Wednesday 6 September 2023
Another night of fractured sleep. Wide awake at 4, with a gentle voice whispering in my ear:
Get up and come out here.
Luke and I were out in the semi-darkness at 5. I was called to the waters edge. I thought about how much water there is compared to land, thought about the ‘laws’ of physics which try to help us understand how ‘gravity’ and ‘density’ hold all that water in its place, hold my feet to the ground. There was a deep laugh when I thought the word ‘laws’. I stood silently, waiting, staring out at the horizon, listening, feeling the cadence of the morning, the heartbeat of the water.
You do not go into, go onto the water very far without a boat. What don’t you see, child?
“I don’t see any boats, Lord. Not a one, as far as these eyes can look.”
You will see many more as you return to a different pace and structure.
I thought about that for a while. I could picture in my mind’s eye the waters busy with boats, carrying goods and cargo, carrying people to and fro. I asked, “At the pace of sail, Father?” But there was no more insight for the moment, except from Psalm 104: 25-26,
25There is the sea, vast and spacious,
teeming with creatures beyond number—
living things both large and small.
26 There the ships go to and fro,
and Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.
Sunrise now, and the clouds are brilliantly lit. There is something that looks like a hammer or … a symbol, a letter character. It looks like ‘daleth”, which may represent a door. “Tell me more, Lord.”
Later that morning, I hear Him quite clearly:
There are things your military must do in these coming times – more that just legal tribunals. They must do war things, and there are things you must do: Stand strong, facing forward, clear-eyed, when you see casualties. Do not lose focus on Me, on My orders and plans.