Wait,Listen,Record: Habakkuk 2:1-3

By Jessie Schlaser

Jessie Schlaser exemplifies Jesuss words in Matthew 25, Then the King will say to those on His right. Come, you who are blessed by my Father, take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. I tell you the truth, whatever you did for the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.
Caring for the least of these has been Jessies life. Now she shares that life with you in words of wisdom and encouragement she received from God in some of her darkest hours of personal pain and in testimonies of Gods power manifest in her life and through her in the lives of others.
Walk with Jessie as well through visions of the garden of God and heed the warnings of the troubles of our times. This book gives a chronological look at the walk with God of an everyday follower of Jesus Christ, someone just like you and me.
Jessies purpose in sharing with you is that you might be encouraged, uplifted, and inspired in your own daily life, whatever stage of life you are in and whatever you are going through.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Apr 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781426993473

Jessie Schlaser

Born November 18, 1927, in Portland, Oregon, Jessie Schlaser’s parents separated when she was two, and Jessie lived in a loving foster home until she was six years old. Then she endured years of physical and verbal abuse by a new foster mother who, later, along with her husband, adopted her. A woman she called her grandmother introduced Jessie to Jesus, and as an adult, Jessie asked Jesus into her heart and was baptized. She has served her Savior well, leading prisoners to Christ through her letters and disciplining them and ministering to people in care facilities as well as in their homes. Married for over sixty years, Jessie has raised two children and now cares for her husband, Fred, in their home. Over the years, Jessie has written many inspirational writings and testimonies that she has shared with others and has now put together in this book.

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Wait, Listen, Record

HABAKKUK 2:1-3

Jessie Schlaser

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Contents

Set Up Book

Hear My Call

A Magnificent Crown

Angel Of The Lord

God’s Gift To Mankind

I Told Ya-So

Satan Attack

Standing Alone

My Anointing

Deep Depression

A Miracle Healing

A Dependent Friend

A Physical Encounter

Fallen: Couldn’t Get Up

God’s Phone Number

He Set Me Free

He Set Me Free

Life Change

Stand As The Trees

Miracle Crusade—Portland Memorial Coliseum—Sept 5, 6 1996

Seek The Beauty

A Wedding Invitation

The Visiting Doctor

The Voice Of Satan

Then I Saw Jesus

Broken Curse

Touched By God

Free And Whole

A Letter From God To Women

Enemy No. 1

Power Of Prayer

My Miracle From God

An Awesome God

Anointing

Spiritual Eyes

Vision From God For The

Women Of God

Miracle Healing

Disappearing Stranger

A Sonnet Of Love

My Divine Appointment

Talking Rocks

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come

The Magic Ten Dollar Bill

Love, Joy, Faith

Revival

Down In The Valley

Word For Our Churchs

Deliverence

Emptied Out

The Great Ship

Interpretation

Ring Of Fire

Rebuttal

Hear My Call

Stepping Out In Faith

Grieving Of The Spirit

The Tongue Of Fire

My Child….

Of Powers And Principalities

Prophetic Word From God

His Eyes Are Watching

Come, Come, Come!

Heed My Words

Do Not Fear

Oh Jerusalem, My Jerusalem

Have No Fear

Church’s All My Children

Who’s Temple Do You Serve

The White Horse

Mirror On The Wall

Fervent Prayer

Receive My Anointing

Kisses

Word From God

A Word

Mothers

Worshipping

Very Strange: Peculiar.

(The Spirit Of Death)

Lords Prayer

W.O.. Conference

(Seaside Or.) Saturday

Seek The Beauty

Days Just Ahead Of Us

Shattering Strong Holds

The Shadow

God’s Power

God’s Work And His Promise

Underlying Love

Grandmas House

Love Letter From Jesus

A Greatful Heart

Miracle Of Life

Prayer—Declare His Glory

SET UP BOOK

1   -   CHAPTERS – YEARS (1994 through 2010)

2   -   SUBTITLES – DATE: XXXXXX title

3   -   END EACH YEAR WITH A SPECIAL MESSAGE: ARTICLE, POEM, ETC.

4   -   ALL NAMES TO BE CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT. SOME ARE DECEASED, SOME ACQUAINTANCES, FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

VISION OF SNAKE AND FRED

CHANGE NAME OF FRED TO FRIEND

1   -   TESTIMONY OF FREDS MAJOR HEART ATTACK, NAME OK

2   -   BIBLE REFERENCES ARE FROM NKJ AND OR NIV

DEDICATE BOOK TO MY DAUGHTER ALICE FORD

      AND DEAR FRIEND AND SISTER IN CHRIST, LORNA WOOD

Jessie–––-exemplifies Jesus’ words in Matthew 25. Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘come, you who are blessed by my Father: take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.

