Our God Reigns/ Domnul Nostru Conduce

Our God Reigns/ Domnul Nostru Conduce

Isaiah 52:7,
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
God Bless,
Pamela and Dianna

The Power of God is Healing me up of Fibroid Tumors

 I believe I can now share this testimony about what the Father has done for me. About 8 years ago I had 17 fibroid tumors surgically removed. I knew I didn't have the faith for God to heal me at that time. On October 10, 2012,  I went to see the Gyno about them, the tumors grew back and this time there were two that had grown to the size of a b...abies head. The doctor told me he did not want to give me a hysterectomy; he then went on to say: I DON'T WANT TO TAKE OUT WHAT GOD PUT IN... I knew after he said that to me, I would not have another surgery. I wanted to believe God, I wanted to believe this gospel and nothing else.


I told a few people what was going on (and they agreed to join their faith with mine), and one of my friends said to me; Pam I believe we have the faith to believe God can shrink them back. ( God had Doyle and others praying for people for a while, and I could sense a change in my heart during that time, the power of God delivering me of spirits). Well that's exactly what has happen. They started shrinking back this year and now fast forward; about 2 weeks ago a strange colored discharge was starting to come out, I didn't realize that a few days before I saw the discharge; I told a friend that God is disolving these tumors. And that is exactly what is going on. Last week for about 5 days, I started bleeding dark blood and mixed with the blood were small pieces of matter. That went on from Monday till this past friday, of course the devil said to me: You're going to become aneimic! Of course I laughed at him! Major confirmation of the power of God disolving those things. Yesterday and today, there was more dark blood, I know that means dead tissue. Every morning when I wake up, the area near my lower abdomen is getting flatter and flatter. Now instead of the tumors being in the shape of two babies heads, there is now about a half inch section left.  I expect any second now for a complete healing, I give glory to God!

God Bless,
Pamela

Proclaiming the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ in Word, Song and Power romanian and english

Dumnezeu să te binecuvânteze,

Pamela, Dianna și Jacqueline

Please Join Us In Reading the Psalms

The psalms are full of the gospel the gospel is the power of God. Whatever you need, whatever situation you are in, the answer is in the psalms. If you need money for bills, if you need healing or you need the Lord to move on your behalf in a certain situation; pray these psalms. Tonight, we along with many others, will be praying the Psalms aloud for 1 hour between 7:00 - 10:00 pm. So feel free to join us. Pray as many as you can and watch God's power manifest in your life!

God Bless,
Pamela, Dianna and Jacqueline

1 Peter 5:6-11

1 Peter 5:6-11

Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time:

7] Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

8] Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:

9] Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.

10] But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, AFTER THAT YE HAVE SUFFERED A WHILE, make you PERFECT, STABLISTSH, STRENGTHEN, SETTLE YOU .

11] To him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.

Hallelujah Jesus Jesus Jesus ! !!!!!

God Bless,

Dianna

The Lord Is A Man Of War Instrumental

The Lord Is A Man Of War
Copyright 2014
Music production by Aaron Wolpin

God's Grace On My Family Part 2

God's Grace On My Family Part 2

 In the second part of this testimony I am keeping the same title that God gave to Pam, before I even had time to think of one. We are now entering the after war period. I remember when Paris was liberated in August 1944, I was not yet 5 years old. I had never seen Maman in such jubilation, she was saying over and over, "Paris est libere, Paris est libere"! "Paris is liberated, Paris is liberated"! All the bells of all the churches in Paris were ringing at the same time, and Maman opened a window. It was just a loud sound of elation.

No more Nazi flags floating on the top of buildings, no more German uniforms, no more loud boots. A new atmosphere was taking place you could sense the change. Oppression: gone.

Right after the war on a daily basis, everytime Maman, Francoise and I were in the streets of Paris, whether for grocery shopping or a sunday stroll, it was most common to see men whose faces were emaciated and whose bodies were so skinny that they looked like walking skeletons. They would wear striped pajamas, as to let the people know the kind of horrific world they had come back from. Maman would always say, "Oh that person came back"! With gratefulness in her voice.

