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9 March, 2025

Yesterday I went to look at a possible home to rent for awhile, but it proved to be involved in some family drama, so I declined. 

I've been confessing my faith to receive a home from God that I've chosen, and to receive it from His hand completely debt free, and being able to cover every monthly need for it. I have found scripture to use, I got a rock from that yard and wrote it's street address and a drawing of a house with the words, 'point of contact' upon it. Everyday I place my hand on it confessing it's mine and calling forth the finances to cover every expense, along with a Cactus Connections business card it sits on on my desk, for the life and outstanding, miraculous growth of this support group.

In my head, it feels like a mountain and I struggle with moving it. In my heart I confess that my God will make a way for me, and He is the God of miracles Who loves to give gifts to His children.   He has shown me a vision of me standing in that beautiful kitchen and in the master bedroom, and when I saw these I KNEW I was living there. On Friday He showed me another vision and I was standing in the driveway under the awning, and I again KNEW I was living there. He continues to show me that my faith is covering my desires.

Not believing what goes through your head can be difficult, but NOT impossible. His word says He will not give us more than we can deal with. I know that I have enough faith for this and many more miracles, because He says I only need faith the size of a mustard seed.  I can accept that.

My God is making a way for me!

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