I tell you the truth, whatever you did for the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.

Caring for the least of these has been Jessie’s life. Now she shares that life with you in words of wisdom and encouragement she received from God in some of her darkest hours of personal pain, and in testimonies of God’s power manifest in her life and through her in the lives of others.

Walk with Jessie as well through visions of the Garden of God, and heed the warnings of the troubles of our times. This book gives a chronological look at the walk with God of an everyday follower of Jesus Christ, someone just like you and me.

Jessie’s purpose in sharing with you is that you might be encouraged, uplifted and inspired in your own daily life, whatever stage of life you are in and whatever you are going through.

By Lorna Wood

Friend

Born November 18, 1927 in Portland, Oregon, Jessie Schlaser’s parents separated when she was two and Jessie lived in a loving foster home until she was six years old. Then she endured years of physical and verbal abuse by a new foster mother who later, along with her husband, adopted her. A woman she called her grandmother introduced Jessie to Jesus, and as an adult, Jessie asked Jesus into her heart and was baptized. She has served her savior well, leading prisoners to Christ through her letters and disciplining them, and ministering to people in care facilities as well as in their homes. Married for over sixty years, Jessie has raised two children, and now cares for her husband, Fred, in their home. Over the years, Jessie has written many inspirational writings and testimonies that she has shared with others and has now put together in this book.

By Lorna Wood

Friend

I really didn’t start serving the lord untill 1980.

My mother passed away and I came back home to astoria to settle the estate. Did not plan on staying on after that right off I met a wonderful women that took me under her arm… and led me back to the church. Until then I had not attended church on a regular bases as my husband was not a christian and refused to attend any church at that time.

This new friend (sister in the lord) taught and showed me what it meant and how to serve God the way he wanted us to, in a goldy manner and not through self glory but to always do it in his glory. I learned how to see people as Jesus sees the. Not by their exterior or their life styles but by their hearts, and how I could help them learn and grow in the lord and at the same time God was showing and teaching me how to walk the talk

VISION                                                                           1994

HEAR MY CALL

I saw in the east as far as one could see—fields of white ripe grain waiting to be harvested. Their heads turning ever which way. To the west as far as one could see—the deserts are alive with color, the flowers in full bloom like a rainbow in all her glorious vibrant colors, nodding their heads, waiting to be picked, yes, it’s time; seed pods ready to burst open.

Jesus hovering over, looking down with out stretched arms, calling; come hither my children; the fields are ready for harvest—the flowers are pregnant, ready to give birth—the time is now before the darkness covers over all the earth. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he continues to call out. Hurry my children!

The sky is filled with angels, all clothed in white, waiting, waiting to receive us into the arms of Jesus!

He is coming for his bride!

vision                                                                           6-94

A MAGNIFICENT CROWN

I ask the lord today, if my gathering of used bibles was really doing some good. I was wondering if most was getting to a place and then just sitting in a corner or being tossed aside and forgotten, and really going nowhere in the end. Are hearts really being reached? Are they getting to the lost and fallen?

Then to my amazement this is what the lord showed me.

A large crown 16-18 inches across and about 12 inches high. It was beautiful—all shimmery and sparkely. Had many beautiful gem-stones—all sizes, shapes and colors and kinds I’ve never seen before. They all sparkled, almost in a blinding way as the sun shown down upon it. As I looked closer I could see many open, empty places. My thoughts were–the craftsman hasn’t finished with it yet and God was just letting me get a glimpse of his, handiwork, ahead of time.

Then he said; the empty places you see are: some of the people are in the process of turning their lives around, but totally haven’t given it all to me. But it’s on the way. While other empty places are for those yet to come into their place of salvation and the kingdom, they haven’t heard about me yet. This is your crown and yours alone.

Wow! Only God can give answers like that.

TESTIMONY                                                                           Aug 16, 94

ANGEL OF THE LORD

While walking down the sidewalk by the Liberty Theater–window shopping to kill some time, before my next visitation; I noticed a well dressed, gentleman sitting on a milk stool, by the middle pillar of the store front, by the door of the dress shop. He was middle aged, with a warm smile, clean shaven, (well groomed to be exact) and a kind loving face. I thought he was just resting there and waiting for someone. As I approached him, he held out his hand and ask for some small change. (I was so surprised to hear that from such a well dressed person, besides this sort of thing is very unusual here. These kind of beggars are really street people; dirty scrounge and usually burned out on drugs or alcohol) I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I gave a quick NO answer and hurried on to cross the street before the light turned red. BUT as soon as I said no, I knew I did it wrong, as I couldn’t look him in the eye while saying it. (clue #1) As I continued to cross the street the guilt really hit me so I quickly turned to go back just before reaching the curb. I hurried back to where the man was sitting to give him what money I had which was only a dollar at that time. I didn’t want to dig through to find any small change that I might have.

