Love Your Enemies - Amiina, Betty
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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 sitting on but going to work, as I checked my phone to see the time, I couldn't tell because it had become blank. I asked someone to tell me the time but his wrist watch was also blank. No one was able to tell me time because all phones and watches were blank, but as I was getting frustrated I heard a voice, "No time left! It was at this time that I heard myself talking,…mehr

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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 sitting on but going to work, as I checked my phone to see the time, I couldn't tell because it had become blank. I asked someone to tell me the time but his wrist watch was also blank. No one was able to tell me time because all phones and watches were blank, but as I was getting frustrated I heard a voice, "No time left! It was at this time that I heard myself talking, telling those people on a bus, "Jesus is coming, repent! Wandering around in heaven, as I slept that night 3rd 3/2016, I had a dream where I was going to attend a wedding party in heaven. It was difficult reaching there but when I finally reached I was eager to see Jesus but I did not see Him. The place where I was so beautiful, though I thought I was one side of heaven. I heard music but I did join, wandering around looking to see Jesus, I instead heard His voice, "Love your enemies! I was given a job to wash people's feet. 2015, that as I slept in the dream I heard very rushing wind, I remember that I became so cold and I was shivering. My mouth became so heavy, I was unable to say a word but then I heard a voice, "Tell them, I don't love cigarettes, smoking smells around me. Everything I saw I saw is recorded in the book.
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Meet the author with no education; Betty Amiina, I was born and raised in Uganda but now lives in United Kingdom. God has blessed me with a wonderful son, Isaiah Wisdom Mujuni. I introduce myself as the author without school education, but that did not stop me from becoming what God created me to be. Yes it could have taken time, but better late than never! I refused to be ruled by a life without education. My studies, I studied up primary seven back in that rural village. It's so funny that I have taken Bible to be that teacher whom I should have had! I have written over four hundred songs in English to the glory of God. God created me to worship Him, to give Him glory. He cannot really praise Himself. I discovered that the reason God made me was for His own pleasure. I remember a voice telling me in a dream in, I give you the handwriting of the holy sprit! I may not have understood the dream but I received it! It had taken a long time to forgive my father for not giving me education. Back then I remember that I wanted education so well, my mother was fighting hard to support me but she couldn't. I remember that one time while still in Uganda hatred crept into my heart and I felt like I hated my father, just for refusing me education. I tried hard to tell myself that I loved my father but it was hard! Back in Uganda I remember asking myself this question, Betty, for how long will you continue to blame your 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 it was hard to forgive him. Then one time after many years of living in UK , I sat down and I spoke these words to myself, I said, daddy, for everything you have ever done to me, I have forgiven you. It's like he was sitting beside me, I felt so good in my heart, I was not feeling heavy any more! At that moment I felt my Windows were opened and God could now hear me. To my experience no doubt, there is a blessing which is attached to a father. After settling that matter I turned to God and asked Him to be my teacher, one night I had a dream, in that dream I was reading, on the table, there was a lamp and I saw a finger running through pages. It was in that dream that I heard the voice, I have given the gift of writing! God is the best teacher. After fighting hard for many years, I don't know if it is out of disappointment or not but I decided to be intentional, on purpose. It's as if I said, OK, let me see who has power over me, education or God!