Fostering Deeper Intimacy with God
Inspired by God, but – unlike a prophetic word – the prophetic scribing pieces typically communicate a message in another way (e.g. Poem, dream)
Recently, one evening, I felt the urge to spend time with the Father. I spoke, “Come, Lord Jesus! Come, Spirit of the Lord, fall on me and fill me with Your glory!” Soon, I saw a vision of a potter’s hands working on a clay vessel that was spinning on his wheel. I heard the words, “Released into the Potter’s hands.” Continue reading “Life on the Potter’s Wheel”
As I was soaking in God’s presence, my hands were pressed against the Lord’s hands, I was praying in tongues. I felt the tangible glory, then suddenly I was in a vision. I was in heaven at the Throne of God! Continue reading “Seated at the Throne/Table”
In a vision/experience during worship, I was at the foot of God’s throne. A place I had seen many times during prayer and worship. His throne was box shaped and completely coated in like diamond dust, silver and transparent jewels which were radiating the GRACE of God and as I pressed my hands upon the throne I was being filled with the new wine through His Holy Spirit. Continue reading “You are Loved”
How does one deal with the swirling chaos that may surround us,
Losing focus as it blinds us?
Overwhelmed and in despair,
Seems no one stops and bothers to care. Continue reading “Rest Awaits”
We may not always expect our place of preparation to be a pit as it was for Joseph (starting in Genesis 37), but such was certainly the case for me in my walk. Something my son Jonathan said to me some time ago comes to my mind a lot. When I spoke of how God seemed to use me more than I would have expected when I was in the pit, Jonathan’s reply was,“To you, it was a pit, but to God it was a place of preparation.” Continue reading “The Place of Preparation”
There is a bridal gown – white and beautiful, covered in glittery jewels making it shine bright. And as I stand looking at it, I am struck with the thought, “how can I possibly wear this?” I feel so unworthy. I feel the weight of shame from my past – innocence lost, mistakes made. The loud voices saying “You are not enough.” Continue reading “Radiant Bride”
I am startled out of a deep slumber by the sound of banging. At first I am afraid but then curiosity gets the best of me. I get out of bed and notice the whole house is so lifeless, old and dark. The only light is from the moon as it shines through the windows. There is little light to guide me as I make my way toward the sound that awoke me. I can see well enough to make out an open door at the end of the hall. As I approach the door I realize that’s where the banging is coming from. The room is completely empty. As I enter the room I can see a figure banging on the wall with bare hands like they are trying to break through. Continue reading “Complete Surrender”
Be not distraught by winter’s clime, nor let barren fields dismay. For in the spring, life presses forth as night turns into day.
Through icy winds and chilly skies, dormant lies the seed. Yet life exists where none is seen, as we follow Creator’s lead. Continue reading “Possibilities Infinite Await {poem}”
I am awakened by the sound of the wind. How I got to the wilderness I don’t know, but I am keenly aware of the ground beneath me. It’s dry and cracked with no life at all. I lift my eyes to look around and all I see is dry, barren, cracked ground. The wind sends the dust from the ground to and fro. I shield my eyes from the bright sun and the dust of this harsh landscape. Continue reading “Barren No More”
Tears stream down my face; I know the blessing is coming.
For so long I’ve been waiting, never losing faith. Continue reading “Steadfast One”