This next paragraph is important to me, it is the initial reason why God had me post my testimony. I have to describe the change of the atmosphere in Paris. First the heavy and hostile environment (their whole attire and countenance) of Nazi's occupation and the open, carefree, warm, friendliness of the American liberation. It was a total metamorphosis in the streets of Paris, so tangible, a little girl of 4 almost 5 years of age could feel it, could touch it. Whenever Maman, Francoise and I went in the underground metro or walking in the streets sometimes, some young men in American uniforms with kind baby faces, beautiful smiles, would motion us to come to them. We would have Maman's permission to go walk toward them. They would then talk to us, asking us I guess, if we wanted some gum and candy, which I'd never tasted. No candy could be found or purchased in occupied France. What a joy it was. We both would smile big and say "Thank you very much", as Maman instructe us to do. Those short fleeting moments of "pure happiness", were repeated time after time. And this is the very thing that the Lord reminded me of. As I would walk away from those nice soldiers, I had in my heart an affection for them that even transcended the delicious taste of white Wrigley's gum and colorful Lifesavers. It is a feeling of love and gratitude that would never leave.

About 2 weeks before writing the first part of my testimony, the Lord revealed to me when he put his love in my heart for the Americans 70 years ago.

He used those young men and their white Wrigley's gum and Lifesavers toward me to open my heart. It was a deep revelation and I thank my Heavenly Father for it. As the Lord brouht up his love in my heart for the Americans, I think of all those young men who left behind parents and loved ones an exceptional nation, to come to save a people whom they did not know, thousand miles away from their homes and how brave, noble and selfless their endeavor was. Them who stood for freedom came to return ours.

America is my country, my loyalty is to her, I do not take it for granted. My parents and I arrived in Texas April 1963. I became an American citizen in 1982. I do not believe in dual nationality. Can you be loyal to two nations in case of conflict? It is impossible. The Lord brought us here, he wanted us to be American, amen.

After a while the friendly baby faces returned home or were sent to different American bases in France or Germany. Paris returned to normal. Ever since that time I longed for the Americans. One episode I feel that I have to share, is an encounter I had with a big black young man in an American uniform. In Europe, at that time you did not have supermarkets. You had bakeries, the butcher, the creamery for eggs, milk, cheese and other individula stores. You would go every day for the meal of the day. When Maman was inside one of those stores, I stepped outside next to the entrance in order to not block the customers, waiting for her. Suddenly that young man started force feeding me crackers or cookies, assuming that I must have been starving for the lack of abundance of food Paris had experienced. I do not recall being afraid, but I must have been startled, but no trauma, nothing bad or scary happened. Someone freed me from his friendly determined embrace. What a sweet man, concerned about starving kids. Yes Lord I remember him too and I thank you for him.

Those memories are precious, we live in a time where so much hatred is directed toward America, so many wish her demise. I'm so glad the Lord showed me his love he put in my heart for the American people. I'm angry at the enemies of America. I'm disgusted at the way she is treated, I'm outraged at her borders that cease to exist and at the audacity of the invaders who show no respect to the memories of those young men who gave their lives to keep her free.

When life went back to normal and I got used to having a Papa living with us (I was intimidated at first because he had a big voice.) Our main entertainment beside reading was to go every week, with Papa mainly, to see an American western. That was my escape from a mundane life. Here they were, I found them again, those beautiful people with those big friendly smiles. Good and brave all over agan, cavalcading in opened range. Most movies were taking place in Texas and made me want to live there, with a horse and freedom to enjoy. I learned to appreciate the way of life those "heroes" were living right before my eyes. They did good things, they were nice and kind, prayed occasionally which did not mean much to me, except made me think they must have been good. It might appear very insignificant to people, but this appeal toward the American people was running deep inside me. I loved the unassuming honesty and thoughtfulness. I wanted to live in the midst of it-uncomplicated and basic.

How precious is the Lord and faithful. First he put his love in my heart for the Americans then for Texas and then he brings me here for something I could not have ever dreamed of. Which was to sit under an apostle and prophet, Doyle Davidson and to hear and be taught how to walk in the glorious gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.

God Bless,
Jacqueline King

Foundation Series Faith towards God

Scott Parker
http://www.scottparkeronline.com/audio

Please Join Me In Reading the Psalms

The psalms are full of the gospel the gospel is the power of God. Whatever you need, whatever situation you are in, the answer is in the psalms. If you need money for bills, if you need healing or you need the Lord to move on your behalf in a certain situation; pray these psalms. Tonight, myself along with others, will be praying the Psalms aloud for 1 hour between 7:00 - 10:00 pm. So feel free to join us. Pray as many as you can and watch God's power manifest in your life!

