Tuesday 6 December 2022

Fractured sleep, and awoke misaligned, an aching lower back. The Lord called me to walk it out, so I was on the beach with Luke at 5am. The wind is cold and insistent.

A number of ships and barges are on the horizon; where are they bound, Lord? The running lights seem to move slowly, but I know by the wind and waves that there is powerful motion out there. “Father, protect those that sail on your sea.”

His reply startled me, for my heart had been troubled by incessant noise, ‘headlines’, and heartache for the ugly divisions between peoples of America, and between nations.

            Hear Me child: So many of My people are squabbling in a sea of mud, wallowing in a soup of words and money, never looking up at Me. Have I not called again and again to come up higher? The tactics of your enemy are exactly to keep you at that level, despairing for high ground, clean air, streams of Living Water to wash you clean. For all the vastness and beauty of My earth, under an Open Heaven, so many are bound in the mud, less than 6 feet from the surface.

            Consider, child, the lies that bind them there, the lies that vex your spirit.

There is a long silence while we walk and soak in His words. He lifts my vision up for a nano-second: the earth appears to be shrouded in thin layers of swirling symbols, spun out by media, government, entertainment. There are masses of people hurling words back and forth horizontally. I see others appearing as spikes or towers lifting up through the shrouds and I realize they are the faithful remnant, rising up on praise and prayer! The more I look around, the more joy I feel at just how many there are.

He gently sets me back on the sandy shore.

            When you hear Me, when you are thinking of my Kingdom, the muck and mire have no hold on you.