For the last twenty years of her professional life, Beverly Wilkins has been a grief group facilitator, congregational nurse, and visiting nurse. Her occupation as a trained palliative care nurse brought her into intimate contact with many patients going through their final stage of life. She possesses a serenity and ease of the vocabulary around death and dying because of her complete belief that it really is not the end. In fact, it is more like a birthday following a birthday. We are all born to eventually die to another life, “where there are many mansions. I go and prepare a place for you” (John 14:2 NKJV). This book is a collection of real-life scenarios she has been witness to; she wants to give you calm and peace as you transition to the next stage of light, the only stage that all of us will experience: death. May you feel the promise that God will be there to meet you when you arrive in your new home. No need for angst at the end. Go in peace and live joyously and confidently knowing your final destination is already reserved. Happy birthday as you breathe your last breath. Enjoy the whoosh. Bev
For the last twenty years of her professional life, Beverly Wilkins has been a grief group facilitator, congregational nurse, and visiting nurse. Her occupation as a trained palliative care nurse brought her into intimate contact with many patients going through their final stage of life. She possesses a serenity and ease of the vocabulary around death and dying because of her complete belief that it really is not the end. In fact, it is more like a birthday following a birthday. We are all born to eventually die to another life, "where there are many mansions. I go and prepare a place for you" (John 14:2 NKJV). This book is a collection of real-life scenarios she has been witness to; she wants to give you calm and peace as you transition to the next stage of light, the only stage that all of us will experience: death. May you feel the promise that God will be there to meet you when you arrive in your new home. No need for angst at the end.
For the last twenty years of her professional life, Beverly Wilkins has been a grief group facilitator, congregational nurse, and visiting nurse. Her occupation as a trained palliative care nurse brought her into intimate contact with many patients going through their final stage of life. She possesses a serenity and ease of the vocabulary around death and dying because of her complete belief that it really is not the end. In fact, it is more like a birthday following a birthday. We are all born to eventually die to another life, "where there are many mansions. I go and prepare a place for you" (John 14:2 NKJV). This book is a collection of real-life scenarios she has been witness to; she wants to give you calm and peace as you transition to the next stage of light, the only stage that all of us will experience: death. May you feel the promise that God will be there to meet you when you arrive in your new home. No need for angst at the end. Go in peace and live joyously and confidently knowing your final destination is already reserved. Happy birthday as you breathe your last breath. Enjoy the whoosh. Bev
The author brings you into his prayer closet, where God speaks to him for 40days concerning the Bride Getting dressed, and the things that are to come to pass in the earth. Get dressed is an experience with God; calling the Bride to prepare herself and get dressed, for the soon coming of the groom is at hand...
The unexpected illness appeared to be the very worse thing that couldve ever happened. However, to her surprise it turned out to be the beginning of a new day in her life in God. Through it all she realized, God would guide us through painful situations and experiences that we do not otherwise want to feel or go through. Evangelist Georgette Mayberry has written this book to share with us how she began to let God take control and have his way in her life. In it, she very openly reveals how God will take our fear of illness and despair and replace it with faith and hope. John 14:27
Much-Afraid had been in the service of the Chief Shepherd, whose great flocks were pastured down in the Valley of Humiliation. She lived with her friends and fellow workers Mercy and Peace in a tranquil little white cottage in the village of Much-Trembling. She loved her work and desired intensely to please the Chief Shepherd, but happy as she was in most ways, she was conscious of several things which hindered her in her work and caused her much secret distress and shame. Here is the allegorical tale of Much-Afraid, an every-woman searching for guidance from God to lead her to a higher place.
