed away. When pollution is eliminated, you start loving. This is the miracle of conversion. This is the answer to the lovelessness and the selfishness which destroys relationships. Joining a church, turning over a new leaf, going to confession, just “being religious,” is not the solution. A relationship with God through His son is the only way you will really begin to love. I will give you three simple guidelines that will help. Guideline #1: Acknowledge you need a relationship with God and confess that sin has stopped the flow of love in your life. It’s easy to point a finger and say, “Well, it was his fault; her fault.” The solution is saying, “God, I need you. Forgive me. Touch my life.” Guideline #2: Ask God’s forgiveness for your failure—not the other person’s—and ask Him to be Lord and Savior. Jesus gave us a promise. He said, “I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in and have fellowship with him, and he with me” (Revelation 3:20). That promise has your name on it, friend. Guideline #3: Begin loving in simple steps, one day at a time. When you fail and fall back into those old habits and a loveless way, quickly admit your wrong; ask God’s help to overcome it. Friend, you can talk about love until you have calluses on your vocal cords, but until you get back to the fountain and the source of love, who is God Himself, you’ll never lay hold of the real thing: the God kind of love that changes the world. So, go back to the source. It’s the only way to fill your cup and have enough left over for someone else in your life. Love is not a pious platitude. It’s the answer. Resource Reading: 1 John 4:1-21

The Trinity: One God, Three Persons—Not Three Gods If you’ve ever heard the word “Trinity” and thought, “That sounds confusing,” you’re not alone. Even adults who have read the Bible for years continue to study and marvel at this truth. The Trinity isn’t a puzzle that human minds can completely solve. Instead, it’s a truth God has revealed about Himself through Scripture. The first thing to understand is this: Christians do not believe in three gods. The Bible is very clear that there is only one God. “Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD.” — Deuteronomy 6:4 (KJV) From Genesis to Revelation, the Bible never teaches the worship of multiple gods. So where does the idea of the Trinity come from? It comes from reading the whole Bible, where we see that the Father is God, the Son (Jesus Christ) is God, and the Holy Spirit is God—yet there is still only one God. The Father is God This is the easiest part for most people to understand. Jesus often prayed to the Father and taught His followers to do the same. The Father is the Creator, the One who sent His Son into the world because of His great love. Jesus Christ is God Some people think Jesus was only a good teacher or prophet. But Jesus claimed far more than that. The Gospel of John begins by saying: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” — John 1:1 (KJV) A few verses later we read that the Word became flesh (John 1:14). That is Jesus Christ. Jesus forgave sins, accepted worship, performed miracles, conquered death, and Thomas declared to Him: “My Lord and my God.” — John 20:28 (KJV) Jesus did not correct him. The Holy Spirit is God The Holy Spirit is not simply a feeling or an invisible force. He teaches, comforts, guides, convicts people of sin, and empowers believers. The Holy Spirit speaks, loves, and acts personally throughout the New Testament. He is fully God. One Beautiful Picture Many people try to explain the Trinity using examples like water becoming ice, liquid, and steam—or the sun with its light and heat. While these examples may help in one small way, every comparison eventually falls short. God is greater than anything in creation. A better way to think about it is simply to accept what Scripture reveals: There is one divine Being—God. Within that one divine Being are three distinct Persons: * The Father * The Son * The Holy Spirit They are not three parts of God. They are not three separate gods. They are not one Person wearing three different masks. They are one God, eternally existing as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. We See the Trinity Together One of the clearest moments is Jesus’ baptism. Jesus is standing in the water. The Holy Spirit descends like a dove. The Father’s voice speaks from heaven: “This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:16–17) All three Persons are present at the same time. Why Does It Matter? Because the Trinity shows us something incredible about God. God has always been love. Before the world existed, the Father loved the Son, the Son loved the Father, and the Holy Spirit shared in that perfect fellowship. Love did not begin when people were created. Love has always existed in God Himself. That is why the Bible says: “God is love.” — 1 John 4:8 What Does This Mean for Us? The Trinity isn’t just a doctrine for theologians. It changes how we see God. When you pray, you pray to the Father. You come to Him because of Jesus Christ, who died and rose again for your sins. And the Holy Spirit helps you understand God’s Word, strengthens your faith, and walks with you every day. The entire work of salvation displays