December 24, 1997 - Hand written in my bible. Thank You God for my high destiny and purpose to serve You. In the name of Jesus Christ, I ask Jesus to enter my open heart, mind and soul and fill me with Thy peace and bless me with patience, kindness and understanding. In the name of Jesus I ask to be forgiven for lying to myself and others and for all my thoughts and behaviors that were not of love of God. You know my heart, you know my weakness and my fears and
I want to thank You Jesus for not forsaking me for all my sins. Thank You for Your love and for all the gifts You have given me. Thank You for revealing my ministry, a supernatural empowerment to live out a particular role, a model of unique attributes, for my natural enthusiasm and leadership abilities to serve my Lord, Jesus Christ. God works through people, You my Lord have performed miracles through me (Fred, Mom, Hennie, Ben, Jason, Alex, Anthony)
that I water the seeds planted by others, through words inpired, given, spoken and written about the presence and purpose of God's love for all of us. I ask through Jesus Christ that I turn towards my calling to serve God and that I be protected and strengthened to win the battle for God's will here and now. I ask that all doubt and fear be removed and that the devil's attempts are met with solid belief in Jesus. AMEN
I have in my hands two boxes, which God gave me to hold. Abba Father said, 'Put all your sorrows in the black box, and all your joys in the gold.' I heeded my Father's words, and in the black box I placed all the agony of rejection, the pain of abandonment and the sadness of feeling alone. In the gold box I placed the glee of God, the joy of His promise, and my hope that God was real. 
With my simple act of obedience, by faith in the voice that bekoned me, I hoped to please the One who was speaking to me. I placed a lid on each box and lifted them up to move them into my room. When I picked up the sealed gold box, I noted that it bulged, that it was heavy to lift. When I picked up the black box it was light, so I shook it, but there was no rattle because it was empty. Curious, I opened the black box and to my surprise, a wide hole was pierced in the base of the box. All my sorrows had fallen out! Stunned I asked, Oh Father, why did you give me two boxes, and one with a hole? 'My child, the gold box is for you to fill with the your daily blessings, and the black box is for you to place all your burdens and then trust Me, and let go' ALONE NO MORE: CLICK Rosemary Fisher: Beating the Bottle
