My children have seen me weeping and concerned for loved ones of late who are struggling with their walk in this life, as the enemy of their soul, who sees the prophecies, who sees the calling and the gifting, reaches out and tries to destroy them before they can fulfill the life the Lord has spoken over them.  

     When they asked me about it, I told them the story of a man who was once an alcoholic and one day his wife could not take it anymore.  She told him, "You can choose to live with Jack Daniels or you can choose to live with me, but you can't have the both of us."  That wife was Laura Bush and at that time, the Devil was trying to destroy her husband, yet he had a wife who was interceding.  And George W. went on to renew his walk with the Lord, and go to church, teach Sunday school, go to Bible studies, and God raised him up to fulfill the prophetic promises over his life, as he became the president of our country and the leader of the free world.  

     He chose the right path.  There was another path - a path of despair.  Yet, somehow the Lord gave him the grace and the strength to leave the old ways behind and begin life anew.  Many of us, too, have destinies and promises over our lives.  May we stand on the side of God and believe that he will bring forth that, which he has promised, as we walk the paths of righteousness.

        I've had a supernatural connection with Paul for 15 years seeing him in so many dreams and visions, and not knowing why.  I've seen his mom in heaven praying for him. Sometimes when I wake up I know in the spirit how Paul is feeling that day.  I've asked the Lord many times, "Why do you show me all of this stuff ; why do you want me to know?"  His answer:  "So that you would have the heart to love and care."  Many times the Lord showed me Paul leaving the ministry place he was in and going to the next one months before happened. I saw the angels release him from Wimber's ministry. I saw his return to Kansas City. There was a dream of him in Rick's home and ministry before he arrived and another where Paul told me he was leaving - all months and sometimes years before they took place in the natural. 

     One time the Lord told me to make Paul a pot of chicken soup; I didn't know what God meant. Then I had a dream of Paul in a hospital bed where I brought him a book - "Words from the Father for Paul Cain".  I went on to make two books of prophecy for Paul over the years containing all of the visions and dreams I've had of him and other prophets - anything that had to do with the prophetic movement, poems for the prophets, many of Don's prophecies - a lot of what is on our website, but other that we were not allowed to share publicly.

     12 years ago, we were in prayer and Don gave a prophecy where the Lord said that we would stand by the side of Paul Cain one day, and neither one of us believed it. And then we heard an angel of the Lord speak saying, "I am Gabriel who stands in the presence of the Almighty and I testify to the words He has spoken." That's just one of those words you tuck away in your heart.  When the prophets released statements of Paul several weeks ago, as I was driving and in tears praying for him, and the Holy Spirit brought back that experience to my mind and said these words, "You were told you would stand by his side." Then I believe the Lord showed me a meaning for those words, "Stand by his side," is something one does in comfort.  You stand by the side of one who's accused. You stand by the side of someone going through great physical pain or turmoil and you are there as a support and also sometimes as a shield. 

     Then in the Spirit realm I saw Paul standing in the dirt. There were those with stones gathered around to stone him and I saw my husband, Don, stand between Paul and the men who were throwing the stones, putting his body as a shield between the angry mob and the elder prophet.  When I got home, I went to the computer, because I had a sense and a knowing that Paul would check the website soon for prayers concerning him at this time, and I began to type and pray and cry and post my prayer there on the page of prayers for Paul.  On the night of the election, Paul did come and he was touched by those words - by the prayers of the people from around the world for him.

                       Vision of Paul's torn mantle:  

        Several years ago, I had a vision of Paul as he lay at death's door; he was in my home bed ridden as I was feeding him chicken soup.  He had placed his mantle in my husband's care for safe keeping. It was known among the ranks, of two prophets who both argued and fought over Paul's mantle saying, "I'm the elder." "No, I'm the elder."  "I'll receive it."  "No, I shall."  Words became blows and blows became swords but each was an equal match to the other.  Finally, under the cover of night, one of the prophets came upon the other unawares, pulled out his knife and stabbed his brother from behind.  It's a deadly blow, and the one with the knife pulls the other off to the side of the road and leaves him there to die.  The next day, there is a great procession and funeral for the fallen prophet; the people follow behind his body not believing he is gone as it is placed into a sarcophagus within a crypt.

     My husband lingers there, as do I, when in from the shadows comes the prophet who had slain his brother.  Seeing the glint of the knife in his hands still with the telltale signs of blood, my husband turns from his mourning to angrily say.  "Do you come to fight with me now?  Hasn't enough blood been spilled this day? You two, who could not come to terms in friendship, who could not join arms to fight side by side, you two, who could have united the brotherhood, yet chose instead to rip and tear at each others' kingdoms, you who could not even sit together at the table of the Lord, and chose to fight endlessly so consumed by your lust and desire for the mantle of another, that you would even take it from him while he yet lives... if it's this mantle that you desire so badly, that you would kill your very brother just to lay hold of it, then you two shall have it!"   

     Reaching inside of his cloak my husband pulls out the mantle of Paul Cain from around his neck ripping it asunder from top to bottom.  One half is thrown to the prophet in the shadows, and the other half he gently wraps around the stone figure of the prophet who was slain saying, "Though I was your enemy, you were never mine."   The prophet in the shadows throws the torn portion of the mantle to the ground, as he stomps upon it saying, "I have no use of a mantle that's ragged and torn."

     When all is quiet and the prophets have gone, I slip from my hiding place having witnessed all that took place.  With tears I reach down to pick up the portion of Paul's mantle from off the ground, then turn to retrieve the other half from off the figure of stone.  Taking them to my secret place, the pieces of cloth are sewn by hand back together again with a scarlet cord and kept hidden from view.

     Some time later, Paul begins to reminisce of his mantle saying he wished he had it to hold onto just one more time.  I say, "But it's here; it's been here all along," and reach into my sewing basket pulling out the mantle and placing it into his hands once again.  He runs his fingers over the scarlet cord with tears coming into his eyes, but then he calls over a young lad who is playing nearby and places the mantle around his shoulders.  Then Paul slips into eternity with his laughter echoing down the hallways as he hears the young boy scamper about giving words of knowledge about everyone in the house just as he had in his younger days - naming everyone's sins.

        Comments:  I'm not sure at all what all this means, and I don't even want to know, yet what I do know is that the Lord has given me a heart of a mother for Paul; it's been there for many years and I know he has his purpose in it.  It is a heart that will shield and love and help.  We are going to fight the hordes of darkness coming against those with a prophetic call upon their lives.  We are here to protect and to defend the prophetic words of the Lord and there would not be any without his prophets. What does it say on the Roundtable website..." Dedicated to preserving the prophetic word of the Lord."  The theme song for the ministry is "Lord, have mercy."  It's the cry of our hearts.

     This is a house of hope. Our home is to be a safe place, in order to redeem, in order to restore, in order to protect, and to never give up on the dreams of God until he says to stop praying, as he spoke to Samuel. Until that day comes we will pray and obey and believe in the dreams of our Lord for his sons and daughters that his perfect will for their lives would come forth upon the earth. 

~ Bonnie Franklin