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

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Once Upon a Time: A Test of Wills

Every year I seem to find myself in a new challenge; the challenge to accomplish a goal set by my Lord and savior. This challenge, this year, is a test of WILLS; Mine and my past.

I am a writer. I write blogs, books, Christian fiction, speechers, and sermonettes. I create responses in my head which push me pass the drama that surrounds my life. I am an ex-wife, a mother, a niece and a cousin; the past comes to Push me OFF THE COURSE.

Once upon a time is really  TODAY.

My will is to do it God’s way, hence HIS WILL NOT MINE, but at a weak point in my life I find the will of my past comes to turn that. My past is like the bully on the playground that doesn’t want you to do anything. For me the past shows up 4 times a week in my life like the bully on the playground.

The discovery of this means, I know it is challenge, but it is someting I’m prepared for; the very thing I know I can do is lean on God and not allow my past to keep me stagnated. As a writer, I will write and let the test of wills fail…..TODAY

My History

When I started this blog, it was because of my book of intimate poems ‘the lock on the door’; I never expected to share some of my Chrisitian fiction or insight for husbands and wives. I never thought I would come to this point in my life where I would have to site down and share my history. THIS HISTORY.

I wrote the poetry book while my husand and I were going through challenges and changes in our marriage. I wanted so mush to fall in love all over again to finish raising our kids, and have a happily every after. IT DIDNT HAPPEN.

I found out later that year he was cheating on me and wrote my testimony in ONE WEEK after that; I had allowed myself to be a victim and then decided NO LONGER.

Now that I am six years older, spiritually wiser, and a walking understatment, I have no time for the past. It is time for me to create new history.

I started writing this blog post because of a sinking feeling I was having; I know now that everything happens because of, and in, time.

My history is still being made, how about you?

Telling Your Story God’s Way

As a writer, I find I share what is deep in my spirit in my spoken word and Christian fiction. Some of what is released is a prophetic word; some of it is entertainment. What I’ve found, is, I’ve come a long way from when I was in the fourth grade in trouble for a bad reading grade.

That grade brought me to where I am right now; poetry, self-help books, and now Christian fiction. I had to read a book and write a book report for my mom. Hard for a fourth grader but it had to be done.

It was only, almost three years ago, I found I could write God’s way. I found I WILL WRITE GOD’S WAY. It was important to write as the Lord instilled in me to do, not just for me, but for others whom would read my books.

I want to share with you my recent blog on reading is fun-damental as I encouage you to tell your story God’s way. Never under estimate what the Lord has given you to speak and how it should be shared with others.

  1. Give time to God to in order to hear.
  2. Never ask someone else what they think; God told you!
  3. Make sure all grammer is correct.
  4. Stay within God’s timing.

 

 

If She Only Knew

Here is another part of the new book from ‘Mike’s’ perspective:

 

Sitting in his office, he allowed his mind to drift about her. He knew the visions were becoming more real, and more intense, in his life. Mike was afraid it was a trick of the enemy. Seeing this woman almost every night in every dream started to scare him, but somehow, someway, Mike felt like these visions and dreams would become a reality.

He blushed, thanking God he was alone, as he recalled waking up one morning with such intensity in his manhood he was almost ashamed.

“Almost.” He whispered to himself. His cell phone pulled him out of his day dreaming; it was his pastor. “Pastor Whitlow, how are you?”

“I’m good Michael; I was just checking on you because you crossed my mind this afternoon. Bishop said to give you a call.”

Straightening up in his chair Mike looked around the office as if he were being watched. He knew his pastor and her husband walked strongly in the prophetic. “Well, ma’am, I’m good.”

“Are you retiring this year, Mike?”

“I plan to.” He responded.

“Are you dating, Mike?” She asked slowly.

“Uhm, No ma’am.”

“Mike, I’ve had a vision of you with a woman; this woman was in the hospital.”

He cleared his throat and said, “I’m not sure whom that is, Pastor Whitlow.”

“Mike, tell me you haven’t had these same visions.”

He let the phone drop slightly from his ear as he pondered lying to her; he knew he couldn’t, but he, too, couldn’t explain this woman or even share what her name is.

“I’ve had the same visions, Pastor.” He responded reluctantly.