the unity of the Trinity: * The Father planned salvation. * The Son accomplished salvation on the Cross. * The Holy Spirit applies that salvation to our hearts. They are perfectly united in purpose, power, holiness, and love. A Mystery That Invites Worship The Trinity is not something we fully understand because God is infinitely greater than we are. If we could completely explain God, He would not be God. Some truths are meant to lead us not only to knowledge but also to worship. The more we learn about God, the more we realize how wonderful He is. The Trinity reminds us that our God is not distant or divided. He is one eternal God who has revealed Himself as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and through Jesus Christ He invites us into a relationship with Him. That is not confusing news. That is wonderful news. “Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” — Matthew 28:19 (KJV) ✝️📖❤️ #HolyTrinity #OneGod #FatherSonHolySpirit #Matthew2819 #BibleTruth #ChristianFaith #KnowGod #JesusChrist #HolySpirit #GodTheFather #ChristAlone #TheGospel #FaithInChrist #WalkWithJesus #KingdomFirst #TruthInLove #BibleStudy #ChristianYouth #GenZForJesus #GrowInFaith #StandOnScripture #SoundDoctrine #GodIsLove #Maranatha #SoliDeoGloria ✝️📖🕊️❤️🙏

THE “EXISTENTIAL THREAT” TO OUR PLANET: It’s not every day that one gets the opportunity to be up close and personal with an active volcano. On our recent 50th anniversary trip to Hawaii, Carol and I, along with our lifelong friends from Benton, Arkansas, Steve & Tammy Lambert, were excited to do just that. Kilauea has been in periodic eruption since late 2024, and was building up to its 47th eruption as we stood on the rim of the massive Halema’u crater. Even though we could see gas and steam rising from the north and south vents, we missed the iconic fountain eruption by less than 48 hours. The USGS Hawaiian Volcano Observatory is reporting that magma is currently being reinflated, building toward eruption #48 at any moment now. Kilauea is one of 50 volcanoes worldwide currently classified as in intermittent or continuous eruption, altogether spewing hundreds of cubic meters of lava per second. It is part of the larger Pacific “Ring of Fire,” which contains over 450 of the world’s active and dormant volcanoes. Because of intense tectonic plate collision and subduction in the region, it is a massive hotspot for geological activity and is responsible for about 90% of all earthquakes on our planet, including the 6.0 tremor that occurred a few miles south of where we were staying just days after leaving Kailua-Kona on the Big Island. In writing the third volume of my book series, “Dismantling Doctrines of Demons: Discovering the Deliverance,” I discuss the extent volcanic activity might have on climate change and global warming apart from fossil fuel emissions, especially as massive global geological events ramp up during the coming Tribulation Period on earth. The disobedience of Adam & Eve in the Garden didn’t just produce the curse on mankind; the “ground” was also cursed (Genesis 3:17), and Paul affirms, “creation was subjected to futility…in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its slavery to corruption…for we know the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now.” (Romans 8:19-22). The enormous heat from the earth’s core, the churning of magma in our planet’s mantle, pushing through the layers of crust, and the constant shifting of tectonic plates build massive amounts of pressure that eventually discharge in earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, sending heated, toxic gases miles into the stratosphere. Paul sees this process as similar to a woman in labor. The pangs of childbirth become more frequent, intense, and of longer duration as the birth of a child becomes imminent. As Scripture declares, eventually, this planetary labor will reach a climactic implosion that will annihilate Earth and the entire universe (the real “existential threat”), resulting in God creating “a new heaven and a new earth” (Revelation 21:1), which will be eternal. These Biblical thoughts passed through my mind as I stood on the rim of the Kilauea caldera. Processes are in motion that are Biblically determined. It will be the most horrific time for our planet and mankind as the trumpet, seal, and bowl judgments of the Tribulation are poured forth upon the unbelieving people of the world who reject God. Only a personal faith commitment of your life to Jesus Christ as Savior & Lord will keep you from this unprecedented time of future human history. You must be Rapture-ready! #spiritualwarfare #demonicspirits #satanicevil #spiritualforces #forcesofdarkness #evilpowers #principalities #powersofdarkness #demons #christlitbookaward #amazonbooks #spiritualarmor #armorofgod #christianliving #biblicalworldview #biblicalteaching #internationalimpactbookaward #audible #amazonkindleunlimited #KindleUnlimited #kindlebooks LEARN MORE: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B09WTHFQ8N

