A Magical Moment and A Promise Worth Keeping

"Know that anytime we exercise our imagination lovingly on behalf of another, we're actually and literally mediating God to man. So we can sit quietly in the darkness and listen as though we heard the good report we want to hear." - Neville Goddard


Every day I set about looking for at least one magical moment and one of today's moments is truly special.

I was browsing the Freeneville website to see if the site's creator, Mr. Twenty Twenty, or Neville Goddard offered any insight on channeled teachings, many of which I’m beginning to suspect are loads of BS and not to be fully believed or relied upon. The only article he has posted on the subject is in response to a woman named Theresa who’s mother was suffering from dementia in a way that is/was similar to the experience of my parents. She had asked his insight on whether it was okay to imagine her mother being healed or if she should accept her sickness as some new age teachings suggest because it may be the path by which her mother has chosen to exit this life. Mr. Twenty responded by offering the Neville Goddard quote noted at the beginning of this post, adding that by taking the time to imagine her mother at peace she was giving both of them a gift.

I actually posted a response to the article in September 2013, sharing my own story as follows:

Thank you so much Theresa for sharing your situation with your mom. I had been going through something very similar with my mom (and dad) where she went from being the most pleasant, jovial, sweetest, generous, peaceful and strong woman I know to someone I hardly recognized. Similar to your experience, the words that would come out of her mouth sometimes were hateful and foul. She's complaining and paranoid and the doctors, friends, my siblings kept saying this is something we just have to accept and deal with.

I chose from the beginning, like you, not to accept this, but there were days when I thought I might cave. But, I can see in my mother’s eyes who she desires to be—peaceful, loving, calm, gentle, content, trusting—and I can see her looking for someone to help set her free. And there have been more moments recently where she is the person she wants to be.

Hearing your story and your belief “that it doesn’t have to be this way” and then reading Mr. Twenty Twenty’s response only strengthens my resolve that things don’t have to be the way the doctors say for “all things are possible.” I love the statement of Jesus you mentioned from the Greatest Story Ever Told movie. I think that pretty much sums up the attitude I want to have when I see sickness and lack around me.

Thank you Mr. Twenty Twenty for your teachings on Neville and your response to Theresa. You are helping so many people like us become the people we want to be by holding fast to our dreams for ourselves and those we love until they are fully realized.

My dad had only recently been "diagnosed" as having dementia when I posted the above. I may no longer be able to help him, although I gave it everything I could up until the very end. I clung to hope like a woman adrift in an ocean clings to a life preserver until the rescue ship comes. Even after I received initial word of his death, my inner being still chose to believe the words Jesus spoke at Lazarus’ tomb: “I am the resurrection and the life...” I will continue to believe for my mom: "He sent His word and healed them….”

I needed this magical moment today. So did my mom.

As for the movie quote referenced in my reply, according to Theresa there's a scene in which Jesus heals a blind man and then rebukes an observer for asking what if the man he just healed of blindness wanted to be blind: “the man lives in darkness and while I am on this earth he will see!”

My belief is that Jesus being fully aware of the power within him lived in such a state of perfect faith that sickness simply couldn't exist around him, nor could lack, in the same way that darkness can't exist in the place light is shone.

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"He sent His word and healed them, And delivered them from their destructions." - Psalm 107:20

"We possess the same Spirit, the same power, the same authority; we don't use it, but we possess it." - My dad, Leon Don King, said in remarks given during a Christmas service held in 2006

"God give unto me the grace to accept the things I cannot change. And grant unto me the power to change the things I cannot accept!" - Richard Bartlett, author of "Matrix Energetics"

The Father's Blessing

Home again, home again, jiggity jig... Sorry, I had to go there. I arrived home safely today—a blessing I suspect many take for granted when traveling whether a short or long distance. Having driven by two accidents on the way back, one that looked pretty serious, I said "Thank you, Lord!" as soon as I turned the corner into my building's parking lot.

Anyway, I wanted to share a truly special video that one of the ministers I follow on Twitter posted on yesterday with the promise that watching it would change your life. It's a little more than five minutes long, but extremely powerful. You'll find it especially uplifting if you're going through a difficult season of life or have ever felt at some moment unappreciated, unloved, unworthy, discouraged, disconnected or, as one of my dear friends would say, "like a hot mess." Even if you're feeling perfect and all together, watch it for an extra bit of encouragement. I've actually decided to make this part of my daily quiet time.

The Father's Blessing

Mustard Seed Faith

"... for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain
of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain,
Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove;
and nothing shall be impossible unto you." – Matthew 17:20

The thing I'm most grateful for today...visiting my parents. For convenience, we have their groceries delivered to their home; however, since neither of my parents is particularly keen about letting strangers into their home, my sister usually arranges to be there when the groceries arrive. Today, I was blessed to be able to do it.

When I arrived, my mother was curled up in a fetal position in bed and groaning about her ear. For just a moment, I started to become anxious. But then I remembered that God loves her and faith as a mustard seed in His love for her—and for me—is all that's needed for His grace to flow and bring healing. So, I took hold of my mother's hands and prayed with her. Nothing fancy—just a basic confession of our faith in God's Word, His power to heal and His abundant love for us. I even encouraged my mother to speak out of her faith instead of her fear. (You have to speak out because faith comes by hearing.) Slowly at first, then quite fervently she began to speak. After a few minutes, she sat up and started asking me her usual series of questions. And just a couple of hours later as I was preparing to leave, my mother was not only up, she had come downstairs to get herself something to eat. Of course, she went for the Hersheys first (because she knows, as do most women, that chocolate has medicinal benefits!).

It's amazing what God can do when we exercise just a little faith.