Thursday, November 29, 2007

Generational Gifts

Exodus 20:5

4-6 No carved gods of any size, shape, or form of anything whatever, whether of things that fly or walk or swim. Don't bow down to them and don't serve them because I am God, your God, and I'm a most jealous God, punishing the children for any sins their parents pass on to them to the third, and yes, even to the fourth generation of those who hate me. But I'm unswervingly loyal to the thousands who love me and keep my commandments.

This verse speaks of generational curses. But, I have been thinking, a lot, lately about generational gifts. My question has been, "Are our gifts handed down from generation to generation?" So, I started examining my own heritage to find out. It only seems logical that if there are generational cruses that there would be generational gifts.

I had an uncle, L.Z. who, I know, saw into the spirit realm. He had an incredibly close relationship with God. He would pace the floor, wringing his hands, praying. While praying, God would start to talk to him and he would respond out loud. This uncle was a righteous man. He was digging a well with his brother. They dug by hand. When they had finished for the day, the other uncle, climbed out of the hole, turned around to help my uncle L.Z. out of the hole. The well began to cave in. My uncle L.Z. stood there in the hole looking to the sky and smiling. They tried to dig him out, but, he died in that hole.

He saw God, in that moment of death. He knew God in such away, that death was welcomed. How remarkable this man of God was in life and in death. His gift of seeing and hearing carried him through.

My brother sees into the spirit realm. He does not talk much about it, but, he has shared a bit with me. He,certainly, sees demons. His childhood was riddled with aberrations. Terrifying as it must have been for him, he never told an adult for fear of the consequences. He knows a bit of the future, but, again keeps these things, mostly, to himself.

My children have gifts and suffer, at times, from attacks because of God's plan for them. They do hold the mark of God on them. My daughter dreams. These dreams, at times, become reality. She is not walking with God. I know, from my own experience, that when she does come to God, that these dreams will magnify.

I have three sons. The oldest has come back to God and is hearing Him like he never has before. It is his time to walk God's path. God has a hold of him in a new way and His gifts are growing. He sees into the spirit realm. Not, at will. But, at God's calling.

My middle son has met God, but, at this time is not worshipping Him. He glows in a "peculiar" way when he is walking with God and there is no stopping him. He, also, has seen into the spirit realm.

My youngest, also, knows God. I know that he reads this blog, so "Hello". He can see also and I know he has heard God. His vision is disrupted right now by his lack of worship, but, he will see more clearly in the future. He is a man of compassion.

So, I believe, I have made my case for generational gifts. The closer we walk with God the more intense these gifts. Those of you who are sensitives or empaths or prophets teach your children well. Gifts from God are for God. Teach your children and their children that these gifts are by the grace of God and to be used to His glory.


Anonymous said...

I cried when I read the last three sentences of this post.

Thank you, lady.

I know that you have previously written of the chances that you are willing to take, to do the right thing and it inspires me. I mean, I take chances too, but, I'm not where you are at.

I think that, "The warrior(s)(are) always children," in some manner. ( I realize that this sentence may not make sense - I just - when I read your writing, I *feel* a little girl, writing on lined paper, with her tongue sticking out as she searches for the right word/phrase - she's happy - dangling her short legs from a wooden chair - she MUST be you??

Here again, I so enjoy your blog. Who would have thunk that a BLOG could be such an excellent way to reach out to the World and give it love.

Man, I wish I could go to your church! You would be my heroin in REAL life - and NOT just here in Cyberspace.

Given55 said...

Daily Spirit,

You are so kind. This blog was started out of obedience to God. He told me that He did not give me extravagant experiences to keep them to myself. So this blog is blessed. It is truly a way for me to share God. Thank you again

Phelan said...

That and I told her to get her own blog so she would stop taking mine over. :P

My dreams have been less lately. And I think I may know why.

Given55 said...


do you want to share

Phelan said...

I suddenly feel like I should be stomping my foot, scream NO< MINEMINEMINE then running to my room slamming the door behind me. See what a childhood with younger brothers does to a girl?

The dreams I have alwys used as a guide reference (if you ill) as long as the dreams recame a reality, then I knew I was going in the direction that I should be. But the moment I realize that the dreams are staying dreams, I have chosen a path that was plain wrong. Now I need to get back to where I was b recording my dreams and making decisions based on the clues given to me.

Anonymous said...

Dear Phelan:

Well, I *certainly* hope that I am not out of line w/ this, but, if I understand you correctly, you are NOT on track in your life. Hmmm? And, why not? (You needn't TELL me.) What are you allowing to get in your way (literally) and is it worth it?

You are one of the very few people that I've come across w/ this pattern and now that the pattern is broken, it tells the tale, doesn't it?

And, isn't it great to have a Mother that understands such things. also looks like you have reached a point in your life where your symbols are about to change. YOUR LIFE is about to change. Buckle up, Dear One, you are in for a ride.

Phelan said...

Daily Spirit, apologies for taking so long to respond. It is nothing that would be considered "worth while" My dreams to not give me choices, like turn left here or right here. They show me what will happen if I stay on a certain path. The disruption in the dreams, as in the wrong choice, could have been as simple as eating eggs instead of oatmeal for breakfast. Yes, the dreams are that picky, something I have learned over the years. The dreams change when I choose wrong, stupid eggs, and show me a glimpse of a choice, oatmeal this time. If I can understand the simple, subtle, clues, the dreams become vivid again. I do not know if I am going the right direction until the dreams become reality. This can take a few days to a few years.

I hope that was understandable.