Voices: The Strong Woman

When you come here and read what I have shared in books and in life, there is a part of me left behind on these pages. Today is not different as I share another part of the current project Voices. Are you ready for the strong woman?

Five people were running toward her in the hall; she never moved. She didn’t flinch and she didn’t blink. Her best friend, her boyfriend and three of her colleagues were running towards her with looks on their faces she couldn’t read. Yet, she didn’t move.

“You must-”

“Come now-”

“It’s not good, babe-”

“It’s-”

They all spoke at once causing her head to spin. She put her head down and calmly said, “Kara, please tell me what’s happening.” As she slowly rose her head and looked into Kara’s eyes, she saw a sadness so deep it caused her heart to stop.

“Babe,” Stan, her boyfriend, started, “This is going to sound strange from me, but-”

“Please get on with it.”

“Your ex-husband was just admitted to the hospital. He’s had a heart attack.” Stan said now walking with her towards her office.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Ms. Childs we have moved your appointments to Mr. Bower and sent all calls to voice mail.” Her colleagues were shutting her computer down as she walked in and grabbing her belongings. Kara was behind Stan whispering under her breath.

“I’m not leaving.” She said putting her coat back and turning her computer back on, “It’s my ex-husband, not my now boy friend.” Who shouldn’t even be my boyfriend she thought to herself.

“It’s important to be there.” Stan stated.

“Yes, important to be there.” Kara said sarcastically.

“Kara, stop.” She responded leaning her head into her hands.

“He was a significant part of your life; you can’t just not go. Your kids, your other mother.” Stan was pacing the office, the colleagues left  shaking their heads.

David Bower stood in the doorway of her office and leaned on the door frame. Kara turned to him and he motioned for her to leave. He stepped into the office and whispered to Stan who shook his head and left the room closing the door behind him.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Yes you are.” David said walking towards the window in the office. “You’re going and I’ll take you; no I’ll send Kara. Do you want to know why? I’ll tell you why.”

“David…”

“Oh no, let me tell you why. I hated that guy; your husband. I hated him while you guys were married and I wanted to choke him a few times. Every time he came in this office, I wanted to choke him. And then today, your daughter called me. My girl called me and was very panicky. I don’t like panicky and THAT’S MY GIRL; she’s just like my daughter-”

“We know.” She said full of sarcasm but smiling.

“Nonetheless, she called me; I heard the grand-kids in the background screaming. She called me and I heard what she didn’t say. I hated the guy, but he’s not going to make it. I heard what she didn’t say. He’s not going to make it. The specifics don’t even matter right now, just that he’s dying; twenty-four hours or less, you ex is over.” Turning towards her, he started yelling when he continued, “YOU CANNOT BE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS TODAY. You just CAN’T. Someone else needs you today and tomorrow they will too; that means you better GO HELP  someone else. Go. Go now. HE’S ABOUT TO LOSE HIS LIFE!”

They were married for ten years and divorced for five helping the children and grand children. They took trips. They had parties. They made mad, passionate love. Every argument, every event, every smile and every memory started to flood in; she stood up.

The chair flew back into David catching him off guard causing him to wince in pain. Pacing was the answer for her; pacing until talking was the option.

“I was more excited about the divorce than he was. I was more excited about alone time with him than he was. I was more excited about him stopping by the office than he was. In our marriage, we only had 20% time together. But you know what David, I was strong through it all. I allowed him to treat me like garbage. LIKE GARBAGE, and you all want me” Her voice started to break and the tears started to burn in her eyes.

“Cam-”

“No, no, you’re right. I hated him, too. I hated him and then there is this, you all want me to go to him and say what?” She continued to pace as she thought about everything her marriage wasn’t, “What the HELL, am I supposed to say? and why?” The tears were flowing.

“Cameron…” David knew what was coming next. They had worked together for years, and he knew the emotions were going to overwhelm her.

“Oh my GOD. I can’t do this, David. HE’S ABOUT TO DIE.” Screaming now and falling to her knees, David caught her and sat on the floor with her while she cried. “He can’t die. We’re friends now. He won’t die. I’ll go pray. He can’t die, David.”

“You’ve been strong for him, for your kids, for us here at work; Cam, you’ve been strong and now, those you’ve been strong for are breaking down and need to be strong for you. Cameron, I’m being strong for you; on this floor right now. FOR YOU.” He stood up and pulled her to her feet and said, “Now get up and go to your family. To your friend the ex-husband.”

