I don't know where to begin. My story is long and I am writing a book about it just to get it off my chest but God spoke to me in 2012 and 2014 and it changed my life. When I forgave my mom for personal stuff in 2012 I heard an Audible male voice speak "now you understand my daughter." The voice was powerful and a light suddenly filled the room I was in. I fell to my knees so hard I bruised them. Long story short (there is a lot to tell) I was eventually able to have an entire conversation with God himself in 2012. I asked stuff like "why am I so depressed all the time?" "You forgot that I love you" was the response.
I asked about Jesus. "Jesus IS God" was the response.
I had another encounter in 2014. This one was quit bizarre and I hesitate to share all details but God gave me a vision in 2014 and he did show me that he was very angry at the Obama administration. God chose an Image that he presented himself to me as that made total sense to me at the time. Long story short I was given a vision of what I can only describe as what turned out to be the "plandemic". I had no idea what it meant at the time. It was all symbolic. But later on it made sense to me.
The reason I am sharing this is because if it wasn't for God then I don't believe the great awakening would have ever happened at all. So when I see people questioning why "God people" follow Q and Trump so enthusiastically, well that's my own personal reason. I feel extremley blessed to have had those experiences. Anyway God bless you all and God bless President Trump!
Thank you and I totally agree. God does have a sense of humor. When I mess up I say to Him “sorry God, but you made me this way.” I feel His joy with me.
When I hear lame Christian music I roll my eyes and say “good Lord!” He laughs. I tell him we need to jam to five finger death punch.
He gave us our emotions because they are His emotions too. We are His children.
I get angry with Him. I tell him I’m so fucking pissed off at you. When will this shit end?! I feel His compassion.
I had one experience in 2013. It was a lovely morning. I walked my long driveway to get my mail. After grabbing my mail I turned to walk back and I heard a firm soft loving voice saying “prepare for battle.” The hair rose on my neck, and I felt the day change. Within 2 weeks my life was in upheaval. Not a war but many battles. He’s here with us. With me. And still loves me when I ignore the shit out of Him.