If you’ve wondered where I’ve been since I dropped off the face of the earth, just know, I’ve wondered too. For those who read my previous post, Lingering Light, you know I ended the article with a brief update on some health issues I’ve been dealing with. I lost most of 2025 due to an autoimmune disease called polyarticular psoriatic arthritis. In hindsight, I now realize I lost much of the previous year to aspects of the disease, ones presenting themselves in such a way that I misinterpreted what was happening to me.

On the heels of my brother’s early-onset dementia and his death in January of 2024, my “thinking” issues were concerning. Over time, it only worsened. I’m not one who fears death—at all—but to have to live as my brother had in his final year would be a fate worse than death. As my cognitive decline progressed, it was more than memory lapses, which I’ve always had. I couldn’t think. Most of the time, I couldn’t write beyond simple, high-level concepts. I could read and know what the words meant, but often I couldn’t understand what the string of words as sentences or especially paragraphs meant. I did better some days than others, but for the most part, I knew I was losing myself. My husband and I were both bracing ourselves for the likelihood of a dementia journey.

I kept it from most people. When I came to the end of a year-long Zoom group, I was relieved to step away. The last months of preparing for and participating in that group were a struggle. I stopped writing for Rapture Ready. I stopped posting on my site. I made on-again, off-again attempts at writing a fiction book, but my mind was too muddied and confused to accomplish much. Even on my best days, I was dimly lit, like there was a tiny flicker of the old me in there, but I was just not able to express myself. Thankfully, I was able to work through our home-build season making the decisions I needed to, but as for anything mentally creative, I just couldn’t function like the real me.

Going back as far as a decade, I had “flares” of something that was never diagnosed, severe issues with joint inflammation, fatigue, and mental confusion. I thought it may have been rheumatoid arthritis since my symptoms pointed in that direction, but a blood test showed negative. What I did know then was that being off wheat and gluten kept my joint inflammation under control and the flares at bay.

Fast forward to a couple of years ago, and I found I was able to eat wheat again with no joint pain. So, I dabbled. Who wouldn’t? Then dabbling turned into full-time bread and biscuit and pasta and pizza eating. I thought maybe my system had reset. My most famous line during my newly eating bread season was, “Why would I not?” Not-so-famous last words.

What I didn’t realize was that the disease that had been in remission for a few years was triggered by the wheat but was this time attacking my skin and creating inflammation in my brain. That inflammation, coupled with a low sodium issue I’ve dealt with for several years, convinced me that I was dealing with dementia. I passed the skin eruptions off as a change in soap and trudged along waiting for the worst. Thankfully, my joint inflammation resurfaced in March of ’25, cluing me in that something else may have been happening.

Still undiagnosed, I went off wheat again since I was positive that would help with my joints. It did. Once I did receive my diagnosis, I attacked back against a disease that was attacking me. I switched to a strict diet with no inflammatory foods. That wasn’t for sissies. I began taking handfuls of supplements. I did everything possible to avoid healthcare and pharmaceutical systems that have proven to me they aren’t to be trusted. Guess what? It worked. I do have issues at times, but I’m finding my flares are no more severe than those of family and friends with autoimmune diseases who are on medication.

My brain is coming back to life, at least for the most part, but I still have dimly lit days. I’m finishing that fiction book I started back in the spring of ’24. I’m excited to be posting here again. This to me is living, when I’m able to write. I keep telling those closest to me: I’m me again. I found long-lost Lisa. That’s what this post is about, reaquainting you with the excited-to-talk-to-you-again Lisa.

I don’t know the exact plan for ministry going forward, but I do know the general direction. My heart’s passion has always been to encourage, to disciple, to lift others up in a world determined to knock us down as believers. In anything and everything I’ve written, I hope I’ve always done this one thing: to remind us all to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus. That’s my direction, pointing to Him and His love for us.

I’m not setting expectations for myself or setting a writing schedule. I’ve found that the overuse of my arms while weeding and even a small sinus infection both triggered the disease to begin attacking my joints again. Others with autoimmune diseases have warned me that flares will likely come when exposed to viruses and even random stimuli. With that in mind, knowing I may continue to have good days and bad days, I’m just going to let this be what it needs to be. When the Lord gives me inspiration, I’ll share it with you.

My goal today was to give a more detailed reason for my disappearance, rather than just showing back up and posting again as if nothing happened. You’re my fam, and I love you. I felt you deserved more. And I want to thank those of you who have checked in on disappearing Lisa. I haven’t been the greatest at quick responses and don’t know if I will be going forward, but just know that I do read each and every message that you send.

I look forward to a new season, hopefully one fully lit and brightly shining.

Until next time,
Lisa

Hello from long-lost Lisa!!

It’s been a while, huh? I’ve had a lot happen since my last post, but now I find myself able to get back into the swing of things. I don’t intend to post on a regular basis, but I will as I’m able. Currently, I’m working on a new fiction book, so that feels like the good-old days to me. Lord willing, it will release sometime in 2026. I should be able to give you a more specific time frame closer to the end of the year.