“David…”

“Kara, come take her.” David started to cry hugging Cameron, “Come take her now.” Kara ran in and grabbed her friend to take her to the hospital.

In the car, Kara felt the need to express her feelings in one full sentence. “Bestie, I’ll be strong for you this time.”

They both cried all the way to the hospital.

 

A Vision of Protection

I love you guys! All of you that come by read, like and share from this blog. I need your help. Tell me if the below start to my recent story line intrigues you. I am working on another project, but want your insight before I finish it.

She was running away from the commotion; trying to help all of the people near her. She turned and felt compelled to go back; to see what was really happening and what she was running from. 

At the end of the hallway, she noticed a man in a black suit with his back towards her. She started to tiptoe; slowly walking towards the man. He turned and smiled at her. In her spirit she heard do not come any further go and hide. At that point she noticed she was wearing a long white dress. She turned to get behind a marble banister. Looking back towards the man she heard in her spirit I’ll protect you. Other men grabbed her from behind the banister as the door the man in the black suit was standing in front of blew open and he disappeared.

Thank you for your time.

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Dana Williamson

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The Day You Wake Up: Own Your Story

I cooked a big meal, set up audio for my tribe, and recorded a ministry message on social media. Then I had company. As soon as they walked into the house I got tired. Every bit of energy was drained from me. I excused myself in order to take a nap, but it wasn’t necessary; once I got out of their presence I WASN’T drained any longer.

I woke up not knowing I would have to tell my own story every day in order to meet the needs of my roof; meaning I would have to share my experiences in order to get the point across. When I first wrote Damia Willis, I thought it was a different view of the Prophetic Patterns.

I was wrong. 

I wrote my story. God gave me words to write there ended up being my story. Everything I wrote and the experiences while I wrote was DIFFICULT to handle. I had to OWN MY STORY. Every prophet started to tell me what I already knew and I didn’t own it.

BUT I HAD NO MORE CHOICES; I HAD TO OWN IT. GOD SHOWED UP AND I HAD TO OWN MY STORY.

Damia Willis, FBI is me: DANA MARIE WILLIAMSON

and then, again..

This is part of books 9 and 10 of the Damia Willis, FBI series. There is never an ending to the story God creates.

 

“It’s not our problem.” 

“It’s always our problem; everything we do for God is our problem.” 

It’s not OUR problem, Reed; go and be with your wife-

“THIS IS ABOUT MY WIFE!!!! Your friend, Anthony. I guess  you forgot how you were called away almost 5 years ago. How we all have traveled across the world with money that just SHOWS UP, and now-“

Anthony stood up while pounding his fists on the table screaming back at Reed, “I KNOW!! SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND; YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND. DON’T YOU EVER FORGET I WILL KILL YOU ABOUT HER.” 

Peter calmly walked into his dining room. He looked at his friends screaming at each other, both holding back the tears and anger. Peter chose his words wisely, while praying.

“Friends,” Peter started. 

“Bullshit!” Anthony said turning to Peter, “Friends don’t lie to each other. We’ve been through sh-“

“Watch it, Anthony, you will not catch me slipping again.” Anthony sat back down at the table. Peter turned to Reed as he leaned on the door frame. “Reed-“

“Where is my wife, Peter?” 

Peter hesitated looking at Reed’s back avoiding Anthony’s glare.

“Peter.” Reed said in a normal tone without turning around. 

“She’s in London.” 

“On her own.” 

“On HER OWN??” Anthony screamed. 

“Who is this woman? Why did she go? What do we know? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” Reed said turning to Peter. 

“I’m still doing the research.”

“No, no-” Anthony started.

“No, Peter, that’s not true. You know something.” 

“Reed,” Peter shook his head and sat at the table, “I can’t even begin to explain this woman, my life, my service.” 

Reed sat down at the table and said, “Start with anything we don’t know, Peter; we have all the time in the world.” 

“We need Damia back.” Peter said. 

“Not in the middle of a lie we don’t.” Anythony stated. 

“Fine, but first of all, this is not our problem.” 

“BUT MY WIFE, is in LONDON, and she won’t TAKE MY CALLS.” Reed’s cell phone started ringing; looking at the caller ID it was Damia. “Babe? Where are you? What are you doing?” 

“I love you, Reed. I’m so sorry I left without saying  a word. I had to get here. I needed to help. I’m sorry you woke up and I wasn’t there.” 

“It’s okay.” Reed said looking at Anthony, “What’s wrong?” 

“Reed, tell Peter, he’s wrong. This is our problem. This is spiritual. I can’t do this alone.” 

