Look Who Just Walked In

By Bette Voller

God speaks to her through dreams and that gentle small voice. She is an every day sinner like every one else. This type of guidance is nothing new. Is God talking to you? Read of her experiences and reflect on your own life. You could be experiencing similar guidance from God and not know it. Let God walk into your life. Walk with Bette through the pain of an affair, the divorce of her husband and the death of her oldest child. How she relied on Gods help with all the pain and sorrow and came out of it a better person.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Mar 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781512735840

Bette Voller

Bette grew up in a small town in North Dakota. Born the unwanted child to alcoholic parents, she has relied on her connection with God to guide her through life. She was aware of this connection to Him even as a young child, but did not know the value of it’s significance. It has taken Bette most of her life, and a gentle push from God, to openly talk about it. Bette is alive today because she listened to a warning she received years ago from God. Faith in God is a journey we all go on through out life. Be inspired and become aware of your own connection to God.

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Chapter 1

I didn't see my daughter Amanda sitting at the other end of the table in our dining room, but it was her voice I heard. She announced, Look who just walked in! It was God. He was answering my prayer. He was blessing me with His almighty presence. God was bringing my deceased daughter to me in a dream so I could hug and kiss her one last time.

His entrance was instantaneous, as if a huge, forceful gush of water filled the room. The walls, ceiling, and floor disappeared. The entire area was replaced with a white brilliance. His magnificent presence was suspended in midair, and a golden glow surrounding Him as if a fire were burning in the background.

He was clothed in a white gown that reached down to His feet so that only His toes were showing. His robe was purple, and it appeared as though there were gold and silver threads woven within the fabric. The color was not a dark purple, and yet not a light lilac. It was a color that I had never seen on this earth. There was no collar, and a thick, braided gold rope ran from the neck down His arms to the ends of the sleeves. The robe glistened as if there were light within the fabric itself. His arms were stretched out with the palms facing forward as though He was going to envelop me in His embrace.

His hair was brown with flecks of gold. I did not see distinctive facial features, but His face was pure beauty and transmitted to me a feeling of supreme love. I had never seen a face so beautiful in all my life on this earth. The immense love that I felt was overwhelming. It impacted my body with the force of an exploding bomb. Instantaneously an amazing peace penetrated my soul and encapsulated my entire being. To say that I felt loved would be a huge understatement. If I were to try and express the loving feeling, I would have to think of my most-loved moment on this earth and multiply it by millions. I would then be close to that feeling of love that I experienced in His presence. What I saw and felt that morning in my dream will live in my heart and mind for the rest of my life.

It was April 11, 2010, the first Sunday after Easter. I had set my alarm for 8:30 a.m., and when it rang, I had turned it off and immediately fallen back into a deep sleep. I woke up again at 10:30 a.m., and church was just starting. I would miss services that morning.

I got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. At the threshold of the doorway, my dream flooded into my mind. My whole body suddenly became hot and damp. I was sweating as if the temperature in the house was a hundred and ten degrees. I had to grab the frame of the doorway to support myself. My knees started to buckle as my body became weak and started to shake. The realization of what had just happened took my breath away. As I stood there, my entire dream replayed in my mind like a movie. Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I was trembling as I covered my mouth with my hands.

I just stared forward and watched it in my mind several times. I needed to remember every detail. I needed to feel all the emotions and experience them again and again. I wanted them to be frozen for all time in my mind and soul.

Still trembling, I went to the nightstand, picked up my cell phone, and called my daughter, Amanda. I wanted to share the joy I was experiencing with her. She knew of my nightly prayer to God. She was the one person that always believed when I told her of situations that would happen in the future that God was letting me know about.

She lived next door, so she was in my bedroom within minutes. As I related my entire dream to her, she sat silently on the end of my bed and smiled. When I was done telling her my experience, she said, See! I told you God would answer your prayer.

I asked her, Do you think this could be a figment of my imagination because I have wanted this for so long?

Amanda replied, Mom, there have been so many times that you have known about things before they happened. You have had dreams that have come true. I think it's true, Mom! God has answered your prayer!

Amanda then looked at her watch and said, Let's go to the church, and you can talk to Pastor Gordy about it.