Below is a link to my latest Rapture Ready article. I hope it’s an encouragement to you.

Lingering Light

I recently ran across a note in my Bible where I had written the words lingering light. Though there was nothing more noted, I knew what they were referring to. It’s imagery of my hope that my life and my home after the rapture will shine a lingering light for those left behind in the torment of darkness. People who ignored our warnings before the rapture and those who never heard at all will be desperate for any word of hope. Deception and lies will explain away our departure. If we don’t leave behind truth, it won’t be so easily found. I’m not sure we can even fathom how vital our roles might be in the horrific journeys of people left to face the tribulation. Our lingering light can feed empty bellies and fuel hopeless souls.

I, and others here on Rapture Ready, have written articles about how we can prepare our homes for the departure of the church. I have even offered free printouts you can use to leave in food pantries, medicine cabinets, cars, etc., places where once-honest people will have no option but to burglarize in the homes of the recently vanished. You can find those resources here.

My own home was all prepared for my departure. The insides of closet and pantry doors had large warning signs posted, telling where the missing people had gone. I had cards with the ABCs of salvation tucked between canned goods. I was ready and eagerly awaiting Jesus. Then, that same Jesus uprooted our family and started a ten-month-long process of buying land, selling our house, moving to an apartment, building a new home, and moving once again as He replanted us in another town, way out in the boonies. Read more…

If you would like to read Lisa’s previous Rapture Ready articles, you can find them here: Lisa’s Rapture Ready Articles/Series.

Other Free Resources:
Daybreak, Last Days of Light – Free ebook download

In Dwell With Jesus, I asked if we have what it takes to stand and be effective for the kingdom every moment we’re here, be it one more week or several more years. Admittedly, I don’t have what it takes. And I’m sure you’ll agree that you don’t either. Only in dwelling with Jesus do we have any hope of withstanding all that will be required of us as evil rises and the world grows only darker. We see the end is near, so close that the rapture could come at any moment or on any given day. We are quite possibly the generation who will see the rapture and with that comes the responsibility of to whom much is given, much is required (Luke 12:48).

Last time as we considered dwelling with Jesus, we examined how Jesus knew the Word, obeyed the Word, and lived out the Word, and that we must do the same. Today we’ll see that in order for us to dwell with Jesus, we must also be where He is, among people. He created people. He came for people. He taught people. He died for people. Jesus loves and is about people.

With Jesus’ heart in mind, we each must ask ourself: Am I about people?

My honest answer: I’m often more about people than I should be and am called a micromanager at times. I’m about my people, my family and friends. I’m also about the people I teach and reach through online ministry, which makes sense considering I’m a discipler. The found are typically who the Lord places within my reach. But what about lost people; how “about them” am I considering I’m not among them as often? Honest again: Not enough and rarely comfortably. Continue reading…

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In my previous Rapture Ready article, Gather Up Courage, we considered our prepositional God, the One who is with us and in us and for us and how His proximity to us allows for us as believers to gather up courage in these final days.Whether we have one day, one week, or one year (plus) before the coming of the Lord Jesus for His church in the rapture, we must respond accordingly to the blessing of being part of that final generation by becoming God’s prepositional us, a people dwelling with Jesus and being about Jesus.

I’m sure we can agree that we have already seen more than our 2020 selves ever believed we would, and we don’t dare ask what more 2024 might bring for fear that the answer to that question may very well be a national refining like we’ve never known. Whatever is to come, we must ask ourselves if we have what it takes to stand and be effective for the kingdom every moment we’re here, be it one more week or several more years.

I’ve taken inventory of me, myself, and I and have found that I don’t have what it takes. But a tap, tap, tap from within reminds me that I have Who it takes, Jesus. This prepositional us, I in Him and He in me (1 John 4:13), changes everything. He will do in me what it takes to prepare me. He will be through me that which He asks of me. But His activity in me and through me is conditioned upon my willingness to yield to Him and be used by Him. So, what does it take to shape my will to His? It takes dwelling with Jesus. Continue reading… Continue reading →

Gather Up Courage

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9)

If there’s ever been a time when we need to know our prepositional God, that He is with us and for us, it’s now (Joshua 1:9, Psalm 118:6). We need to know that He is behind and before us, and that His hand is upon us in these final darkening days (Psalm 139:5). One of my teachers taught prepositions using a tree: in a tree, beside a tree, with a tree, above a tree, etc. Over the years, God has used His pre-position, where He has always been and will always be in relation to us as believers, as a way of assuring me we’re never alone in our suffering or pain or desperation. While we as rapture watchers are waiting for Him to come, we can find courage in knowing that He’s already here. He is Immanuel, God with us (Matthew 1:23). That never changes, even and especially when we see this world spinning out of control.

I think most of us would say that we thought He would have come for us long before now. The fact that the rapture hasn’t yet happened may have many of us reeling and feeling a little stunned to be seeing the rise of evil and the fall of our nation. Make no mistake; no candidate or party will or can save us. There is only one Savior, the One who is tarrying for perfect reasons that adhere to His perfect plan. We can trust that. We can trust in Him (Isaiah 26:3). Continue reading…

I seriously thought we would be out of here in 2020, then in 2021 and 2022 and 2023. Yet here we are, still waiting and longing and hoping. Might 2024 be the year? Or will we be called to endure another year, God’s gift of time offered to this lost and dying world? If another year is required of us, how might we better embrace the waiting?

