Love Your Enemies: No Time Left

By Betty Amiina

 Dream, 2016 while  running after  job that morning I had  a dream, I was in the market but for some reason I found  myself sweeping, as I was busy enjoying the job, a man told  me  to put a broom down. After that I saw myself  sitti

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookTrail Publishing
• Release date: Aug 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781637671467

Betty Amiina

Amiina means let it be, I was born in Uganda but currently in United Kingdom. My studies I only completed primary education, it took along time for me to forgive my father for not giving education. I remember my mother looking helpless, she wanted to support me but she couldn’t, because she was not able to afford it. I remember one time hatred crept into my heart and I felt like I hated my father I tried had to tell my self that I loved him but it was hard. Back in Uganda I remember asking my self, how long will I continue to blame my father for what he did not do? My consolation was, at least he gave birth to me, he could have chosen not to, but still I didn’t forgive him. Then One day after a long time in this country, I sat down and I spoke to my self these words, Daddy every thing you have ever done to me I have forgiven you., it’s like he was sitting beside me. I felt so good and I was not heavy any more, I felt my windows were opened and God could now hear me! No doubt there is a blessing attached to a father. After settling that matter I went to God and asked Him to be my teacher, one night I had a dream where I was reading , and on the table, there was a lamp and Isaw a finger running through pages. God is the best teacher.

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Contents

Chapter 1:    The Broom

Chapter 2:    Lies On A Gold Plate, Racist Colleagues

Chapter 3:    Saved By Worship, Fought By Permanent Staffs

Chapter 4:    Tell Them, "I Don’t Love Cigarettes, Smoking Smells Around Me!

Chapter 5:    Covid-19, Divine Intervention, Through A Dream

Chapter 6:    I Heard A Voice, "Love Your Enemies!

Chapter 7:    Evil Friend, Enemy Uncovered!

Chapter 8:    The Story Of His Second Coming

Chapter 9:    Sugar Coated, Better With An Enemy You Know!

Chapter 10:  God Can Speak Whenever He Wants To!

Chapter 11:  Strange Fire In The Church!

Chapter 12:  A House Without Front Door Is Beautiful!!

Chapter 13:  I Could Have Missed My Son’s Healing

Chapter 14:  I Concluded That It Was A Spiritual Surgery!

