Sons of God's Generals: Unlocking the Power of Godly Inheritance by Joshua Frost Page B
Authors: Joshua Frost
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through her anointed husband, she thought! Then one day God got tired of waiting and flat out told her, “Look, I want to talk to you Myself!”
By the time baby number three arrived, Dad was done having kids. I imagine him praying to God, “Love the ones I have, thank You very much. But I’m fine. Really.”
“But Jim,” Mom said one day, “I had a dream about another baby, a baby girl named Rachel.” God always told my dad what was up. That was the deal. Either dad would have a dream, or an angel would fly in with a message. And so far, no dreams, no angels. In my dad’s mind, no babies were on the way!
Then one day my dad came home from his job at the church and found a sign I had taped to the front door. The sign proclaimed: “It’s blue!” Dad was about to discover that
blue
was the color of the positive sign on the pregnancy test Mom had taken that morning. “You can’t be pregnant,” my dad complained. “God didn’t tell me anything!”
“But
I
told you,” Mom replied calmly. These incidents marked gradual changes in my parents’ marriage. Slowly the two of them became more of a ministry
team.
Little did they know, however, that this was just the beginning of the change.
Strange Visitors
In 1992 on the Day of Atonement, my parents were sound asleep when a lightning bolt struck in our backyard and a blinding light burst into Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Suddenly a man stood at the end of my parents’ bed. And not just any man. This was an angel, and around him emanated a presence which my mom later described as “the terror of God.” Of course, my siblings and I somehow slept through all these fireworks!
What I do recall was having a mom for a few weeks who was in a bit of a permanent daze. The one “visit” had turned into a string of visits over nine weeks. Mom spared us kids most of the details but would simply tell us that an angel had visited her the night before. Later, I found out that God had revealed to both Mom and Dad that He wanted to visit my mother, alone. Not my dad, not the two of them together—just Mom.
It was a strange season, yet it seemed normal—mundane, even. Mom would get ready for bed early. As evening wore into night, I remember our dog would seem agitated and look up at some invisible
something
on the ceiling. Then the next morning, Mom would seem fine but a little distracted. What I didn’t know was that she was experiencing so much of God’s power that, after some encounters, Mom would check her own pulse because she didn’t know if she was still alive or not!
This all changed the Goll family at the most fundamental level. Dear, gentle, serene Michal Ann was undergoing a personality transplant! Gone were timidity and the fear of man. Suddenly present was a tremendous unspoken authority. It was like we got a new, upgraded mom. Both my parents wrote about the changes and challenges Mom’s transformation brought to their marriage. 2 Suddenly, Mom was not so quiet! And sometimes Dad missed the old Michal Ann. But they both agreed that what God was doing was good and that they would allow Him to re-form their relationship.
The Turning Point
Let’s return to the year 2000, the turning point when my dad promised that he would never again pressure me about the prophetic words from before my birth. It was like my faith muscle suddenly came alive again. In response to this freedom, I took a break from going to church with my family and started going to church with some friends in a completely different stream of Christianity. (Can I just say that, for most PKs, a season like this is a very good idea?) My faith was becoming my own for the first time.
This new freedom also enabled me to start learning from, dare I say it, my parents! It suddenly felt natural for my mom and me to form a friendship around reading the Bible together. Mom was no theologian like my dad, but she did teach me to
experience
the Bible. She said, “Don’t worry about how many pages you
By the time baby number three arrived, Dad was done having kids. I imagine him praying to God, “Love the ones I have, thank You very much. But I’m fine. Really.”
“But Jim,” Mom said one day, “I had a dream about another baby, a baby girl named Rachel.” God always told my dad what was up. That was the deal. Either dad would have a dream, or an angel would fly in with a message. And so far, no dreams, no angels. In my dad’s mind, no babies were on the way!
Then one day my dad came home from his job at the church and found a sign I had taped to the front door. The sign proclaimed: “It’s blue!” Dad was about to discover that
blue
was the color of the positive sign on the pregnancy test Mom had taken that morning. “You can’t be pregnant,” my dad complained. “God didn’t tell me anything!”
“But
I
told you,” Mom replied calmly. These incidents marked gradual changes in my parents’ marriage. Slowly the two of them became more of a ministry
team.
Little did they know, however, that this was just the beginning of the change.
Strange Visitors
In 1992 on the Day of Atonement, my parents were sound asleep when a lightning bolt struck in our backyard and a blinding light burst into Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Suddenly a man stood at the end of my parents’ bed. And not just any man. This was an angel, and around him emanated a presence which my mom later described as “the terror of God.” Of course, my siblings and I somehow slept through all these fireworks!
What I do recall was having a mom for a few weeks who was in a bit of a permanent daze. The one “visit” had turned into a string of visits over nine weeks. Mom spared us kids most of the details but would simply tell us that an angel had visited her the night before. Later, I found out that God had revealed to both Mom and Dad that He wanted to visit my mother, alone. Not my dad, not the two of them together—just Mom.
It was a strange season, yet it seemed normal—mundane, even. Mom would get ready for bed early. As evening wore into night, I remember our dog would seem agitated and look up at some invisible
something
on the ceiling. Then the next morning, Mom would seem fine but a little distracted. What I didn’t know was that she was experiencing so much of God’s power that, after some encounters, Mom would check her own pulse because she didn’t know if she was still alive or not!
This all changed the Goll family at the most fundamental level. Dear, gentle, serene Michal Ann was undergoing a personality transplant! Gone were timidity and the fear of man. Suddenly present was a tremendous unspoken authority. It was like we got a new, upgraded mom. Both my parents wrote about the changes and challenges Mom’s transformation brought to their marriage. 2 Suddenly, Mom was not so quiet! And sometimes Dad missed the old Michal Ann. But they both agreed that what God was doing was good and that they would allow Him to re-form their relationship.
The Turning Point
Let’s return to the year 2000, the turning point when my dad promised that he would never again pressure me about the prophetic words from before my birth. It was like my faith muscle suddenly came alive again. In response to this freedom, I took a break from going to church with my family and started going to church with some friends in a completely different stream of Christianity. (Can I just say that, for most PKs, a season like this is a very good idea?) My faith was becoming my own for the first time.
This new freedom also enabled me to start learning from, dare I say it, my parents! It suddenly felt natural for my mom and me to form a friendship around reading the Bible together. Mom was no theologian like my dad, but she did teach me to
experience
the Bible. She said, “Don’t worry about how many pages you
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