But to my amazement the man was gone, stool and all. I looked everywhere, in all the stores in that area which are but very few, and really nothing a man would be shopping in, no food places or even any beer taverns. I looked and ask questions, no one had seen anything. I even ask the lady of the dress shop where he was sitting, by her, in her doorway. I ask her if she had seen which way he had gone, as she was standing there while he was sitting there, so she surely saw something. She said no that she hadn’t seen anyone. I said the man that was sitting right here by your door. She said that there was no one there by my door. I again told her, there was, and surely she must have seen him when he got up to leave at least. She again informed me there was no one sitting by her door, I have been here the whole time and I would know if someone was sitting by my door. My reply was OOOH MY. I continued to look, as I was returning to my car. Now it seems more important than ever to find this man.

Finally a little voice in my head convinced me that it was an angel from God, and I failed the test. I knew I had to get to a church and get before God and ask forgiveness for my stupid blunder. Being fairly late in the afternoon I knew my church would be closed by this time, so where can I go, that there still may be someone there? I went to the First Christian Church on 11th street. As I felt all right there. That is where I went to church in my teens and accepted the Lord in my life and I was married in that church also. So I felt at home there even though I wouldn’t know this pastor.

I tried the door, and it was locked—now where do I go, I really didn’t want to go to the Catholic Church, but I would if I couldn’t find another. But suddenly the door opened and the young pastor asks me what I wanted? I told him all I wanted was to use the sanctuary for a short time. When I finished I had to go back out through the Pastor’s office door. He was sitting there studying for his Sunday service. I told him of my experience and why I wanted to use the altar. His first words were you blew it didn’t you? That was an angel from God, maybe He had a word for you. It seems strange that you should drop in here at this very time, I am preparing a sermon on visiting angels. He had told me who but I don’t remember.

I really didn’t need conformation that I had blown it, I already knew that quite clearly.

When I returned home there was a letter from a missionary that was collecting $15.00 to send a food box to a family in Russia. Josh McDowell ministries. At that point we hadn’t received much literature from them. I took that, as God was giving me another chance to prove my faith and if, I really was sorry.

I sent the money off in the next mail, and then, I felt forgiven,

We never know when that person we helped, however small it seemed, may have been sent by the Lord. He does send angels in disguise

GOD’S GIFT TO MANKIND

Lord, my creator-your awesomeness is far beyond my comprehension. You spoke the word and it was created. You breathed upon it and it became a living thing. You created the heavens and the earth.

You made the rains and the waters became rivers and oceans. You raised the land and formed the mountains, craters and formed caverns and lakes upon and beneath the land surface to assure us of pure waters that we might not thirst. You spoke and filled the waters with living food-even formed the crawlers and skimmers to clean the waters. Creatures and swimmers-to numerous to name. Many are hidden and unknown to us, but you know their every name and fill their needs also.

The fowl of the air, some to clean the edges and surfaces of the waters. Then there are those that will feed upon the frogs and minnows in the waters. The scavengers that we call pests all to manicure our landscapes. You know the ugly ones.

The tides to clean out the rubbish that we humans toss aside; and flush away the fallen debris along the banks of the streams and rivers. You bring fresh food for the creatures that feed on the beaches and rocky shores. Of our sea shores.

The torrential rains to clean the debris from within the trees, which in turn nourish the soil with nutrition for the ground cover. You fill the streams, the lakes, the ponds, the swamps: to make sure all your living things have sufficient shelter and food supply: that all things may live.

The birds of the air, with their wings out-stretched-gliding with grace and ease: or soaring with great speed and determination, all using the winds as their guide. They sing and dance their praises to their creator all mighty God. It is sweet music to our souls. They flutter and show off their beautiful coats of many colors. Each with it’s own special gifting you gave to them freely.

Oh Lord you saw to it to give to man fishes of the sea, animals of the land and fowl to nourish our bodies: and your living word to feed our souls. You double checked to make sure there was plenty to feed all the living creatures upon and within the earth. You didn’t miss a thing everything is just perfect. We call that your survival plan, you call it creation.