I admit, I’m not the best at waiting patiently. I’m guessing you’re not either. If you’re anything like me, you’ve done more complaining than embracing along the way. How can we not with the sorrow and turmoil we experience in our families and in this world? Some days I find it hard to view our extended time here as we wait for the Lord as an opportunity for the lost rather than a burden to the found. I’m burdened. Every. Single. Day.

I host a group on Zoom for rapture watchers. Folks from all over the U.S. meet to discuss last-days topics (You’re always invited. See more here.). Last week, Nancy (aka my mom) closed us out in prayer. She thanked the Lord for our time here (on earth) and even asked that He leave us a little while longer to reach the lost. Jokingly, I told her we were kicking her off the prayer team for asking for more time. But deep down, her prayer struck a nerve with me. It’s something I’ve written about a few times, how they, the lost, are worth our extended time here. I know we all “know” that, but it’s still a tough prayer to pray. So thanks, Mom, for praying from your heart and piercing mine. Continue reading…

Below is an advance copy of my upcoming article for Rapture Ready. Share if you’d like.

The holidays are here, more aptly, the holy days, that time of year when we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Set aside the arguments of when, specifically, the Christ child was born, and most believers will agree that December is a time when even those who don’t know Jesus as Savior are more willing to consider His birth. That’s a miracle in itself. There’s something special about this month in the hearts and minds of most, but what I’ve noticed over the years is how the trappings of the act of Christmas tend to overshadow the birth that Christmas observes. I’m as guilty of that as anyone.

We, as rapture watchers, need something true and excellent and lovely and pure to fix our eyes upon, something besides the evil of the WEF, the UN, the WHO, the IMF, the …, well, you get it. Can we take a break from the darkness rising and watch for that Christmas star signifying the coming King? I think our rapture-waiting hearts need it, to get caught up in the exquisite glory of God with us, Immanuel.

This year, my question is: How can we dwell in the holiness of Christ-mas rather than being trapped by all its trappings? Continue Reading…

For Those Who Tune Us Out

I’ve warned family and friends so much about what’s happening in the world and the soon-coming rapture that most avoid me or tune me out. Can you relate? I can’t help but wonder how Noah kept warning and preaching all those years when just my small efforts have left me feeling beaten down and defeated. Lot, on the other hand, found out and took off in the same day of the city’s destruction. If you look at it from the sake of ease, Lot had the better deal than Noah. We can’t want Lot’s lot (sorry, I had to go there) and hope for ease. In that case, if we were to be warned and removed in the same day of the rapture, then our loved ones wouldn’t have our nagging voices in their heads, and our homes wouldn’t be filled with help and encouragement for the left behind.

So we, for an undetermined period of time, are stuck with Noah’s lot, trying to warn those who tune us out. Like Noah, we are to watch and wait and warn. If I’m honest, though, I’m far from being like Noah. I’m watching and waiting for Jesus every day, but I find my warnings have been waning, especially this past year.

I don’t get out much since I write from home. Other than grocery store runs and the same two or three restaurants I frequent, I don’t have occasion to interact with people as often as most, so it’s difficult to build a relationship with someone which would allow me to warn about the rapture. Sure, I could blurt it out while the check-out person does their beep, beep, beep scanning of my food, but that will only paint me as a lunatic. People are kind of funny about getting world news from a lunatic, so I hold back. I find myself frustrated that the world as we know it will soon tragically change, and I have no outlet for that information. Can you relate to that too? Continue Reading…

Hi Gathering Family,

I hope you’ve enjoyed the topic of embracing your design. This week, we will move into part two where you will take an introspective look at how God has uniquely designed you to determine how you might make an impact here at the end of the world as we know it. Continue reading →

Ready for some more heavenly hope? If you missed the first installment of this topic, you can find the Rapture Ready article here: “Heavenly Hope.” We rapture watchers sure do need an ample dose of hope most days to keep us hanging on. If you’re anything like me, you thought we would be outta here by now. While the world goes crazier than we ever thought we would see and attacks on us and our families only intensify, many of us are becoming battle weary and experiencing deep despair. Some days and some seasons, it all simply becomes too much to handle, our hope wanes, and we try our best to escape the battlefield.

Bad news alert: It’s only going to get worse. There’s not much I see on the horizon in the way of relief other than Jesus. The closer the devil gets to his foretold end, the more his demonic activity is going to ramp up and his attacks intensify. My family and your family are targets and will remain in the enemy’s crosshairs. Without hope, how are we to stand firm? The loss of hope can turn catastrophic in the life of a believer and allow the devil’s predictable opposition to become unforeseen oppression. We noted in the previous installment how opposition stands in our way, but is surmountable, whereas oppression stands on our head and sits us down. Continue reading…