I’m very pleased to present my guest blogger, Tamara Lee. I know you are going to be blessed!
Tamara Lee has cultivated hearing the voice of God for over 35 years. When she was recovering from brain tumor surgery, Jesus appeared to her and began speaking words of His intense, passionate love for her. At first she believed these messages were for her alone, then she realized that everyone everywhere needs to know that God passionately loves them.
Love Letters from the Heart of God is a collection of prophetic words from the heart of God to your heart. Receive these words and you will be transformed knowing that the Creator of the Universe is wildly in love with you forever.
Love Letters from the Heart of God is also available as an audiobook. The author reads the entire book with soothing keyboard accompaniment.
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DESPERATE FOR JESUS
Imagine Jesus speaking passionate words of love just for you. Allow the truth of His love to flow over you and become your reality. Here is your love letter from Jesus:
I am in love with you. I see all of you and I love you all. I love you totally and completely. You do not have to try to be anything because I love you. I am smitten by you. Even now when you feel unlovely – you are loveliness to Me. I see beyond the exterior – I see the heart.
You do not have to worry about Me ever falling out of love with you.
I AM in love with you forever.
I AM in love with you.
I AM love.
I AM the love you have always craved. I AM the craving deep in your soul to be loved and adored perfectly. I love perfectly because I AM perfection.
I AM the perfect lover, ever here for you, ever adoring you.
A brain tumor diagnosis drove me in desperation to Jesus. When my doctor said, “Your brain tumor is growing. You need surgery immediately,” I ran to Jesus. Where else could I go?
On my knees I pleaded with God to take the tumor away. Seeking an instantaneous miracle, I also attended every healing service in town. On two separate occasions, prophets called me out and prophesied that just prior to the surgery an MRI would reveal that the tumor had miraculously disappeared. I believed them. I needed to believe that what they said was true.
Moreover, I traveled to Bethel Church, Redding, CA, to the Healing Room. At Bethel they imparted love, hope, and they spoke this prophetic word, “You will be all right. God is with you.” Desperately I clung to that word, too.
On the morning of surgery, I was on automatic pilot. I bathed, dressed, and packed my bag with all I needed. At 6 AM my 87-year-old father drove me to the hospital in silence. Numb with fear, I drifted through the admittance procedures.
Prepared for surgery, I waited in the pre-op room where a chaplain came and read the 23rd Psalm and the Lord’s Prayer. Anne, my home group leader, arrived to hold my hand and recite Psalm 91. The neurosurgeon entered to explain the procedure and its risks: blood clots, brain swelling, loss of vision, impairment of language and motor skills, in addition to possible paralysis and death. I signed the release papers.
Nurses briskly wheeled me into the surgical suite. Wait! What happened to that last minute MRI to show the surgery is not necessary? Everything started to move quickly and seemed so surreal. Then all went black.
When I awakened in the recovery room in pain, I knew the two prophets had not told the truth. God had not performed the miracle they had prophesied. Through all the morphine, I knew this much: God had not done what I and others had pleaded with Him to do. Dear God, where are You?
I remember very little of my two days in ICU — nurses busy doing things, faces of loved ones appearing above me, pain in my head, hallucinations. Out of focus, my vision was blurry. I saw four of everything.
When my condition stabilized, my surgeon made the decision to transport me to the rehab floor that would be my home for one long month. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I fell and hit my head on the tile. Following my fall, railings were installed to keep me in bed and to prevent my falling again. If I even so much as put my leg over the edge, alarms signaled nurses to come running. I felt like a prisoner in my bed.
During my month-long stay there in rehab, twice a day I had physical therapy and speech therapy. The PTs helped me to walk and regain my strength. The speech therapist worked with me to improve my vision, language and cognitive skills.
Friends showered me with prayers, visits, flowers, and gifts. I never felt so loved and cared for in all my life. Five pastors came to pray over me. My CD player played worship music 24/7. All this time I kept crying out, “God, where are You?”
At night the visitors and day staff were gone and I was left alone in my room with pain so severe morphine could not stop it. I cried out to Jesus, “Help, Jesus! I need you, Jesus!” I would imagine Jesus standing next to my bed. I would reach out to touch His robe. That was the beginning of Jesus… Click To Tweet
Following a month in rehab, the surgeon released me to go home. After being closely attended to for such a long period of time, it was a shock to be alone and on my own. Even though therapists and friends continued to visit daily, I felt so lonely. My progress seemed slow and nearly hopeless. So now it was just Jesus and me. At night I would kneel and imagine that Jesus was sitting on the edge of my bed. I would bury my head in His lap and weep. Jesus stroked my hair and told me everything would be all right. He began speaking sweet words of love to me. Click To Tweet These words, more than anything else, helped me to heal.
I always wished that someone would write words of love in the sand for me, so this love letter especially grips my heart because of the imagery of “I love you” that Jesus writes in the sand just for me:
I have heard your cries from heaven. I have gazed upon you in your quiet times of worship and praise. I have seen you as you wait before Me. In the still and quiet you will hear My still small voice. I am teaching you to wait on Me and listen for the still, small voice. I AM not in the wind. I AM not in the fire. I AM the still, small voice that speaks to your heart.
I will write my messages on your heart. Like “I love you” that a lover writes in the sand, so I write My love for you:
I ♥ Y O U F O R E V E R
The sands of times shall not wash away My love, for My love is written on your heart. I write it out for you to see and know and experience and believe that I truly love you for all time forever.
Still I weep at the beauty of these messages that penetrate my being. Where was God? God was there all the… Click To Tweet God was present in the pastors who prayed, friends who visited, the neurosurgeon whose surgery saved my life, hospital staff who cared for me, worship music, the miracle of my complete healing, as well as in these love letters from God. God was also present in the true prophetic word I received at Bethel: “You will be all right. God is with you.”
Jesse and Kara Birkey
Don’t Forget! Register for FREE for the next VIM! Friday, 11/13 @ 9/8c, Richard Mull and Angie Naish join Kara and I on the panel. Richard will be signing on from Africa so that’s pretty stinkin cool.