You give us the winds. Some to cool our bodies, some to cleanse the trees and sweep clean the ground. The winds bring the clouds over to water the earth and give us water for our bodies that gives us life and sustains all living matter. Sometimes the winds that over power us is your loving spirit throwing your arms and everlasting love over us. And sometimes through the misty clouds that drift in the winds bring us a glimpse of your artists palette with a beautiful rainbow of awesome colors and with it telling us the story of the flood in the days of noah. That you will never destroy the world again by flood.

As we stand and look around us: everywhere we look, we can see your wonderful works. From the tiniest insect to the most majestic mammoth mountain. We cannot comprehend your awesome creativeness. And the people. From the twelve tribes of Israel, we look at the many colors of skin: the many nationalities, the many languages. Only you lord can do such a marvel. How different each individual is, each person has his or her own giftings: our own individualities, and personalities. You created each one of us special and different from any other person. You made me, you formed me, you knew me before I was ever formed in my mother’s womb.

Testimony                                                                           9-15-94

I TOLD YA-SO

I crushed two vertebras in my upper spine during some physical exercise, (weight lifting class). After two weeks of excruciating pain I went to the Doctor and the x-rays confirmed there were two crushed ones. they informed me it would be 3-6 months before they would be healed enough for the pain to subside and be free of a specialist for a brace to keep me from using my back so it could heal, knowing I wasn’t about to lay around and do nothing. I told both Doctors; no way, one month is all you get, that’s all the time you get; I got things to do, places to go, and people to see. You just don’t talk to a Doctor that way, they know best and how things work. He kept insisting I was being a little ridiculous in my thinking. I repeated it—one month it will be healed completely.

He still gave me an appointment to come back in a month’s time for a check to see how well it is healing. When the month’s appointment came around, I kept it at which time more x-rays and to receive instructions for therapy and exercises to strengthen the muscles. While waiting for the x-rays to come back to the Doctor again: I informed them it was all healed now. And again he would patiently explain to me that I just don’t understand fully but I’m saying it is all healed. You will see when you read the x-rays.

Now for show and tell time. The Doctor pops the x-ray film on the screen and looks and looks some more and does a few hmmmms. Do you remember which ones it was, I see some damaged ones here but there is no indication of any swelling or irritation. I don’t quite understand maybe the technician didn’t get the right angle and missed it. I guess if it doesn’t hurt you any more it must be all right. He poked and prodded some more with no pain so he had to concede.

I told you it would be healed in a month’s time. The Lord did it! Well I hear those sort of things happen sometimes.

I was then dismissed and didn’t need to return unless I had further problems with it. ISN’T GOD GOOD?

I had to stop the physical exercises as it was all weights. I still had bad backaches when I would over-do—But God healed that too. The only problem I have now—is I can’t lift over 20 pounds without it causing pain and letting me know that’s enough. My main pain is my EGO, now that hurts. I’m used to doing it myself; move it, push it, carry it, what ever it took. I find there is a lot of things I can no longer do. My pride is really bent out of shape, but I really have no choice in the matter; now do I.

10-31-94

SATAN ATTACK

Last night I was awakened with the vision of Satan in silhouette’ form and his helping demons marching toward me, very slowly. With one stronger than the rest, leading out front. I tried to shake it off as a bad dream. They just kept coming. I got up and walked around, I thought if I got wide awake it would go away. I went back to bed, I could still see them very clearly. I couldn’t go to sleep, they just kept coming, very slowly. I jumped out of bed they continued to come, closer and closer; they wouldn’t stop or go away. I then realized this is not a dream, this is the real thing. I began rebuking them emphatically. They fled immediately. I thanked God for the power of the Holy Spirit.

I had spent about three months researching books written by other ministries and researching scriptures; on the workings of the cults and occults. What Satan can and cannot do.

I was doing this because of the activities going on in and around our community. Also the prison I write to is asking for answers as there seem to be satanic activity picking up in the prison. I was trying to keep the covering of God and into the word the whole time as I know how this kind of thing can influence and infilter the subconscious mind. So I was very aware of what I was doing and how dangerous this study was. I kept in prayer and studying the word with it.

I felt strong enough in the Lord that I could discern any evil that Satan would throw my way, As He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world. I knew that I had the Lord Jesus Christ and this was a study to learn the tricks of the evil one. I also knew Satan would not like me to find out his ways. So I had to be aware at all times. I guess Satan was going to try to show me differently.

Just reading Satanic material is very dangerous, it will infiltrate the subconscious mind. Satan will use it and continually bring it to the surface; and will deceive you by convincing you it is O.K. to continue to read and participate in little things. That is how he traps you, before you know it you are participating in more and more ‘little’ things that seem so harmless.

If you have participated in any games of witch-craft or satanic nature get on your knees and ask God to forgive you and clean that