Continuation chapter 3 3.1 The book of Proverbs, that ancient collection of wisdom and one-liners, gives us the antidote: "A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back." (Proverbs 29:11). A fool gives full vent. He opens the valve and lets the emotional steam blast out in every direction, scorching everyone in the vicinity, and then he calls it "transparency." The wise man, on the other hand, holds it back—not to suppress it forever, but to examine it first. He looks at the cake and says, "Before I serve this to everyone and insist it's from God, let me check the ingredients. Was this anger baked with love, or was it fried in last week's resentment? Was this righteous fury, or am I just tired and hungry and someone looked at me funny?" The wise man puts a pause between the feeling and the action. The fool just hits "send" on the email he wrote while the emotion was still a fresh, steaming loaf of nonsense. ‎ ‎Now, the truly spectacular part of this whole theatrical production is that the illusions are not random. They have a specific purpose. They are designed—by you, for you—to protect your fragile ego from the unbearable truth that you might be wrong, or selfish, or in need of genuine change. The illusion is a bodyguard hired by your pride. It stands at the door of your consciousness and says, "No, you can't come in here with that nonsense about humility and repentance. This person is a victim! A hero! A misunderstood prophet!" And the emotion that the illusion generates is the bodyguard's paycheck. As long as you stay angry, the bodyguard stays employed. As long as you feel sorry for yourself, the bodyguard gets a bonus. As long as you're right and they're wrong, the bodyguard gets a corner office with a view. ‎ ‎So how do you fire the bodyguard? How do you shut down the bake-off and stop eating the emotional cake that's making you spiritually obese? You do the one thing the illusion absolutely cannot survive: you laugh at it. Not a bitter, cynical laugh. A genuine, delighted, "oh my goodness, I've done it again, I actually convinced myself that my indigestion was a prophetic word" kind of laugh. You step back from the emotion and say, "There goes my heart again, being deceitful above all things. What a rascal. What a brilliant little con artist. Look at it go, spinning that same old story about how I'm the victim and they're the villain. It's almost adorable, like a hamster trying to operate a forklift." And when you laugh, the illusion loses its power. It cannot thrive in the light of genuine, humble humor. It needs you to take it seriously. It needs you to believe the drama. The moment you chuckle, the whole set collapses, and you see the strings and the plywood and the guy in the back operating the smoke machine. ‎ ‎King David, who was no stranger to emotional chaos—the man once danced nearly naked in public and also wrote some of the most anguished poetry in history—had a habit of talking to his own soul. He would say, "Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God." (Psalm 42:5). Notice what he's doing. He's not taking his downcast soul on a road trip of despair. He's interrogating it. He's cross-examining the witness. "Why are you downcast? Give me a reason. Is it a good reason, or did you just eat bad spiritual pizza again?" He's refusing to let the emotion drive the bus without showing its license. And then he redirects the soul to hope in God. Not to hope in the resolution of the immediate problem, not to hope in being proven right, but to hope in the character of the Almighty. That's not suppression; that's redirection. That's saying to the emotional cake, "Thank you for your submission, but I'm on a diet of actual truth now." ‎

continuation chapter one 1.2 The way you feel about life reveals the view of life you are actually holding—not the one you think you should hold, not the one you recite on Sunday morning with your eyes closed and your hands slightly raised, but the real one, the operating system quietly running in the background. You cannot have a feeling without a corresponding idea, any more than you can have the crest of a wave without the trough. They arise mutually, inseparably, like a pair of twins who finish each other's sentences. ‎ ‎So you see, you cannot defeat the so-called evil inside you by attacking your emotions directly, as if they were the original enemy. That is like trying to calm rough water by flattening it with a hot iron. You'll only produce a great deal of steam, a terrible hissing sound, and the water will remain exactly as choppy as before, only now it's also slightly offended. The war is never with the feeling. The feeling is just the obedient butler, the loyal servant, who comes to the door and announces, "Sir, a message has arrived from the estate of your beliefs." The war is with what you know—or rather, what you think you know, which is a very different animal altogether. You don't have to wrestle the butler to the ground, tear the telegram from his hands, and set it on fire while screaming Bible verses. You have to question the master of the house who keeps sending such dreary telegrams in the first place. And the Master of the house you want is the Truth, who said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:31-32). Free. Not exhausted. Not on a performance improvement plan. Free. ‎ ‎Shift the falsehood in your understanding—replace that rickety old lie with a clearer, truer seeing—and the feeling will change all by