God Bless,
Pamela

God's Grace On My Family by Jacqueline King

Sometime in the year 1939 Maman her brother-in-law and sister thought it would be wise to leave Paris and go to the family country home near Normandy, France.  At that time Maman was pregnant with me and she had my sister Francoise with her. My Papa was working for the police department in Paris as a detective/inspector at that time.

I was born on January 5th, 1940. When Maman was in the delivery room and I was about to be born, warning sirens started going off and doctors and nurses left to take cover as my Maman gave birth to me, all alone as bombs were falling around her and her new born. Later on the whole family returned to Paris as the war was in full motion.

Papa while working for the police department was also involved in working with the French underground. Helping the Jews to go to the free zone: Spain. There was no French government, everything was under the domination of the Nazis. From his position in the department he had access to the list of Jewish families and their addresses, where the Germans would, without warning, surprise them with a dreadful visit and order them to come with them taking only their most precious possessions. Papa would contact each of the families ahead of time, bringing them new identification papers and I believe sometimes take a small “scattered” group in order to not attract attention, to a specific spot at the train station.

The Germans kept going to emptied apartments and realized that someone on the inside were warning those families. A list of suspects was prepared and Jean Pierre Rouviere, ( his name is equivalent to John-Peter) had become one of the names getting the most attention. Papa had to leave Paris promptly in order to keep his anti-nazis activities and avoid being arrested and probably done away with for good.

I believe this is a good place to share how, on a Christmas Eve, Papa’s life was spared, only by the grace of God. A man in the underground network (the head of the network I think) approached Papa whose turn it was to take a little group of Jews to the train station that Christmas night. He said, “Jean, it’s Christmas, you have a family, I am by myself, why don’t you try to go spend a little time with them tonight? I will go instead of you tonight.” Papa very gratefully accepted. That night the Gestapo was going to finally get Papa, they were on their way to arrest him.  They arrested his friend instead, maybe still assuming they were getting the right man, I do not know. They interrogated him, beat him, tortured him, turned the dogs loose on him and he was torn. When they were done with him he was beyond recognition. That man never said anything to compromise the underground activities, he never revealed any name, never confessed any information regarding sabotage or other projects. He died a hero, giving his life for many, saving many lives by his heroic silence. Again the hand of God was on Papa that fatal night. It was God’s will and I am only grateful for the Lord’s faithfulness to His promise to Abraham. Those who curse you I will curse those, who bless you I will bless. From Paris Papa went to a region in the center of France called Les Cevennes to resume his underground activities.

 Throughout the years it was recounted to Francoise and I that purposely Papa would never let Maman know of his whereabouts, because he knew the Germans had ways of making people talk, he considered the cause of the Jewish people to be of utmost importance.  When I was around 2 or 3 years of age, the Germans came to pick up Maman, to take her to the headquarters, to be interrogated about Papa’s activities. I was with her, it was my first time in a car, which made me feel nauseated. Once arrived they took Maman in a room, there were glass windows between the room she went in and the one they kept me in. There were several men and a big table. They set me down and gave me paper and blue and red pencils, and I drew French flags the whole time. After a while they released Maman. God was with her that day and we went back home.  Another time some Germans as it was their custom came to the apartment accompanied by one or two Frenchmen looking to see if they would find any firearms. Each one went to different parts of the apartment, looking for any incriminating evidence of any involvement against Nazis Germany, or firearms. The French man came back from one of the rooms, saying to the Germans “there is nothing there, I checked.” He saw the rifles hanging inside the  fireplace and chose not to alert the Germans. Again God was with us.

The only memory I have of Papa during my first 4 years on the earth, is hearing a voice at night that I did not know, pulling me out of my sleep in Maman’s bed, in which the 3 of us Francoise, Maman in the middle and me slept together. I remember, several instances, opening my eyes for a minute and then go back to sleep. I learned later on that Papa would, unannounced drop by at night for a few minutes, which always made Maman nervous and apprehensive. Living in constant fear is a real torment. The reason the 3 of us slept in one bed was, in case of the bombs falling around, we would all be together. This is what Maman told us afterward when “happy days” were here again!!!

   Maman had to be strong and resilient, there were times we had nothing to eat. At the beginning of each month Maman would receive a food ration card. By the end of the month pieces of bread in hot water is all we had, I could barely swallow it, to Maman’s chagrin. I have always been amazed at the amount of detailed memories I have stored since I’ve lived through them when I was 2, 3, 4, and 5 years of age. But I did.

