This photo captures when we lived in Myrtle Beach preparing for Hurricane Irma in 2017. God told me a few weeks in advance of her arrival that a storm was coming, to get ready, and that we didn’t need to evacuate, but it would be intense. He said on 9/9 the storm would shift, which on 9/9 is when it took the western track up Florida’s Gulf Coast, and that even Charleston would be affected. Turns out Charleston, being on the northeast side of that ernormous hurricane was slammed with fires, tornados, and flooding. I told the Lord Jerry is never going to believe me, but He said, “I’ll take care of Jerry.” So about an hour later I summoned the courage to tell Jerry (considering I would need his cooperation to prepare) and he somberly replied, “I know, the Lord told me about an hour ago.” He’s a good, good Abba.
Consequently, we started preparing by creating a hurricane bin full of supplies and boarding up our windows. We warned our neighbors and management to not listen to weather reports but to board up the front office full of glass and the indoor pool full of glass. Meanwhile, the local weather kept saying we won’t be affected. At first, people thought we were crazy like Noah building the ark. But a few neighbors did also. Unfortunately, management listened to the weatherman and consequently most of the indoor pool’s large glass windows were blown in and shattered as well as the front office windows and glass above leaked heavily flooding the office for failure to board up. They were scrambling during the storm to board up from the inside. A small suspected tornado passed through picking up pool furniture slamming it into things, a huge wooden welcoming sign completely blew away never to be seen again, brick veneer pulled away from the building’s structure, etc. I also warned Charleston on social media prior to the storm and was called a false prophet, but I guess they realized otherwise when the city was affected.
After all that, the management/board of directors heeded my voice and eventually made me President until I called board members out on their fiscal corruption, then the deceitful campaigned to silence me and terminate me from the BOD. Funny thing is about 6 months in advance, the Lord also told me I would be President of that Board and it would be a test. Without me having to campaign or do any striving in of myself, the former President, who was resigning due to selling his condo, sent out a mass email to all the homeowners and the current Board campaigning for me to be his replacement due to my property management experience. So that is how I got to be President of the Board. The test was if I wanted the power/authority more than integrity…Would I comply to the corruption of the good ole boys or would I stand up for truth? Would I endure “the storm”..the backlash for what was right or love the title more? It was not fun being hated, but it was necessary. Even so, God used it all for me to not just fix up my condo, but we upgraded much needed areas around the entire resort as a board member. Months later, when Abba said, “List it NOW.”, we got a contract 10 days later and nearly doubled our money.
Moral of all this is :Always listen to God and refuse to care what mankind says.