itself, as effortlessly as water flows into a new vessel, taking its shape without a single complaint. The transformation is automatic, because you are not a machine that must be hammered into shape with the mallet of self-discipline. You are a process, a flowing, a living stream that bubbles up from whatever truth you are actually rooted in. So stop wrestling with the ghost, poor thing, and question the assumption that gave it breath. Stop exorcising the shadow and turn on the light. The light doesn't fight the darkness; it simply doesn't feed it. And when you see this, really see it, you won't need to strive to feel holy. You'll just be too busy laughing at the whole wonderful, preposterous setup to feel anything else. You’ll be the one at the burial, tears on your cheeks maybe, but a deep, unshakable chuckle in your spirit because you’ve seen the punchline: Christ is risen, the joke is on death, and you’ve been invited to the after-party. ‎

Why Name a Channel ‘Shattered Dreams Poetry’ Years ago, during a deeply healing period, where truth was being seen, accepted, and the ability to express it was being formulated, I began to write poetry when God told me to ‘Write It Out.’ It was a first. I was part of an online support group and had never told anyone much of what I’d lived. It was impossible. Abuse victims, whether a child or adult, are taught to ‘keep the secrets.’ It’s part of the abuse. Also, society tends to blame the victim and look down on them BECAUSE they ALLOWED themselves to be victimized. You Absolutely Don’t Want My Opinion On That! Victim shaming is real. I’ve experienced it. Many women—and not a few men—I know, have. I’m currently working on a video about that. But… I’m trying to be nice…. so, I keep getting stymied. Take that, as you will. I was blown away by the women in the support group that commented on the poetry. Over and over again, I heard, “That describes it exactly.” “Someone understands.” “How did you know?!” “I’ve never been able to say it in a way that people get it… but this is perfect.” “I showed that to ______ and they now get it.” And the final description that everyone agreed upon: “You say what we lived and couldn’t speak.” As the comments rolled in, people began to share what they never had. I took the information, and as it struck a cord, I’d write another piece. We led one another to ever deeper layers of healing. Then, it got better. Women began to ask me to write something specific for something they’d lived, and needed to share, but couldn’t. Some will never be able to be published openly, as they were rather… um… about intimate abuse…. Some became the best pieces. Like ‘Anger Has Been Banished.’ A friend asked, ‘Can you write something to help me get rid of the anger? It’s just consuming me. It’s not who I am. It’s like it now lives inside of me, and I can’t banish it. That piece will be put up soon. It too, struck a nerve in many. Maybe you won’t like it and will judge me harshly. I’m ok with that. I’m used to it. It helped me, her, and honestly THOUSANDS of hurting, angry women. There were 25,000 women on that site. Then, when I was asked to share it and many others, on yet another healing site, a lot of men. We discussed it. We shared. We were honest about what years of abuse had generated, that we’d buried. Or like me… took it out on the lawnmower. That was my escape. (You don’t get speeding tickets in your yard… but you CAN run over stuff… don’t ask me about that….) When you can’t speak it, it manifests in other ways. Abuse Generates Anger So, stop judging us for being angry. We’ve just been taught that it’s sin to admit it. Or that we’re just as bad as the abuser. One of the healing phrases I adopted was: “Anger is the EXACT RIGHT RESPONSE to abuse.” The north wind driveth away rain: so doth an angry countenance a backbiting tongue.” -Proverbs 25:23 “When Moses approached the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, his anger burned and he threw the tablets out of his hands, breaking them to pieces at the foot of the mountain.” – Exodus 32:19 “God is a righteous judge, a God who displays his wrath every day.” – Psalm 7:11 Better is open rebuke than hidden love.” – Proverbs 27:5 God never told us to not be angry. He said to not use it to sin. He said to deal with it before the sun goes down. But when that is impossible, years of anger are held inside. Did you know that simply speaking it, frees you? It’s like a drain valve. Or the lid that raises up on a steam pipe. Suppress it and the whole thing blows up. Release it in small quantities—in the right manner—and everything regulates. I wasn’t allowed to do that as child, no matter the level of abuse. Most of us weren’t. As a wife, and woman of the church, it wasn’t 'seemly.’ It was ‘disrespectful.’ I was told by a family member, concerning another family member, ‘That’s just how she is.’ No one had a problem that I was being abused. No one had an issue with the emotional, psychological, or physical damage. I still have scars. No one cared about the lies that damaged my reputation. They had a problem that I resisted it continuing to happen. As long as I kept taking it, the family dynamic remained intact. PLOT SPOILER: WHEN YOU START TO HEAL, THE FAMILY DYNAMIC CHANGES PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU HEAL ANYWAY Please don’t ask my opinion of that either. I’m not that timid woman anymore. Thank you, pastor Mike Spaulding! He was the first person in over 20 years of counseling who told me what truly helped: When abuse enters a relationship, it breaks the marriage covenant, just like adultery. You’re not only FREE, to leave. YOU SHOULD. A pastors’ wife told me her own story, that was so close to mine, it was astounding. She taught me that just because they’re ‘family,’ doesn’t mean you have to let them in the door, or deal with them at all. A novel concept for me, at the time. She had gone no contact with both her mother and a daughter. Her other daughter was simply lovely. Ok, back to ‘Gilded Sanctuary’: As each woman shared her story, we all joined in, to add our own, or just support the one finally brave enough to speak. Pain was articulated. Loss was revealed. Abuse of every type, done by people who should have been your personal protection detail, was revealed. Pain exploded, was examined, and healing materials shared. Book titles. Tips. Videos. What worked for one, hurt others. We learned to be careful, but honest in every way. And we began to shake off the humiliation. The cowering spirit. The fear. Even the anger. We learned we had value. And that no relationship is worth abuse. We learned to laugh at things that used to horrify us. You’d be horrified at the things we laugh about. The stuff you laugh and joke about isn’t funny to us either, so we understand. Most women’s ministry groups would not have approved of our conversations. One friend I met there, and I, stopped conversation in a pizza place in downtown Chicago once, by discussing our ‘current at the time’ reality. We’d forgotten what it sounded like to ‘normal’ people who hadn’t lived it. It’s still funny… but it wasn’t then. Most pastors would have to be asked to leave, if I counseled someone now. I don’t cut corners. I refuse to pretty it up, in any way. I learned that doesn’t help. I learned the hard way that people who can’t get it out, don’t survive. And just so you know… the ones I personally knew who committed suicide back then, didn’t do it IN the abuse. They did it after… when the people (especially the church) refused to see the true pain and damage. Who expected more than they were capable of doing. Healing isn’t linear. It isn’t pretty. It isn’t explainable. And it takes as long as it takes. That’s different for each person. Think poison trapped inside and being given syrup of Ipecac. That’s what needs to happen on an emotional/psychological level. Its ugly and rough. But effective, with support. Brutal without support. Poetry exploded, as I tried my best to document it all in a way that was acceptable and healing. Not all the pieces are about me. But it’s about someone who was hurting deeply. Really… I only started it. They belong to us all. And I’m not telling what belongs to who. We know. Mostly a composite. Emails came, with details too rough to be shared online. I wrote it in prose and sent it back. They told me what didn’t work, sent it again, and I rewrote it, until I got the call… ‘That’s it. Thank you.’ To be honest, I have a folder in my computer titled: ‘Not Fit to Print.’ … but they’re good… As other women joined, we took that combined healing and passed it down. Others were healed. It was beautiful. I want to do a video on Scars soon. Because many abuse victims are scarred in numerous ways. But where you see a SCAR. A FLAW. SOMETHING UGLY… I see a healed wound. Something that no longer bleeds. Something more beautiful than unscarred skin. I see survival. I see grit. Support. And a new life, that is more resilient than most people will ever understand. It’s funny. We were from America, England, Scotland, Australia, the Middle East, and I’m sure other places… but we were all the same. Narcissists are ‘cookie cutter’ abusers. We called it the ‘Narc Play Book.’ We were black, white, asian, hispanic, and all kinds of combos. One was an actress whose name you’d know. Many were people their neighbor doesn’t know. But…. we were the same in so many ways. During years of studying child abuse, spousal abuse, sibling abuse, workplace abuse, and many other forms… I learned something profound…. It’s freeing too, because the shame that abused people feel, and that the unabused people around attach to abused people, is relentless. You’ll love the piece about that. That one was for me… but they all related. What I learned was this: We all react the same. … no matter the type, length, or intensity of abuse… the damage is pretty much universal and goes deep. It’s simple really, and the answer will free you from shame. It’s a Natural Response to Unnatural Circumstances. So, throw off that ‘felon’s thong’ and just heal. Eventually, I was dubbed the poet laureate of the group and asked to publish them all. I asked another woman to contribute and went to work. I knew nothing about publishing, so it’s not formatted the way I’d like, but later I’ll correct that. It’s now used by a professor in her classroom. Client’s hours from where I live tell me their counselor has recommended it. That’s gratifying… and profoundly healing… to know God gave you a gift that helped so many already… and will continue to. To put it simply… this video is just the Blueprint for Healing and finally, becoming the woman. you’d be, if it hadn’t happened … or in my estimate…. A Whole Lot More God Works That Way ~ Rina Lynn ~ Freechick (…put that on my license plate back then… loved it…) Raising the Bar of Knowledge Healing Hurting People Spiritual Warfare https://youtu.be/UGKp76i1jMs