This breathtaking volume boldly, cheerfully, and blankly stares back across the stunningly mellow life and times of Zonker Harris. From his Californian-American roots to his legendary status as surfer, nanny, and former sun god, his career trajectory has unfailingly carried him ever deeper into the homegrown heart of the American daydream. A puddle-plumbing denizen of Walden Commune, Harris spent his formative years as a bodaciously freaked-out college student. His innovative decoding of the rites and rituals of the burgeoning counterculture put him on the cover of Time. Forced by a strategic oversight to graduate from college, Harris blazed a path to glory on the pro tanning circuit. His triumph in the George Hamilton Cocoa-Butter Open set a high watermark for the sport. Family values led Harris to devote considerable time to helping his stunned parents refill their empty nest. Extended-family values propelled him into a career as a professional nanny, in which capacity he has indeed taught the children well--especially Sam, who was surfing the long board while still in diapers. Later, leveraging his political cluelessness, Zonker served on the disastrous Duke2000 presidential campaign. A devoted foot soldier in the war against AIDS suffering, Zonk is held in high regard among SoCal's medical marijuana community for the efficacious potency of his magic brownies. Unfazed by worldly success, he remains a true and gentle freak. After all, he humbly notes, I am but one dude.
“Leave this alone'! If you do not Evil will come for you!" Time's would be tough for fourteen year old Bridgit Monroe who is only five foot even with long black hair and green eyes and smooth skin and tanned but then they always were. It seemed born into a legacy of old ancient beliefs from her father's side, whom died when she was only eight year's old from a car accident while on a business trip to London. He always seemed to share all he knew of his family heritage with her, which was shrouded in Pagan culture but Bridgit's mother never did approve. Prologue All the spirits in the world could not convince Mrs. Ann Monroe, who was strict, upstanding and proper and would not hear of such silliness about the paranormal world. To her it was anything but normal and not to be tampered with, her rules were her rules, and she made sure that Bridgit new that. Born and raised in Salem Massachusetts, in a nice 3-bedroom manor, one of the oldest in Salem, all stone and wood on Charter Street. Bridgit would no doubt be exposed to the world of witches and spirit's and she knew her mother did not approve but Ann would be sure to keep her from anything religious other than church and Bridgit knew secrecy was the best policy. The only other person that knew Bridgit's secret was Abigail Bishop, at fourteen year's old herself and five foot four with blonde hair, blue eyes and a few freckles, being a mild mannered girl and Bridgit's best friend. Abigail lived right next door to her in an old Victorian style manor house made of brick. Abby lives’ with her mother (Carol) and father (Miles). Abigail was an only child as well and that made for a lot of good fun for the two girl's because they would sneak out late at night to visit The Old Burying Point which is the oldest cemetery in Salem erected in sixteen thirty two. This is where they would go and try to contact spirits of the dead. Bridgit was mischievous but daring and a little reckless and loved to wear the things that reflected how she was, black nail polish, black lipstick, black clothing. The only problem here was she could only wear these things at Abigail's house when she would spend the night and her mother wouldn't know. Bridgit's room was just as she wanted it, everything black from her bed to her curtains, she even had a black apple computer complete with bookcases. Now the inside of the Monroe house was more modern having been remodeled before they moved in, having bright colored furniture, carpeting in every room except the kitchen and bathroom's complete with bay window's. Nothing less would do for Mrs. Monroe, the yard out front was just as big as the back, sitting on sixty acres with a long winding driveway with rose bushes leading up to the front door and lady Gloria statues flanking the door's, the back yard having a big pond and an old barn that's been there for god knows how long and Ann thinks it is an eyesore and was where Bridgit would spend time alone when she was not at Abigail’s. Now Abigail's house was more original, more antique and everything Bridgit loved having, antique furniture and old rug's that were imported from Asia covering some of the hardwood flooring. Abigail's room was what Bridgit loved the most, original dark hardwood flooring, black drapes, black furniture and paranormal portraits hanging on the walls of the room with candles of every color it seemed. Maybe that's why Bridgit liked it there so much, Abigail's front yard was as big as Bridgit's lined with tall boxed shrub's that led to the front door on an old cobblestone drive that ran into the walk way and three trees that stood out in the middle of the yard, in the back of the manor there was a pool that was built into the ground and a hot tub with a patio, a grill and chairs with some other yard toy's that's been there since Abigail was younger. Abigail was daring, as well and mild but she was faithful and a follower so she would pretty much do what Bridgit wanted to do.
