I love sirens. In May I took a ride in an ambulance at a speed of up to 90mph in a 50 zone, from a town in Essex to Queen’s Hospital in Romford. Every other time I’ve been in an ambulance I’ve been captive. This time I felt like part of the crew. I had called 999 as my elderly client’s hand had gone numb. The paramedics arrived in 8 minutes and her BP was 194.
After I left my assignment I had a break inbetween to fit in pampering appointments and play my first game of golf in the UK, with an ex-farmer from Zimbabwe who lost his farm during the land invasions.
And my ILR permit for the UK arrived so I could finally book my flight to Israel.
I am now in an assignment just outside Salisbury for a lady who lived in Israel for some of her youth, as her father was a Colonel in the British Army during the British Mandate after the Balfour Declaration.
It was from here that I went to my visa appointment at the Israeli Consulate in London. As I’m a Zimabawean. The official who did my security check remarked that few white people are from Zimbabwe. I proudly told him that my Great-Great granny was of Jewish heritage. Their surname was changed from Roth to Reid to hide their identity.
As a married woman she went to Botswana as a missionary, as well as my other Great-Great granny from Prussian nobility who went as a missionary wife to Matabeleland. And eventually their son and daughter married eachother. I told him too that the Queen of Sheba was from Zimbabwe.
I didn’t tell him that I’m madly in love with the greatest man alive who was born a Jew. And that He has asked me to go (Kiss Catchers post).
My visa came a week later. And now I have butterflies in my tummy.
It’s the anticipation. It reminds me of when I was in Std 1 at Riverside Primary School in Gweru and a popular boy from Std 5 asked me to kiss him on the field when it’s the break time. I had to put my hand on his open palms like it were the bible and promise I would. I must have sat through class anxious that the school bell would ring because I then chickened out on the field.
And now I’m tiptoe-ing to the field.
Not too long ago I was boldly chasing after Yeshua – swearing things like if He doesn’t come get me ‘I’ll buy a box of cigarettes and stick one between each finger and smoke them altogether’ – the worst threat I could come up with when I was in Victoria Falls (Arrest Jesus post).
And then in May last year after posting On The Hunt, I was sitting all alone on the patio at Wood Fire in Stockbridge, having a brandy and smoking a cigar, which fortunately I had just put out.
When He showed up.
I instantly recognised Him like I’ve always known Him. He looked like He had just stepped off the page of a men’s style magazine. His shoulder length hair flowing as he strided towards me. His eyes were wild and His smile told a story. I felt like a giddy school girl. But then He turned and pulled out a chair a few feet away at a table to the side of me. I was facing towards the road and I could feel He was watching me – knowing I’m too chicken to look at Him. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. You couldn’t possibly compare Him to anyone. He is God. And I know this because I was awestruck. It is His Glory. I could sense it. He is indescribable! Captivating! My heart was pounding. I was fighting so hard not to collapse. I know now that I couldn’t stand in His presence and not fall at His feet. My heart was on fire with burning love that I could hardly contain. And then after about a long minute, He calmly said ‘Go now’.
He had come to rescue me. Nothing is impossible for Him (Matthew 19 : 26)). I think I had got myself into big trouble ‘down the rabbit’s hole’ by breaking all the rules. But I didn’t know what the rules were. I was only told by one of the managers at Royal Livingstone that there are rules in the spirit world as I was being cheeky.
Hence all my arrests.
When I was at Royal Livingstone Hotel in Zambia in October 2017, I was sitting on the veranda eating breakfast. When a dark presence came from behind me – locking me down and making it difficult for me to keep my knife and fork steady to eat my egg and bacon. I pretended it wasn’t effecting me – clinging to my spirit to ward it off. I stood up after to turn and look the enemy straight in the eye, to let him know I mean war. And sitting there on his own is the bloke who ‘rules the top of the map’.
It’s not my fault I saw him. I didn’t even want to be there. I had no idea how I fell into that world in the first place – with no warning that it even existed. But my Abba Father sent me for a purpose. I guess his father sent him as well.
I was in that world for just over nine months. I think there is a time limit there which I way exceeded. I don’t know how it works – so I didn’t know how to get out. But anyhow I’m a highly trained professional something now – I’m not sure what. I wished I was a proper journalist and knew what my assignment was. And had a PA to help me be better organised. Then I would have had a full blown story. I am a brilliant actress though. And I’m so brave because that was so flipping scary sometimes. I wish it for no-one I like, except I don’t know who I like anymore. Maybe John Eldredge – and I’ll start my list from there because he really knows Yeshua.
Yeshua has asked me to go to Israel except I put a condition on it – that He must chase me this time. But now I’m worrying He will. Because I wrote ‘to play kiss catchers’ and those were my words not His and He is clearly reading my blog and might take me up on the offer. Since I was the one hunting Him and He caught me off guard at Wood Fire.
I’m just going to float on the sea – swim with dolphins – get pampered – explore – mind my own business.
And if He does arrive unannounced again – He has to take me with Him this time.
Else I will shoot Him.
With my camera.
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