CHAPTER 19 OPEN THE DOOR, KEITH! Psalm 24:1 "The earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein." While in China, I have been able to travel throughout Asia and around the world. In 2015, we returned to the UK for the first time. We took a five-day trip around the country, starting in London and travelling up to the Scottish Highlands. We ended in Cambridge, where we met my cousin Elaine, her husband Clifford, and their children Claire and John. They warmly welcomed us and took us to Ely to see the beautiful cathedral. We had booked two nights at a Holiday Inn in Bradford to see my niece Victoria and her mother Carol, along with my nephew James. They agreed to meet us at the hotel and arrived on time. They all came up to our room, and then there was another knock at the door. Standing there, grinning like a Cheshire cat, was my brother Peter, who had travelled over especially to surprise me. That day we visited our birthplace and drove to Haworth, famous for the Brontë sisters. We also rode on the steam train made famous by The Railway Children. What an amazing day. It was Chinese New Year’s Eve, so Helen cooked authentic Chinese food for my family. The sceptics were completely won over by Helen. We then travelled to my hometown of Morecambe to stay with Brian and Sandra, who had helped me complete my visa application for China. They took us back to my home church, where we shared what was happening in China. We were also able to share the gospel on the streets of Lancaster, even meeting a university student who came from Nanjing. Over the next few years, we visited Helen’s relatives in Indonesia, where we saw Lake Toba, the second-largest lake in the world. We also travelled to the Philippines, where Helen and Ming swam with whale sharks and enjoyed delicious seafood, especially crabs. In 2017, we travelled to the USA and Canada. We visited iconic places such as Horseshoe Bend, Antelope Canyon, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Grand Canyon, and even the more chaotic side of life in Las Vegas. We then went to Canada, where we experienced the majesty of the Rocky Mountains, especially in Jasper and Banff. However, 2017 was also a painful year, as my beloved brother Peter died after a very short illness. It was a great blow to me, as we had shared many phone calls and Skype conversations. I know he died peacefully, knowing his younger brother was settled. DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT Having my brother come and visit me was a great joy. Losing him to cancer in 2017 was deeply painful. He passed away after a very short illness of two months, caused by a rare cancer that usually affects children. When he died, many people said they missed him and that a part of their lives was gone. For me, it was more than that. It felt like losing my right arm. We had the same blood running through our veins and came from the same parents. Although we were very different in many ways—especially in matters of faith, with me as an evangelical Christian and Peter as an atheist/humanist—we were still brothers. Some of the things we did together still make me smile. For example, when we were returning from Tadoussac, I put a CD into the car player. He said, “Let me do that,” and promptly inserted it into the wrong slot above the CD player, breaking it completely. Small things like that stay in the memory. He was a character. When his wife visited her parents in the UK, he once took his two children straight to the sweet aisle at the supermarket and then fed them baked beans on toast for seven days in a row! I miss him deeply. I used to tell him I loved him, and he would reply, “Yeah, me too.” Now I cannot say that to him anymore. The things that truly matter are love, hope, and faith—especially love. What would it have been like if God had concealed His love from us? But He did not. He revealed His love through the Cross. God did not remain silent; He expressed His love in Christ. Romans 5:7–8 "7 For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. 8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." Thank God, we are loved. The most important thing we must never stop doing is telling people we love them—because one day, we may not be able to. CHAPTER 20 JUST TESTING Ecclesiastes 3:1–2 "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted." Life was idyllic as we entered the third decade of the century, but danger was always lurking. In early 2020, we began hearing about a virus called COVID-19. We were used to seasonal flu-like illnesses in winter, but this was different. Before January ended, Helen was home all the time, and we had to be tested everywhere we went. Some mornings, as I ran errands and did chores, I was tested up to five times. I tested negative each time—there is a first time for everything! I remember going out one evening