“What is it?” Peter asked.

“She said you’re wrong.” 

“Is he there?” Damia asked, “Let me speak to him?” 

Reed handed the phone to Peter, “Yes, love?” 

“PETER!!!! My God, who is this WOMAN??? Peter, she’s dying.” 

Peter stood up abruptly knocking over his chair, ” What? What?” He motioned to the others to follow him. They got in the chauffer driven car, “Airport. Keep talking Damia, I’m putting you on speaker.” 

“She’s dying. I met her at the restaurant and as soon as she laid eyes on me she started clutching her chest. She’s had a major heart attack.” 

“OH my God.” Anthony said. 

“Yes, wait, what are you doing there, Anthony? No never mind. According to her boyfriend, this is the second heart attack in four monhts. The doctors are doing what they can, but she’s dying.” 

“Damia, get to my house, now. We’re getting on a plane.” 

“But what about Jemma?” Damia asked.

GET TO MY HOUSE NOW.” Peter screamed then ending the call.

Everything leads to Damia

The Missing Files: Part 2

Purchase Damia Willis, FBI Limited Edition here to read the first parts of the initial story. 

If Damia could have heard the conversations being had by the people and FOR THE PEOPLE being sent to help her, she would have felt differently about the calling on her life as things went forward. If she were aware of the tasks her future husband was being given she wouldn’t have worried.

Dianna fell to her knees on the side of the couch full of the spirit and still worshipping. Dave stopped walking around the table retrieved a pad of paper from the hall desk and started to write what the Lord gave him to do with their possessions in the house. Before he could finish writing his cell phone rang. Dave walked to the kitchen and looked at the caller ID, it was one of the pastors of the church they attended. Dave became worried because it was 3 a.m.

“Hello?” Dave answered.

“Elder Dave?” Pastor Michael Warner spoke when Dave answered, “I know it’s late, or early, but…”

“Not a problem, Pastor, what can I do for you?”

Dianna walked into the kitchen with Dave and whispered, “He’s going to give us something.”

“Elder, the Lord woke me up and told me to give you something I have no use for any longer.” Dave didn’t respond right away as he looked at his wife and shook his head, “Elder?”

“Yes, sir, I’m still here.”

Pastor Michael laughed and said, “You’re not shocked I’m calling.”

“No sir, I’m not.” Dave responded laughing as well.

“Tell your wife I said hello. Listen, I have this RV that-“

“I’m sorry what?” Dave studdered.

“I have an RV; you know a recreation vehicle for on the road travel. It isn’t much but, I’m not using it.”

Peter King to Reed Lovell 10/2016

“This is Chief Lovell.”

“Hello, Chief, it’s Peter King.”

“Mr. King,” The chief sighed, “How can I help you?”

“Chief, the Lord is calling you again and this time, lots of lives will change.”

“O-kay,” the chief responded sitting forward in his chair, “Are you returning here?”

“No, you’ll know when the messenger shows up, but, I do need you to reach out to a jeweler there and have a ring made. I will email you the specifics.”

“Ring?”

“Yes, sir. I must go; I’m in the middle of extensive traveling.”

“Alright, Mr. King.”

“And, Chief?”

“Yes, sir?”

“She’s fine.” Peter ended the call and got on the jet waiting for him.

 

This project is finished and being developed for those super-fans ready for WHAT IS NEXT for Damia Willis, FBI et al.

 

Dana Marie

Behind Closed Doors

When I start to write, I write tapping into the Holy Spirit; the good and the bad needing to be shared comes from whatever God gives me through His spirit. The problem with that is, some audiences don’t understand the responsibility of the prophetic scribe.

There were times, I didn’t understand my responsibility but right now, what I know is that behind closed doors there is a secret that must be kept until just the right time; the release can’t happen until God ordains it.

As a prophetic scribe that is also an author, I know the burden of said responsibility. I know the pain in trying to finish a piece you know should be done, yet are afraid of what that piece will actually mean to the body of Christ and the people watching them. I never claim to know it all or to be the only mouthpiece of God. I claim that I can see and I can hear. Whoever believes what they receive will obtain a prophets reward.

 

Behind Closed doors …begins today!

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Smart, SAVED, & Sexy: Where is Bae?

Proverbs 18:22 (NKJV) He who finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favor from the Lord.

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If you are single and have been for a long time, sometimes you wonder, where is BAE? I have come today to remind you, especially the ladies, STOP LOOKING FOR BAE. Bae isn’t going to show up if your eyes are focused on where instead of why. God intended for your HUSBAND, ladies, TO FIND YOU.

