The LORD is having me share some about where I grew up as a child first.

I grew up in the country, about 4—5 miles from a small town in rural America, that had the schools I and my siblings attended.

My parents were farmers, having livestock (cattle, pigs, and chickens) and grain crops as their incomes. We had lots of pasture land, so I had horses that I rode all year around, but mostly spring through fall.

The town had a population of about 600, when I was growing up, but half of the town’s population or 300, were in the retirement homes.

One of the retirement homes was a nursing home, for those who needed more skilled services and the other across the street was more like a boarding house where some of the residents had retired to, so they could have their own bedroom and bathroom, but went to a dining room for meals.

There was also a large living room, that could be rented for special occasions or club meetings were also held there. There were also a couple of smaller sitting rooms available for smaller family visits.

The community itself was rural, but the people supported each other WHOLEHEARTEDLY, by gathering together to help each other in times of need. This happened for my family in the spring of 1964.

My 8 year old sister suddenly became sick, so she was taken to the hospital about 30 minutes from home, for a couple of weeks.

The doctors were unable to diagnose the disease my sister had in the hospital she was in, so she was transferred to a special “children’s hospital” which was about 90 minutes away from home, for specialists to see if they could figure out what had caused the sudden complications of her sickness before it was too late.

However they didn’t figure anything out until about a week prior to her death when they diagnosed her with nephritis or kidney disease. But because she was a child they didn’t have a lot of research available for treatment and were unable to help her.

My dad had been so involved driving back and forth from home to see my sister, and my mom who stayed with her in the hospital, that he didn’t get a lot of farming done that spring.

Dad had all the seeds he needed, he just hadn’t had time to plant everything. For a farmer your crops and livestock are your livelihood or your income for the next year and we had a family of 5 to feed.

Approximately 20 families who were relatives, friends, and neighbors gathered at our farm for two days to plow, disc, harrow, and plant our farm of about 825 acres, which included both what was owned and rented, with corn, oats, soybeans, sorghum, clover, and alfalfa for the coming season, according to dad’s specifications.

Along with the farmers came their wives and children who brought lots of food to feed this hardworking, hungry group. Each farmer brought his own tractor and other equipment and their wives and children came in the pickup or car with everything else.

Stopping for lunch in the fields at 9 am and 3 pm, when their wives brought out their sandwiches, cookies, and whatever else they’d brought for them, they also stopped and drove their tractors into the farmyard for dinner at noon.

Tables, chairs, and planks lay across sawhorses and were spread out on the lawn and the front porch, so that everyone could sit down to eat.

I was raised Lutheran, so we sang the doxology and then everyone got their food and ate. By 1 pm, all the men and older boys were back out in the fields.

They quit about 5—6 pm so they could go back home to attend to their own farm chores, leaving their equipment in the farmyard.

Everyone came back the next morning bright and early to finish what they had started the day before. They all had another long day and then went back home to their own farms.

My dad cried, he was so grateful for the help and compassion that had been shown to us. It was only the second time I ever saw him cry. The first was when my sister passed away.

Another time this happened was when the town decided to build a heated swimming pool, so they no longer had to drive 30+ minutes in any direction to take their children to swimming lessons or for the day to enjoy cooling off in the pool.

This would be the first heated pool in about a 100 mile radius, so the community was excited to participate. Many people donated cash, but many others donated time and labor or equipment and supplies.

I remember my dad donated sod for around the pool. He mowed one of the pastures really close and then someone came out with a sod cutter to cut the sod into strips.

Others came out to help roll it, load it on the long-bed truck and took it to town, where others unloaded it and laid it out to grow on the lawn of the pool in the town park.

I believe this is a picture of a community gathering together as one, love, empathy and a willingness to help others in need, which is something The LORD is trying to teach us.

It’s not about us, it’s about doing what He wants us to do, in treating others as He has taught us and as we, ourselves, would want others to treat us.

Dream

I’m in a red pickup with a man and we’re driving towards the town I used to live near when I was growing up. As we get closer to town, the windows are rolled down and our elbows are sticking out the windows.

Then I hear Him begin singing this song:

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
I need you now.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
This land needs you now.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
I love you so much more.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
You won’t find Me in the things of man.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
I am your destiny.

As I heard this song continue, we drove through main street and then up and down the streets of the small town slowly.

It sounded like His voice was over a loud speaker, it was so loud and there was no denying everyone was meant to hear it. It continued….

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
I am the One who loves you most.

Your hopes, your dreams
Were sent from Me
Only I can help you now.

I am the One
Who loves you most.
You were created by Me.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
You are Mine, forevermore.
Give up the things destroying you,
There’s no place for them in your life.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
Make time for Me in your life.

Won’t you come back home?
Won’t you come back home?
Time is short. I’m coming soon.
Don’t wait, be ready NOW!
Come back home, NOW!

Over and over I kept hearing this song, until I awoke.

Notes:

Yes, the song has a tune that I have sung into my recorder, but too long to send out.

Symbolism / Interpretation:

Priscilla Van Sutphin contributed the following:

• My dad in this represents God the Father, who provides for His children.
• 300 (half of the population of the town) represents Gideon’s 300 who were specially selected by The LORD to battle with Gideon
• 600 (double 300) represents double grace or GREAT GRACE

In the dream, The LORD is driving the pickup, just as He “drives or controls” everything, as I sit beside him.

I believe this dream represents The LORD calling to ALL HIS PEOPLE, not just the prodigals who have lost their way, but HE’S CALLING ALL HIS PEOPLE BACK TO HIM, even those too busy to make time for HIM!

Tracy Cooke just said today, June 17, 2020, (On Sid Roth Prophetic video) that The LORD is separating the sheep from the goats, NOW! GOATS need to try to transform to sheep before it’s too late!

I also believe the 300 (Gideon’s Army) or the people in the nursing and retirement homes represent the “BABY BOOMERS” (born 1944 to 1964, currently 56 to 76 years young), who as Jeremiah Johnson said, aren’t retired anymore, as GOD HAS ‘REFIRED” THEM!

They are the generation that has not yet been used by God as He has used other generations, but they have been held back for this hour, by The LORD.

This is why the enemy is trying so hard to get rid of them (think COVID-19 and how they were being targeted!).

The enemy doesn’t want them around to finish their destiny for The LORD. They have a special mission for The LORD and for this time and season of their lives!

HALLELUJAH!!

 

God Bless You!
~ Beverly Juelsgaard-Fischer

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Beverly Juelsgaard-Fischer

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