About The Author

Chapter 1

The Broom

The blank watch, I heard the voice very clearly, over the past years I have had dreams and revelations, but, I wondered why I kept on having the same dream! In that dream I wanted to check the time but I was not able to tell because the watch was completely blank . I did not think the dream meant something . I took it to be one of those dreams . I had not been recording dates but I remember every dream in details . In 2015, I had the same dream . In that dream I was going to pick my son from school, I got on a bus but I remember falling a sleep along the way . It was raining heavily, but I later woke up thinking I had I passed/missed the bus stop . Still on the bus I checked my phone to see what time it was but the phone was completely blank, I looked at the second phone and it was also blank . There were no numbers showing. In my heart I wondered if I had been sleeping for a long time! I did not know what happened after or how I managed to pick my son from school then I woke up from sleep. When I was fully a wake I went to my son’s bedroom to check on him! I did not think about the dream again! But on the 16/4/2016, I dreamt the same dream. That night before I went to bed I was busy thinking about work, I had been looking for a job and I finally found it but child care became my only challenge . It was full time position, I called someone- child minder and asked if she was be able to look after my child. She agreed, she made appointment to meet with me, but when we met that evening she said to me, Sorry Betty, I thought about it, but I can’t do it at this time! Hearing that I was disappointed but later on I said to myself, my son comes first . I kept on thinking too much about the job because I wanted it but there was nothing I could have done about it . I decided to drop the offer but with tears in my eyes . From all that disappointment I went to bed. Early morning I woke up to worship God as usual, after worshipping, I prayed, but my main prayer was, God, please, help me to find a good child minder who will be able to look after my son because I really want to work . I thought I was tired of living without a job . I read my Bible and went back to sleep . As I was sleeping that morning I had a dream, in that dream I saw myself in the market but the place where I was, looked like somewhere back home, in Uganda where I was born . The town was filled with people, but really I did not know what I was doing in that town! After that I found myself in the market, I was able to tell that it was a market because I could see people buying and selling. But from nowhere I started sweeping, I swept inside Market and all the way outside the Market . When I finished sweeping the market I continued cleaning the whole town, sweeping the streets . I was very busy and enjoying myself though I did not know how I got that job as a cleaner . could finish cleaning a man opened the door of his house and told me to put the broom down. After this man had finished talking to me, commanding me to put the broom down he went back to his house and closed the door, I did not see him again . I can see how he opened the door and spoke to me. I dropped the broom and went back to the market . As I was going back I noticed that people were sitting on grass, there were many! I can remember looking at those people and thinking/ wondering because everyone was looking up, to me as if they wanted or were expecting to get something from me . But then I was standing while they were all sitting! It was at that time that I wanted to check time because I thought I was running late for work . I brought my two phones from the bag to check time but there were all blank . I asked one gentle man who was passing by to tell me time but his wrist watch was also blank . I did not know what to do, I was very frustrated and very confused . I did not know what happened but I later found myself in London again . I was on a bus, but this time I had found a job, I was going to work and I was running late . But as I was still on the bus I asked a man to tell me what time it was but he didn’t because his wrist watch was blank, I asked another person but his wrist watch also was blank! Everyone I asked, none told tell me what time it was because their wrist watches and phones were blank . At this time I was feeling very frustrated, I started panicking, I was rushing, trying to get off the bus, then I saw a certain woman who I know . But in the first dream when I was going to pick my son from school I saw the same woman, she was also on that same bus with me and now she is here! I wondered and asked myself, what does is this woman want that she follows me around! I stood up from my sit, trying to get off the bus . I was rushing because I was late for work, but in the middle of that confusion I heard this voice saying to me, "There is no time left, the only time that is left is to repent! I asked, repent? Then I asked myself, does it mean that Jesus is coming? In that dream I could hear myself talking, still on the bus I shouted, I was telling people, Jesus is coming soon . I can remember that I repented quickly, I was talking and asking Jesus to forgive my sins, but I asked, is this message only for me? Does Jesus want me to pass this message to other people? But I did not receive any answer to that question . Though I did not receive any answer from whoever, I stood up and started telling people on that bus, Repent, Jesus is coming soon! When I had finished telling them to repent, I got off . Getting off the bus I noticed that the same woman was still following me . As