I remember the sight of the Nazis flag blanketing the top of all official buildings and monuments and the sight of German’s in their uniforms, and the deafening noise of the boots marching in the streets of Paris, singing their songs of victory they thought. I knew they were the cause of what was going on. I picked up the words from the adults, and the ever present feeling of fear and oppression. I remember doing my own personal war every time I saw a German uniform, with the most mean, angry, dark eyes directed towards them to show my disapproval.

Before Papa had to leave Paris, while working for the police department of Paris, one of his best friends and co-worker was an Arab: Monsieur Mimoun. I have to make mention of him. I remember him also. Very nice man. I still see his face, his eyes and his smile. After Papa left, Monsieur Mimoun would come to the apartment once a month and bring some money to Maman and he would say “Madame Rouviere, this is Jean’s pay, the department does not want to give him his full pay but only half.” It is only after the war that Maman learned the truth. Monsieur Mimoun was giving her half of his own pay. I thank the Lord for Monsieur Mimoun, a very kind, humble Arab who knew Papa was working against the Nazis’s and helping the Jews. I pray God’s mercy on Monsieur Mimoun. Throughout the war when Papa was away God always provided for us in astonishing ways.

The Lord brought us to the largest state of the union, where the truth of the Gospel has been written in our hearts by His Apostle and Prophet Doyle Davidson.

About 2 years prior going to heaven in 1972, Papa was born again, baptized in water and adamantly renounced  the Masons. The Lord lead him to repentance about the Masons. Francoise was living with Papa and Maman at that time, (I was living in Fort Worth, where I still am), and he asked Francoise to destroy everything, books, and whatever he had pertaining to this chapter of his life. Again God’s hand was on Papa and made him turn completely against the Masons. God knew when He would call Papa to Him and a measure of repentance by His goodness was given to Papa. I am certain. Again God’s grace for sure. He was focusing only on his new life with Jesus being the center of it. He had a stroke in 1970 and his peripheric vision was impaired, he could not see enough to read the bible so Maman and Francoise at his request would read it to him. I remember how determine he was to walking well again and was faithful to walking around the block on a daily basis. One note about Papa, he always hated the Catholic Church and firmly believed that there was absolutely no need for a pope.

In the continuation of this testimony I will share about when the Lord put love in my heart for the Americans and Texas and America.

God Bless.

Come Let Us Worship And Bow Down

Pamela Pantea, Dianna Rice and Jacqueline King

We Thy People and Sheep of Thy Pasture

Pamela Pantea, Dianna Rice and Jaqueline King

Please Join Me In Reading/Praying the Psalms Aloud

The psalms are full of the gospel the gospel is the power of God. Whatever you need, whatever situation you are in, the answer is in the psalms. If you need money for bills, if you need healing or you need the Lord to move on your behalf in a certain situation; pray these psalms. Tonight, myself along with others, will be praying the Psalms aloud for 1 hour between 7:00 - 10:00 pm. So feel free to join us. Pray as many as you can and watch God's power manifest in your life!

God Bless,
Pamela

Please Join Me In Reading/Praying the Psalms Aloud

The psalms are full of the gospel the gospel is the power of God. Whatever you need, whatever situation you are in, the answer is in the psalms. If you need money for bills, if you need healing or you need the Lord to move on your behalf in a certain situation; pray these psalms. Tonight, myself along with others, will be praying the Psalms aloud for 1 hour between 7:00 - 10:00 pm. So feel free to join us. Pray as many as you can and watch God's power manifest in your life!

God Bless,
Pamela

The Blood of Jesus July 5th 2015 Kathy Davidson

I highly recommend listening to this audio. It will change your life!

God Bless,
Pamela

We Thy People and Sheep of Thy Pasture/Dianna Rice, Jacqueline King and Pamela Pantea

Jesus Name Above All Names/Jacqueline King and Pamela

Please Join Me In Reading/Praying the Psalms Aloud

The psalms are full of the gospel the gospel is the power of God. Whatever you need, whatever situation you are in, the answer is in the psalms. If you need money for bills, if you need healing or you need the Lord to move on your behalf in a certain situation; pray these psalms. Tonight, myself along with others, will be praying the Psalms aloud for 1 hour between 7:00 - 10:00 pm. So feel free to join us. Pray as many as you can and watch God's power manifest in your life!

God Bless,
Pamela