When Amanda and I arrived at the church, services were just ending. We sat down on a bench in the vestibule of the church. Pastor Gordy was busy at the back sanctuary of the church, shaking everyone's hands and thanking them for attending services that day.

As we sat there waiting, one of the ladies whom I know through church came over to talk to me.

She said, You appear to be glowing with happiness.

She asked me, What has happened to bring about such joy?

I relayed to her the dream I'd had that morning. I got that look, a look I had become accustomed to over the years, as if I had the plague or some terrible disease and people just wanted to get away from me. This was a look of disbelief, and I was used to that kind of a reaction.

People who are not open to God guiding them through a voice, speaking to them in their minds, or coming to them in dreams do not understand that kind of a connection with Him. I am not saying that they do not believe in God; they just have not experienced that kind of guidance from Him.

For God (does reveal His will; He) speaks not only once, but more than once, even though men do not regard it (including you Job). (One may hear God's voice) in a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men while slumbering upon the bed. (Job 33:14--15)

As she turned and walked away, another woman from the congregation came over to talk to me. She asked me why I was all smiles, and commented that she had not seen a smile on my face in several months. I told her of my nightly prayer to God, the dream I'd had that morning, and my need to talk to Pastor Gordy about it.

She smiled and yelled, We have our Easter miracle!

She then turned and ran up the steps into the church and informed Pastor Gordy that I wanted to talk to him.

After Pastor Gordy had completed his farewells to the parishioners, he stood outside his office door and motioned for me to join him.

Chapter 2

D uring my life, it has been my experience that most people do not want to talk about God. It is a subject that is only to be discussed in church on Sunday mornings. When I bring God into a conversation or state something about Him and how He told me something in a dream or vision, I usually get that look. People seem to be ashamed or embarrassed to admit that they have faith in God.

We need to profess our faith and believe in our Lord. Don't be afraid to talk about the love and blessings He has bestowed upon you in your life. I have learned to be proud of the connection I have with God. I believe we all need to profess our faith in our Lord more often and discuss our spirituality more openly.

Therefore, everyone who acknowledges Me before men and confesses Me (out of a state of oneness with Me), I will also acknowledge him before My Father Who is in heaven And confess (that I am abiding in) him. (Matthew 10:32)

It has taken me over fifty years to realize and understand that God has been with me on a daily basis and has been directing my life. Through good and bad, He has been there helping me. I have to admit I didn't always give Him the praise or thanks that He deserved. His love for me has been tested many times. I am thankful that He did not give up on me. He has intervened in my life on many occasions through thoughts and dreams. I have learned to trust in His direction and know that it is for my good and for those that I love.

The steps of a (good) man are directed and established by the Lord when He delights in his way (and He busies Himself with his every step). Though he falls, he shall not be utterly cast down, for the Lord grasps his hand in support and upholds him. (Psalm 37: 23--24)

We are all born into sin and need God's love and divine intervention to guide us throughout our lives. His love for us is unconditional, and He will bless us with His goodness if only we go to Him through prayer. His presence in our lives is continual. He is with us from the moment we are born until the day we die. Our lives are not directed by man, but God. We are His children and we belong to Him. If you have faith, and believe God sent His Son to be our savior, He will guide you in love and kindness, and communicate His wishes to you.

Your word is like a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. (Psalm 119:105)

My life has not been easy. I know the trials God has put before me have made me a stronger person. I had to experience all the pain and sorrow to get to the point where I am today. I needed to learn the value of God's love and come to appreciate His understanding. I had to learn to look for the good and not dwell on the bad. My faith and belief in God was evident from an early age. I now understand why He has always been there guiding and helping me my entire life.

As a child growing up, my mother taught me the value of praying to God. I was told that if I was baptized and prayed to God, I would go to heaven to live with Him when I died.

She told me, In heaven the streets are paved in gold. There is no crying, no pain, everything is beautiful, and you'll live forever and ever.

Being a small child, it was hard for me to imagine living forever and ever. Everything I knew had a time frame and ended. If I was playing, it ended. If I was watching cartoons, they ended. If I was eating a meal, it ended. Even today, as an adult, it is hard to grasp the concept that life in heaven with God is never ending.

My mother also told me about Satan. He was a beautiful angel who