I was trying to cross the road, still in middle I noticed that she was now running after me . This is woman is that old woman who walked with me five years as a friend but at the end I discovered that she was a fake friend- a fiend. She was running after me but before she could catch up with a man came from nowhere, snatched my hands and ran with me. Still in my sleep I could hear myself saying these words, Jesus is coming soon! Then I woke up from sleep. When I had recovered from that dream I said, God, if it’s you talking to me I have heard this voice many times, but I thought people will not believe me. As I struggled with this dream I still remembered that twice I have had almost the same dream . I recalled 2011, when I dreamt almost the dream . This is what I saw in 2011, I was with my former pastor, in that dream my Pastor happened to be a bus driver while I was a bus conductor . As he drove the bus my job was to call people to come to the bus. I was calling people to come to the Bus and singing at the same time . But really I was writing a song in that dream because I had never heard that song before . I saw many people and at the time it looked like I was or we were standing in the court room because I could see people standing in front of the judge . If I could remember those were days I started writing/receiving songs . I still remembered the dream which I had when I was still in Uganda, at the time I lived with my uncle before travelling to England. That very morning I was sleeping then I heard someone talking to me, the voice which I heard said, Feed my sheep! Hearing that voice I looked around to see the person that spoke to me but I did not see anyone . Anyway, I recalled another dream that I had while chasing after jobs . There was a time I woke up in the middle of the night to pray, and I specifically asked for a job . I wanted that flexible job which I could do and still look after my son, but not those twelve hour shift . But when I went back to sleep I saw a different thing, in this particular dream there was music in my bedroom . I could hear people singing worship songs, beside my bed there were music instruments . I had never heard or seen such beautiful music in my life! I was able to recognize one person’s voice, he’s a worshipper from West Africa but name not to be mentioned . Meanwhile as I was giving my son a shower that morning, he looked at me and said, Mummy, your songs will reach the whole world, Mummy, your songs will change people’s lives and yet he did not know anything about my dream . He added, Mummy, your songs will evangelize to many people, "Mummy, music is a powerful Gospel tool! I was listening! So, where did this boy hear this, or who sent him to me? He was seven years old, I looked at a seven year old boy talking to me! Putting those dreams together I saw that somehow they were related . And again this dream where I was sweeping inside market in 2016 was related to that dream which I had in summer 2011 . Remembering that dream, that summer we went to a conference in London which lasted three days, we came back home Saturday afternoon . Then early Sunday I woke up to worshipped God, after that I read my Bible and went back to sleep, but I as was sleeping that morning I dreamt a dream which I called a funny dream but was it really funny? In this dream out of nowhere I saw myself in Maidstone town centre and I was sweeping . I can remember that I was sweeping opposite Chequers shopping centre going towards HSBC Bank, as I was busy cleaning a man from nowhere appeared to me . He did not speak to me, he just removed a broom from my hands and said, This is not what I want you to do! He threw a broom away and left . I did not see him again . I did not know where he came from and I did not see which way he took! I was left standing, I did not have to sweep again then I woke up from sleep . Because the dream bothered me too much I told it to my Pastor then, and I don’t really know why I had that habit of telling Pastor my dream because! Anyway, he interpreted it that I would later stop cleaning when God blesses me, meaning having UK visa! But! Those were days when I did not have visa, so the only thing I did was to clean people’s houses to survive . In 2011, I met a lady from my country, Uganda and she gave me a job . I was cleaning her house and sometimes I would iron their clothes . Then early 2013, I got another cleaning job, it was near Morison’s super market, both jobs were in Maidstone . I know I was good at cleaning people’s houses . But in 2013 December, one Sunday morning as I was sleeping I heard the same voice in the dream, the voice said, Don’t clean people’s houses again! Just like that! I looked around to see the person who spoke to but I did not see anyone . Hearing that voice I decided to stop cleaning, but in that dream we were in church, my pastor then walked to where I was sitting and held my hand, I walked with him, he put me at the altar, left me there and walked off . While I was wondering and asking myself why Pastor had to come and put me at the altar I woke up from sleep . I did not want to tell Pastor such a dream so I kept it to myself because I was tired of exposing dreams! In 2018 again one morning I had the same where I was at the altar, but in this dream I was in my current church, I was busy cleaning, I was sweeping the altar, I Just found Myself with a broom in my hand . I swept the altar and in that dream the altar was very dirty, it was full of dry leaves as if leaves from trees were falling on it! As I was sweeping I could see choir on stand by as if there were waiting for me to