at 8 p.m. Normally the streets would be busy, but now there was an eerie silence—no cars, no people, no activity. Everything was closed. It felt surreal. Everywhere we went, we were tested. We were unable to travel freely for two to three years. Our entire complex was even placed under isolation for two weeks. We could not go in or out, although we were thankfully provided with food parcels every two days. We were grateful for that small mercy. Other places had even stricter regulations, so we were blessed in comparison. Still, tensions sometimes rose, as I witnessed at the gate of our complex. It was a difficult time for everyone. We did eventually contract COVID, though my case was mild. I remember walking near our flat when I suddenly felt hot and began to sneeze. Everyone wore masks, and some still do, but I never did. We also chose not to take the vaccine, trusting the Lord for protection. Everything moved online—school, teaching, church, and meetings all shifted to Zoom. It feels like a distant memory now. When restrictions finally lifted, it was a great relief to return to normal life. The previous year, in 2019, we also lost Helen’s beloved father, Baba. He had his stomach removed due to cancer and gradually became weaker until he passed away in August after a brave fight. One of my favourite memories of him was just before Christmas 2016. We went to eat beef dumplings in town. On the bus home, Bing Crosby’s Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas came on. We quietly sang together. That is how I remember him. He was one of the finest men I have ever met. One day, I will see him again, as he came to trust Christ as his Saviour and Lord later in life. It is never too late to trust Christ. DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT Everything seemed to be going well before 2020. We were even planning to return to the UK. But those plans were suddenly disrupted when COVID-19 arrived. It caught the whole world by surprise. It reminded us that life is fragile and uncertain. We make plans, but God remains in control. As James writes: James 4:13–15 "13 Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain: 14 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. 15 For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that." Life is short. We are only here for a brief time, and we have one life to live. What are you doing with yours? Helen and I are committed to loving and serving our Saviour. That is the best use of life. As Solomon concludes: Ecclesiastes 12:13 "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man." The offer of salvation is still open—but it will not remain open forever. Hebrews 2:3 "How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?" One day we will all stand before God. Hebrews 9:27 "It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:" Death is not the end. Christ has defeated death through His resurrection so that believers can say: 1 Corinthians 15:55–57 "55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 56 The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. 57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." Can you say these words? I know I can. https://totallylovedbygod67.cw.center/?utm_source=chatgpt.com

Three Angels Broadcasting Network Devotional. The Dog Race By Deborah Shaffer May 24th, 2026 “But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, that no flesh should glory in His presence.” 1 Corinthians 1:27–29 Every morning, before going to work, I challenged my dog Buddy to a race; and even though he didn’t understand why, he eagerly joined right in. To be declared the winner, we had to finish the whole course—without cheating by turning around too early—and beat the other home. Now by looking at us, you could well see that since he was more fit than I was, and since he had four legs and I only had two, he was much more likely to come out victorious. But the truth is that I won every time! Why? Because the race is always won by focus and endurance. I never went off on rabbit trails (literally), and neither did I get sidetracked as easily as he did. Another factor that pushed me on was that I knew time was short, since I had to get back and get ready for work. My goal was clear, and unlike Buddy, I knew my mission. The same is true in our Christian life. Someone once said, “God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called,” and how true that really is. When God calls us into His kingdom and we become His children, He sets out His plan for us to accomplish. We may think that it’s too hard—and it truly would be, in our own strength. But when we accept His salvation, He places the Holy Spirit in our lives, equipping us to accomplish His divine plan. Our goal has been set and we must continue on letting our light shine so that others can see Jesus in and through us. In order to win, we must stay focused on this truth. We must endure all the obstacles we meet and call upon the strength of the Holy Spirit to overcome. Are we running out of steam? We can’t give up—the race is worth the pain. Let’s stay focused on the call of Christ and endure to the end. We will be home before we know it, then—and only then—will we have permission to retire our worn-out running shoes.