Men, husbands, stop being a player and realize you need to be in a position to see the wife God has for you. You need to be able to tell those girls, BAE is waiting and she’s got me already. BAE IS PRAYING for you …..oh my..I’M ABOUT TO PREACH IN HERE.

Ladies, STOP DATING THEM….BECAUSE GOD SHOWED YOU AND IS SENDING HIM.

Husbands, when someone else shows up and your heart is with BAE, you’ll be just like Author in Merlin.


 

The Expectations of Love

As I finish the books God has set forth for me to write, I look at each character and find my readers. In Damia there is myself, but in Reed there is my future husband. In book eight, the weight of being the head of the house, the bishop, and the leader gets to be too much for Reed; he tries to make the decision to run away or stay.

Below I will share the heart wrenching words that won’t be published until the fall, but I ask you this: What are you expectations of LOVE from your spouse? When you ask them to be on the same page what exactly does that mean? Is that just your page or their page? When do you create a story that shows you as one, not as two?

Throughout this blog we have talked about the LORD and what He desires for our lives as married people, but we are still lacking in understanding what love is. Here is Reed’s cry for help from two parts of book eight.

In his mind, he thought about quitting. Reed thought about going back to the beginning of his life when Damia left Milwaukee. Reed contemplated purchasing a ticket to the states and returning to Wisconsin a retired law enforcement officer with a home in the northern part of the state.

“I just ….” He started; he looked over at Damia filled with great emotion. He couldn’t hold back his tears. “I can’t do this.” Reed dropped his head in his right hand squeezing Damia’s hand with the other.

“Reed…” Damia said.

“Get up.” Anthony said to her, “Move over here by Sabrina.” Damia had to snatch her hand away to move from Reed; he wouldn’t let go.

Anthony and Peter sat next to Reed and started to pray. The women sat in silence praying in their heads as God took over the inside of the Jet.

The power of prayer in numbers helps those we love to keep them from getting lost.

“Help me, my love. Help me.” Reed fell to his knees started crying buckets of tears. “I’m so sorry. I need you, Damia. I need your help. I know I need God and I know he’s here, but I need you. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and the rapture would have come and you’re gone. That we’re both gone and I would have forgotten you. I would have forgotten all of what I’ve been doing for almost a year. I need you Damia! I’m scared this interview will cause you to be vulnerable and in all that we know God is around us that someone will hurt you and take you from me. I love you. There isn’t anything else I want to do without you Damia and there isn’t anything I want to ever do alone. I’m not that man. I’m not. I want to protect you for the rest of your life until I DIE FIRST. OH my God…”

Damia was on her knees holding her husband as he cried rocking him back and forth. “My God.”

 

What are your expectations of love?

1 Corinthians 13 (NKJV)

The Greatest Gift

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a]but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

 

King and Queen Chronicles: The Same Page

Forgiving it All

My husband used to tell me we need to be on the same page, but we weren’t even looking at the same life. (that’s another message)

Although we’re friends now, what happened in our marriage was a lack of understanding each other in order to be on the same page. Some of you may be saying oh that’s communication; no, its understanding each other. Understand that you may be total opposites, but love brings opposites together IF they understand that. Love is the glue in the middle of most misconceptions, miscommunication, and not being on the same page. If you don’t have true unconditional love, you can’t even fathom what you don’t understand.

So what do you do?

Well look at the picture above; you forgive yourself for not taking a moment to put your spouse first. You forgive even though it hurts. You turn the page, from the mess on this page, and you get a clean sheet and start over. Sit down and listen to your king or queen, and understand them. Listen with your whole heart, not your bottom line. In the end you will be on the same page of understanding, communication, and most of all LOVE!!

 

Dana Williamson

King and Queen Chronicles: Writing the Plan

I’ve been married before; I’m now divorced.

Where do I get off sharing and starting the King and Queen Chronicles? I know the answers to the problems because neither my husband and I came together to implement the plan.

Here’s the deal: 

As prayer warriors you intercede for each other, and whatever God has planned for you both. You must understand that in looking forward to the future, you have to write down any instructions, and make the plan plain!

Write out the plan.

You must be able to sit down and write the plan.

You must implement the plan within a 24/48 hour period. (this means getting ready to MAKE MOVES)

Decide which part of the plan will make the money immediately.

Never under estimate what you can do together because God is with you both together. God bless.

Dana Williamson