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  A Christmas Moment with Yahweh   We sat in the Christmas Room in my new building that Father made for me in Heaven.   I saw green walls, a fire lit in the fireplace, a decorated Christmas tree, etc.   Holy Spirit sat to my left. Father in front of me. Jesus on my right.  Each on Their own chairs.   As we were chatting, I tossed a green and red plaid couch pillow at Father.  He said, “Here, this is better.”  He tossed me a balled-up pair of green and red socks.  [This is what my husband’s family does.]   As we tossed the sock ball back and forth, I asked what They did for Christmas.  Each mentioned in turn what They did:  They watch what people do on earth.  Holy Spirit helps us celebrate properly.  Father and Jesus join in the celebrations.   I flew up onto the top of the Christmas tree and said, “The room looks really nice from up here.”   Father said, “Come down from there.” ...

  FUN WITH JESUS – SKIING I rode piggyback style on Jesus’ back while He was on the skis.   (To ride piggyback is to be carried on the back of another person. Often, the person being carried is a child by an adult.) Jesus skied off a slope, did a 180 degree turn and a few flips all in midair like the skateboarders do. On the ground, He performed some fancy moves Like Ski Ballet. Turns and twirls and flips, figure skating and gymnastics type moves. Chatting as we went. Downhill = power to get to the truth

  FUN WITH JESUS – IGLOO   (For complete understanding, read to the end.) While getting ready for bed, I saw a Being at the 2 o’clock position by me. Right after asking, “Holy Spirit, what is this?” I felt a tap on my shoulder and a smiling Jesus running from me.   Just like a child would do who wanted to play. Me:   Oh, You want to play, do You? Jesus grabbed my hand and dragged me to a set of swings . (Later, while writing this down, Jesus said, “Fly! Fly with Me!!”) As we swung back and forth, our feet pushed the snow from our path and it built up in front of us. Jesus stopped swinging, got up and moved to the pile of snow.   As I watched, He stretched His arm over the snow and it became a wall.   The wall turned into an igloo . Jesus went inside, furnished the place, then came back out. He stood by the door and motioned for me to enter. The doorway was large enough that I didn’t have to crawl into it. All I saw was white wal...

  Fun with Jesus – Sledding   Sensed a snowball hitting my lower back. “Come on Up.” I did, thinking that we were going to have another snowball fight.   (See previous post.) We went sledding instead.   Going downhill was so fast, I barely knew it was happening. Me:   Could we do it again, but more slowly this time, so I can enjoy it? Jesus:   Exactly! I was in a custom-made sled for our comfort.    I wasn’t cold. Next time down, I saw my long hair flying straight out behind me. Me:   Does my hair get in Your way? Jesus: Never!    Notice how you stopped at the same place? Selah Me:   Yes…? Jesus:   Trust Me.   It is most important right now. Questions to ask Jesus: ·        Am I stopping You from taking me further? ·        How am I not trusting You? ·        Can we go sledding again? https://boo...

  Jesus: Let’s go build that snowman. [See Introduction.] Jesus blew on the snow to make it pack easier. Me: How big do we make it? Jesus: How big would you like? Me: I don’t know, what’s wisest? Jesus: Glad you asked. You’re learning. Me: [eye roll] It looks to me like it is going to take a lot of rolling. [feeling tired] Jesus: It does. Me: [sighing] Is there an easy way? Jesus: We could ask for angelic help. Me: Now that’s a great idea!! You ask and I’ll watch them do the grunt work. Jesus: See why I need you to be in the Season of Rest? Me: Yep. OR You could give me what I need to do this. Jesus: You like watching angels. Me: I do. Jesus: So we’ll compromise. We’ll ask angels to make the bottom piece. I’ll do the middle and you do the head. Me: Sounds good to me. By the way, why are snowmen in three pieces? Jesus: Because I made them that way. [I sat in a comfy, warm chair drinking a cup of hot chocolate that never seemed to run low, watching three angels ...