We ought to respect Yahweh (and His children) by honoring God’s words. We can cherish Yahweh by reading, believing and applying His words to our daily lives. Respect conveys a feeling of deep admiration for Yahweh elicited by His abilities, qualities, and achievements. How few of us truly take the time to ponder and appreciate both God’s creation and the Holy Trinity.
For example, I remember as a youngster lying in bed one night on my back wondering in my mind’s eye about God. I searched for the Almighty beyond the ceiling and four walls of my bedroom one night. In my mind with my eyes shut I went searching for the Creator into the vast and black limitless universe passing innumerable stars in a never-ending ocean of darkness. I kept searching, exploring and watching the stars fly swiftly by for just more to reappear over and over again in the hopes of locating the Great Spirit. So this went on and on until my little mind determined I would not find Jehovah in such a manner. Thus, I trailed off to sleep never to run that type of experiment again.
Yahweh did in fact reveal Himself to me looking back as an adult, but as a child I did not recognize Him.
My grandmother at age seventy-seven suffered a second and final stroke that left her comatose in bed. I walked into my grandmother’s room and asked my mother if my grandma was dead. My mom said grandma was alive but sleeping. My mother got a small hand-held mirror to place under grandma’s nose. She pointed out the condensation or moisture on the glass on the mirror from each breath to reveal to me that my grandmother remains alive. My mother silently left the room, and I stayed behind with my grandmother watching over her at the foot of her bed. There I stood thinking about our times spent together.
Suddenly I heard my grandmother speaking to me initially responding to my question posed in my mind or a thought I pondered upon. Then, she asked me a question and I responded. This continued for a few minutes I would surmise–perhaps 5-10 minutes. The conversation went on and on in our heads through thought. We conversed about our experiences together and posed questions to each other to see if we recalled certain occurrences-smiling and chuckling at times. Finally, the discussion subsided naturally, and I said goodbye grandma. She said bye. The room became silent (no more dialogue flowing between us). I turned around and quietly left my grandmother’s room.
I stepped into a living room filled with people huddled together in a big circle. I felt trapped by adults shoulder to shoulder talking or praying in the middle of my home. I couldn’t leave the front door nor the back door unless I could somehow break through the grown-ups. So I stood still trying to figure out what to do. I could return to my grandmother’s bedroom or hang out in my parents’ room where I probably knew my father rested.
As I stood trying to decide what to do, I heard within seconds a voice immediately speak internally to me in a soft, slow and assertive way saying go back into your grandmother’s room. I responded, I just came out of there. The voice quickly spoke a second time in a louder and more powerful fashion to get my attention saying go back into your grandmother’s room! I responded saying that I don’t have anything to do in there. The voice without delay and surprisingly spoke a third time in an authoritative and urgent manner declaring, “Go back into your grandmother’s room!” I said okay walking swiftly into the room. I instantaneously screamed out loud “Grandma is dead!” as I got inside the room.
I heard my mother immediately shout back, Grandma is sleeping! She had recently checked on her five to ten minutes ago and she was in fact alive. I, however, shouted back even louder and more insistent: “Grandma is dead!”
Suddenly my mother rushed into the room, grabbed the same hand-held mirror, placed it to my grandma’s nose and discovered I was in fact right. She did not believe the mirror so she checked a second time. After looking at the hand mirror without condensation, she confirmed Grandma died. My mother sadly left the room to inform everyone.
My mind could not begin to contemplate what happened that day. I, however, never forgot the incident thinking over that day for the next fourteen years when recalling memories of my grandmother. I would recollect the supernatural events of that day that I could not explain away in any natural way. I literally communicated with my comatose grandmother via thought! I knew I did not imagine this! That was not even a question or doubt in my mind! Neither did I conjure up something or someone internally telling me to go back into my grandmother’s room.
As a science major with a bachelor’s degree, I am very analytical and practical. So what I experienced was in fact true though science cannot explain what happened to me.
My senior year at college my father dropped me off to school. On the way there he told me about his own history at the time his mother died (my grandmother Lilian). He did not want to see his mother starve and suffer before she died. Her brain hemorrhaged and the doctors sent her home to pass away not able to do anything further for her–no way to feed her at that time.
My father humbled himself, got on his knees at his bedside and begged the Lord to take his mother home if she would not come out the coma healthy and alive. He could not bare to watch his comatose mother suffer. He told God if she would not come out the coma to please take her home! My father said as soon as he finished praying (still on his knees), he heard the voice of an angel scream twice that his mother died. He said he raised both his hands looking up towards the sky in his room, and said thank you God!
I quickly interjected, “I screamed grandma is dead not an angel!” He surmised it was an angel because the answer came at exactly the point when he finished his prayer. God intercedes in our lives! I believe my grandmother departed this earth in peace in the presence of God. She left us all knowing God better due to her many prayers for her son (my father). The last time my grandma spoke to my dad before the stroke she said, “Son, I want you to know that my last prayer will be for you before I die.”
She told my mother that my Dad would preach God’s words when he got older. He is preaching! She knew. God I believe told her to ease her mind regarding her son (my father).
My grandmother loves God. God loves my grandmother.
When we respect Yahweh, God will respect our wishes. My grandmother prayed innumerable prayers for her son over the years wishing he would come to respect and honor the Lord with his life. My grandmother a faithful woman believed God would answer her endless prayers on behalf of her son in His time. The Lord heard that last prayer of a dying mother who knew her only child and son did not walk in a manner pleasing to God.
My father now preaches the word of Yahweh to family and friends–anyone willing to listen. My dad is a devout follower of Yeshua. You cannot separate him from Jehovah and His word. The Holy Spirit of God intervened in my father’s life because of the countless prayers of his mother for him.
As a matter of fact, this website arose from hearing my father preach Yahweh’s word. I wishing to share the love of Yeshua with those lost, deceived, hurting and alone led me to help direct God’s people back into the kingdom of the Almighty. We want to guide God’s people to know that the Creator who established everything we see around us is alive! We can discover more about our Maker in the pages of His word: the Bible! You do not need to search the universe for the Great Spirit although you can try. You can observe the Holy Spirit of Yahweh in your heart and within you. If you look for God there, you will become aware of the existence of God.
There is no limit to what God can and will do for you if you seek him with a humble and pure heart like a child trusting his or her parent every word.
I believe God through His Holy Spirit, quickened my grandmother and took her home. She is not dead; she lives! You and I can live too!
I felt the kingdom of God upon me that day. I heard the voice of God. I could do things that only happen within the kingdom of God–communicate with others via thoughts as well as with God’s Holy Spirit. I, also, recognize God’s presence better now when He speaks. For those who do not know Yahweh, I want you to recognize that you can come to know the Maker by following the manual written in His book to us: the Holy Bible.