“She’s your wife, Mike.”

 

Dana Williamson

Writer, Author, Coach, Minister of the Gospel

Another Visit

Yes, I’m still creating this book I shared with you in the previous post, but it is full of the intimacy a Christian has and is full of the suspense of the unknown? Are you ready?

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she let the worries of the day play over in her mind. Before she opened her eyes an invigorating aroma filled her nose. Quickly, she realized it was a man cologne and her eyes flew open. There at the bottom of her stairs sat “Mike”; he just stared at her with chin resting on his folded hands.

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

“You know why; it’s all in the plan.”

“I don’t know the full extent of the plan. This isn’t fair you just show up!” She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s just not fair.” She said lowering her voice.

“It’s not about what is fair, but what is right.” She felt his breath in her ear as whispered his response. When she opened her eyes he was gone; another visit from her future king.

“God, not again!!!”

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. LLC dba B.A.D. BOOKS.

 

Vision of Mike

Below is portion of a story being created from the prophetic visions of Me: The author…

Take a step into my library while I write:

 

“I’ve watched you for years.”

“Years?” She said looking at him from her hospital bed.

“Yes.” He answered staring at her not blinking. His emotions were high but he had them in check that the look he gave her frightened and intrigued her.

“That’s kind of stalkerish.”  She said.

“Maybe, but I had to wait.” He responded leaning against the wall.

“Really, Mike?”

“Yes, really. I’m not sure why that is so hard for you to understand.”

She realized what he was saying; her spiritual discernment always told her someone was watching waiting and loving her from a distance but she wasn’t ready. Even now, in the hospital, she asks God why it had to be here.

“I just always thought I was wrong.”

“Wrong? You were never wrong; even about this.”

“What do we do now?”

“Only God knows.” He responded and faded away.

She blinked twice and realized she had been in a vision, having a full conversation with her future husband.

© B.A.D. Blessed, Anointed & Destined, LLC ™ dba B.A.D BOOKS

Leave a comment below if you are interested in more!

Dana Williamson

Writer/Coach

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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The Missing Files

Over the next few days, I will be sharing parts of a very short project that God dropped in my spirit last week. I’m calling it the missing files, because it is a series of conversations had with a couple that helped Damia Willis and Reed Lovell before they ever became husband and wife. (See books at B.A.D BOOKS)

Dave and Dianne are servants for the Lord called into action just as fast as Damia was catapulted into running a ministry in a different country.

In the Middle of the Night, by Dana Marie

“Dianna,” Dave turned on his stomach and reached over to Dianna’s hand holding her bible, “We will do all that God has said no matter what we must give up.”

Sighing, Dianna looked at her husband and said, “I know, but what about the kids? We’ll be leaving them and the grandchildren.”

“They can’t go and we can’t take them.” Getting up, Dave headed to the bathroom continuing with, “Our yes is our yes; not theirs.”

Dianna looked down at her Bible as the words started to blur; she knew Dave was right but her heart was breaking. She tried to continue reading but the tears started to flow. Dave paused at the door and looked at his wife. He, too, knew she was sad about having to leave the kids behind, but their yes was their yes. Getting back in bed he took the bible and pen from Dianna and pulled he close to him. Dave held her while she cried and eventually she fell asleep. Throughout the night he made a mental plan to get terminate the lease on their condo, sell their furniture and purchase an RV. The next thirty-days would be pivotal.

While this was going on, Damia Willis was having her own issues and setbacks.

“Peter, Where are you?” Damia asked. It was midnight her time as she called him she worried she may not reach him.

“I’m traveling, Agent Willis; what can I help you with?”

“I can’t handle this, Peter. I’m nervous, and Anthony….”

“Everything has changed Agent Willis for good reason. Your help is coming but you have to walk in the strength God has given you. Stop playing with your power.”

“Really, Peter? Every time I talk to you.” Damia said.

“Then stop talking to me, Agent.”

“Are you in Milwaukee??”

“NO, AGENT!!! Jeez, I’ll be back there soon.”

“Thanks, Peter.”

“You’re welcome, Damia; now get to work.”

 

This project is done and will be added to the next film in the Damia Willis, FBI franchise.

 

Dana M. Williamson