finish cleaning . Immediately after I had finished cleaning the choir stepped up at the altar and began to sing then I woke up from sleep. Early January 2017, in my sleep someone was talking to me, I clearly heard the voice, "Clean your teeth, I want you to be on television! On television? Hearing that voice I looked around but I did not see anyone, when I was fully awake, I said, television! Ok, two people gave me two different interpretations of this dream about television. One person told me that it could mean that God was telling me to work on my speech and confidence. The second person said, "God wants you to work on anger, anger problem! Anyway, later on I heard the another voice, I had never heard about a word called density! But in 2018, I heard someone telling me in a dream, What I will do for you, is density! Quickly I checked Google and I saw that it had something to do with weight in physics, but what does it mean? Whatever it meant! Anyway, Checking my dreams and Putting them together I saw that for many time I have been having similar dreams where by people received healing through my worship . The dream that really scared me most was when I dreamt that dead people were coming back to coming to life through my ministration, worship! The dream was a repeat so I wondered! In 2018, I still saw the same dream but this time it was my father who had been sick that I saw . In the dream that night my father had died, when I reached where his body was I began to worship and to plead the blood of Jesus on him . I was still singing worship then my father came back to life . As usual when I woke up I cancelled the bad part of the dream that my father died but received a good part of the dream in Jesus’ name . Now in October 2018, my father finally died in real life, I was here in London . I was at work when I got news . A colleague brought me home because I was unable to continue work, when I entered my house I said, God, this is what you showed me and I know that with you there is no distance . I said, Please God bring my father back to me . I knelt down in my living room and worshipped God in a big way . I sang praises as well as pleading the blood of Jesus on him . I still reminded God and said, God, it’s not ten years now! I asked you to give my father ten more years and you agreed . See when heard news in 2010 that my father was sick I was troubled, most because I was unable to travel due to those restrictions on my visa . In 2011, my father’s sickness grew worse to the point of death, though I was able to help financially I wanted to see my father face to face! That is when I became mad in worship, one morning during worship I asked God to give my father ten more years, that day I had a confirmation that God had granted my request, why? I received a word in the book of Isaiah 38:1-6, in those days Hezekiah became sick and was near death, Isaiah the man of God, the son of Amos came to him and said, The Lord says, make of those your household ready, for you will die and not live Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to God and said, O Lord, I ask to remember now how I have walked with you in truth and with a whole heart, I have done what is good in your eyes, And Hezekiah cried a bitter cry. Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying, Go and tell Hezekiah, The Lord, the God of your father David, says, I have heard your prayers, I have seen your tear, see, I will add fifteen years to your life. I spoke to God and I told Him all I wanted to tell Him . That very day as I was still in worship my elder sister sent me a text message that my father had come back to life! My sister’s message, 19th October/2018, Hello, Betty, Muzei, Daddy has come back again, his heart is beating slowly! Then I received another message from my brother, Hello Betty, He is fighting back! I was very happy when I heard that but sadly those people kept him at home, the rest Of that day and over night, they took him to hospital the following day afternoon . He was in hospital for two days and died again . I had asked for ten years from God but when my son and I finally flew to Uganda to see him December 2017, after sixteen years in UK, my father said, God, Now that I have seen Betty and I have my grandson, take me, God, I’m ready, let me die, this is what I have been waiting for, to see my grandson! On the morning we were to come back to London as I said, good bye to my father he lifted his head from the pillow and said to me, Betty, my child, will I ever see you again! I said, yes, then he said, No, I, will not see you again! I hugged him and left, I was due to fly to Uganda again 2018 Christmas to see him but he decided to go in October, he told God, I’m ready to die, I have seen what I have waiting for, that is my son and I . So inseated of visiting him on Christian as I had planned I flew back to Uganda to lay him to rest . Funny, when I flew to bury him he had been dead three days, thank God they waited for me . Kneeling beside where he was I sang praises and worshipped, others joined and danced but I was picturing and saying, what if my father comes back to life just as I saw it the dream! It did not have to happen a second time! I can’t say it did not happen! Concerning cleaning, I can admit that sometimes I feel tempted to go back when I’m lacking money to look after my son, but from December 2013 when I heard that voice in a dream, Don’t clean people’s houses again, I had never gone back to clean houses but I continued to clean the church . Cleaning church is one thing I love, I can’t explain, but there is something about it . When I was growing up in the village my mother was always cleaning the Church . Saturday evening we would go with her to clean, sweep the church compound, to arrange the sanctuary for service, to dig around the church compound and to plant flowers. Anyway, my mother died in 1995 . When I came to London I decided to continue, in 2013, I joined a new Church, life house church . I told them how I love to clean the Church and they allowed me. I used to clean Monday mornings and Wednesdays, not on salary . 