Tiff for Christ Blog

 YOU ARE PRECIOUS TO ME, says the Lord, AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO DOUBT THAT YOU ARE ANY LESS THAN A PERFECT GEM IN MY SIGHT. STAY WITH ME WHILE I CONTINUE TO MOLD YOU INTO THE LIKENESS OF MY SON, JESUS. "Tell me more about who I am, Father God," I inquired. YOU ARE A LOVING, CARING WOMAN WITH BOLDNESS THAT IS ALL YOUR OWN. THE WORLD HAS A HARD TIME DIGESTING MY BOLD WORDS THROUGH YOU. I WILL CONTINUE TO WORK TO MAKE YOUR WORDS MORE DIGESTABLE TO THE WORLD. YOU ARE GOING TO STAND ON STAGES AND SING FOR ME WITH BOLDNESS. YOU ARE GOING TO DELIVER PEOPLE FROM THEIR CAPTIVITY OF SIN, FROM THEIR PAIN, FROM THEIR INFIRMITIES AND DISABILITIES. WHEN THEY HEAR YOU, MY SPIRIT WILL FALL ON THEM. YOU ARE GOING TO PROPHESY OVER THEM, YOU WILL CAUSE SIGNS AND WONDERS AND MIRACLES. MY SON IS COMING SOON FOR YOU, MY DAUGHTER, AND YOU WILL LEARN TO HEAR MY VOICE MORE CLEARLY. KEEP GOING WITH YOUR READING, PRAYING, AND WORSHPING. I WANT YOU TO CONTINUE TO REST IN ME WHILE I TRANSFORM YOU INT

I first learned about the existence of home churches in 2014 where people come together to worship, discuss readings from the Bible, eat food, and a time of the prophetic. I've longed to join such a place. Yesterday, I got invited to one, and it was amazing, and I got to meet new people. Before I go on, my readers, if you do know this, my body is afflicted with a genetic condition called Usher's Syndrome. It is a loss of hearing, sight, and balance. Therea re 3 types of Usher's Syndrome. The one I have leaves me profoundly deaf at birth, and a slowly degenerating vision loss due to retinitis pigmentosa.  There, a woman who lost her voice and others prayed for me. The woman saw in the Spirit the following: A CAMERA WITH THE LENSES BLOCKED BY A SHUTTER OF "GLASS CIRCLE BLACK COVER" — THIS BLOCKAGE IS THE SHUTTER-DEVIL SITTING BEHIND YOUR EYES.  YOU ARE STANDING AT THE WATERLINE LOOKING INTO THE REFLECTION OF YOURSELF. JESUS IS REBUKING THE DEVIL'S CASTLE THAT IS

 The other night, the LORD sent me a strange dream. It has not be interpreted yet, but I believe it will be. I was walking to the Natural History Museum with Mom and her husband Tommy. We climbed up a grand stairs to wait outside the door—for the museum was not yet open. Suddenly, I was pulling a carry-on suitcase. We waited next to a bronze pyamid filled with writings on them in all languages. I had the impression they were names of people from all around the world.  The doors then opened for us and we went inside. It is a quiet lobby with not very many people. I was paranoid about losing my suitcase and didn't want to park it somewhere. But then a woman who works there said it was fine to leave it in the middle of the lobby. Beyond the lobby was filling up with people. Then Mom and Tommy was no longer with me as I walked further into the rather small room, perhaps living room sized of an apartment. There were some Native Peoples there working to educate people about their culture