Interviewing Jesus & The Wisdom Vault

#15 The End of The Book

2/27/2018

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Previously Chapter #14...

Chapter #14 Tools Of Responsibility

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“Then all at once, there was a flutterment and a scufflement and a loud "Squeak!" The other squirrels scuttered away into the bushes.
When they came back very cautiously, peeping round the tree--
there was Old Brown sitting on his door-step,
quite still, with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.
But Nutkin was in his waistcoat pocket!
This looks like the end of the story, but it isn't.”
― Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin

(small manifestation of encouragement: at the moment I moved to do the final proofread of this last chapter, a chickadee lands and rings my brass bell from Korea)

Tools I can prophetically act out and use: Practical "going through" applications for the "realms" OUR hearts travel. I went into the garage yesterday. We had used some para-cord to shore up our temporary roofing for our pergola. It was still laying on the bench aside everyday tools that never seemed to get put away. My spirit was searching for an idea: find something that looks like an old leather shoelace. I did not get any suggestions from my angels that I had this on hand at the house. The para-cord popped into mind. It will serve my purpose well. (Para-cord or 550 cord). Many uses: it's what ties the parachute to the parachuter. It makes sense that it would need to be very secure for jumping out of an airplane, release, catch the wind at a fast falling speed, withstanding the up snapping weight of skydivers and being reusable for many jumps.

RABBIT TRAIL: while rereading this encounter for the first time, two months later, I am in the spirit of final descent, writing the rest of the end of the book. How close I am to the “UN” being removed from “THE FINISHED BOOK.” It's Sunday morning, and I am sitting outside underneath our patio. There’s a bump in the pocket of my jean skirt where I happen to have a handkerchief. My son Justin, a cowboy, had let me choose a handkerchief, a couple of weeks ago, from his just received order. He had purchased several packets. The one I prefer is a plaid pattern with tiny crowns on it, the brand "Christian Aujard Paris." Go figure! It’s raining crowns, wouldn’t you say? Oh, how He tags and touches our hearts to deeper levels of believing. I took a picture of it sitting next to my computer with the book "project targets" in the background to post on the link to the website.)

A couple of hours ago my husband Don texted me. He asks: "Are you going downtown for National Day of Prayer? I answered his text. I was oblivious; of the date, I'm having my own national day of prayer here at home. I was not facetious! I screenshot it in my journal and shared it on the website. I haven't missed a National Day of Prayer for years, but this time I was sincerely oblivious; except that I got a special invitation from heaven. That is what I call a National Day of Prayer!