2014, I started cleaning, I had had a horrible back pain for fourteen years . I left my country whole to come to England but in 2001, I fell off the bus, I was coming back from Shepherds Bush market but in 2015, I received healing through a dream . When I think about how God spared my life that day when I had that accident, I shiver and give Him praise! But how did I even fall off? The bus was moving, doors were shut but somehow I was told to open the door and get off! Which I did, I pressed the baton door and jumped off, but who told me? Reasoning now that I had come to my senses, may be I was conversing with an invisible, liar! I hit myself on the pavement, thank God I fell on my back than hitting my head! My back was affected and since I did not have a Doctor it became worse . Long story short, God intervened, in that dream we were in the Church, as we’re worshipping God came in, it’s like He came for a particular woman called Betty! I could see Betty talking to God and I could see people receiving healing . But Betty was telling God that she wanted to serve Him but back pain was stopping her from serving Him . He then touched her back and said, I have healed you, so you can serve me . It was at that time that I started shouting, calling, Jesus, Jesus, I have back pain, Then I saw Him coming to me, as I laid on my bed, He came, put His hand on my back and said, I have healed you, I want you to serve me! In that dream Jesus was healing people in the Church . I was reminded of that hymn which says, "Pass me not gentle Saviour hear my humble cry, while other art calling, do not pass me by, Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry...! When I came to my senses I realised that I had been dreaming, I got up from the bed and shook myself and there was no pain, at all, my back was healed in that dream . When I saw the other Betty I asked, if she ever suffered from back pain, but she told me she had never! So I knew God came all the way to heal me . Now when I sing that song, He touched me, I feel it more than ever . It was unexpected healing, God healed me when I was not expecting Him but I had been praying for long, especially when I couldn’t bend to clean the church and sometimes I was unable to take care of my child. The day I was to clean, I would resume worshipping God until I finished . Sometimes I would lie at the altar and worship then continue with my cleaning . I knew God was there I did not care if it was Monday or Wednesday all I knew God is always in His house . I feel/felt privileged to clean God’s house . I take it as if God lives there, it’s His home and I’m a cleaner in His House . One person can do anything just to be employed as a cleaner in a King’s house or just to wipe Ugandan President’s dinning table! So what about being a cleaner in the House of God! What an honour to hold a broom and sweep God’s house, the King of all kings and the Lord of lords! The woman I used cleaned with would look at me and say, someone looks happy! Yes, I was happy but that worship was a quiet prayer inside of me. I remember one particular day when I was busy cleaning/hovering, this lady who worked upstairs in the Church restaurant came to the main sanctuary where I was, I was busy cleaning and she was busy looking, she looked at me and said, You are too posh to be a cleaner! I switched off the hoover to hear what she had to say, of course I did not know that she would pour out such words! Without answering her I switched hoover on and continued . Though I did not open my mouth to answer her I was loud! I looked at her from top to bottom and in my heart I said to her, If only you knew where and which house I’m cleaning! I took her to be one of those people who love to go around putting others down, She said, I was too dressed up! So what can I do, wear a sack?

Anyway, being frustrated from the dream where I was cleaning the market and recovering from it I sat on my bed, yes I knew it was a dream but as I sat there it looked like I was dreaming . I said, I have heard, because I knew It was God, I was convinced that God was the one talking to me, though I sometimes feel like I hear different things . I can’t say that I hear different voices because, hundred percent I believe it’s Him who speaks but then I wonder, how many things I am I able to do? Then I realise that God is not limited but somehow it’s I, who tries to limit Him by questioning Him . And now this reminds me, of one Sunday afternoon, we’re coming from Church and this particular man who drives a Church bus thought he could just say whatever he likes/liked to me, he was trying to give me a new name which my parents did not give me, but I returned it back to him . On that beautiful Sunday afternoon as my son and I we’re getting off the bus this man looked at me and said, Betty, the limited! Betty the limited! I turned back to him and said, it goes back to sender, you are the one that is limited. Some people like to talk as if they have forgotten where they put their mouths! Since the name sounded/sounds good and you know the meaning, have it, I’m sure there is a dictionary in his home! But If it