Thursday 13 July 2023

I had taken the car into a shop for some new tires and was sitting outside in the warm morning air at a nearby coffee shop, waiting. I was considering a journey with the Lord, when Spirit moved me to ask, “Where are we, Lord, where are we going?”

            You are my navigator, are you not? When you set the scene, you are marking your position in time and space, but that position is not static – it is dynamic.

            Ask me now and ask me again. You may think the answer is different, and your answer may be different when people ask you.

            Yet you, my watchman, my vine-dresser, you know the note that is true in the wind. And you know the difference between My wind and the winds that swirl and buffet.

            You know to trust your internal Spirit, your inertial senses that tell you to trust and obey, when your earthly dashboard is saying “check engine.”

            Consider My non-dimensional charts, child, to remember navigation in the Spirit. I set course and direction, speed and certainty. I know when your obedience sings in the wind like a magnificently tuned backstay.

            Put your fingers on My sail and touch My driving force. Set your face forward and your eyes to My horizon. You are arriving though you do not yet see the coast nor light of port.

            You are at General Quarters, even at Battle Stations. Do not relent, but Love.

Here are two words that I heard from the Lord back in October 2022. It feels appropriate that He asks me to release them now, nine months later, when they are ready for birthing.

Wednesday 5 October 2022

It is overcast, gray and spitting rain, blowing hard at 630. The ocean is wildly churned up, pounding the shore, birds of all sizes soaring, wheeling, hovering in the heavy wind. The driving spray makes my eyes sting. The sea and sky and gray clouds seem to be one color, one consistency, making the horizon invisible.

As I stare into the wind, He asks me:

            What do you say My Kingdom looks like, child? What do say My Glory looks like? For I want you to say what you imagine, I want all who believe in Me to say what they imagine, for that is the vision that my united remnant will say and sing with each other. Each different yet powerfully together in ever-present Love and Knowledge of Me.

I am quietly repeating these words: “For thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory.” He holds my thoughts captive, focused on Him, and He knows without my saying anything that I am thinking of harmony, resonance, peace, justice, righteousness, truth, freedom, holy work, compassion, forgiveness, salvation, atonement. I am thinking that the Kingdom is a time as well as a place. He continues:

            You are ridiculed and scorned by many when you say those things, for I know what is said against My prophets and apostles, evangelists and teachers, what is said against My children who faithfully stand with Me. Because, child, they are mocking Me when they speak against My Kingdom.

Thursday 6 October 2022

“You shall know them by their fruits.[1]”

We believe we know what this means to each one of us personally, but do we know what it means as a Nation? What are the fruits of our Nation? Are they Kingdom attributes or are they unrestricted warfare on the people of the Nation?

What do we produce, what is our Nation’s output, its fruit? The relentless attack on people demonstrates the weapons used: drugs, pharmaceuticals, chemicals and information. The toll is horrific in vast numbers of people killed, maimed and wounded.

“Lord, how can this be, how can this continue? All your beautiful children, mutilated, poisoned, lied to, manipulated. The future of your remnant, the future generations, targeted and being killed.”

What is the output of a Nation? Why is this happening? Why do we grow companies and organizations and governments that do this, and why is our resource being poured out by the billions for it?

I say out loud “It’s evil greed, Father.”

            It is bloodlust, child. They want your blood, your bodies, and they want your breathing to cease. They think this will take you from Me, but My Blood is Liquid Spirit, My Body is Solid Spirit, My Breath is Living Fire Spirit. That is why I told you to take of My Body and Blood. That is why I breathed on my disciples. Your bodies are My handiwork, and My blood runs in your veins. My Spirit is in every breath you take. Your heartbeats and breathing are Mine, child.

            Remember the Trail of Tears. What was done to the tribes is being done to you today. The foul thing you call a government is guilty of causing and allowing disease, sickness and mind-destroying sorcery. Deception, deceit, oppression, corruption, injustice, pain and misery are the signs of a Nation under such cursed rule.

            I taught these words: Thy Kingdom Come! When you pray them, you MUST believe them! Now is your time, My children, for you to prophesy, proclaim and declare what you know to be True about My Kingdom. For you WILL BE a righteous Nation.

What does a Kingdom Nation look like? What will we do, what will be our Kingdom fruits?

Psalm 146 says this:

“He upholds the cause of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind,
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.”

So, we hold up this vision of out Godly Nation:

• We are Free, and all Nations will be free. Tyranny and autocratic oppression will cease
• We will feed our Nation from our magnificent abundance and share with all Nations from their abundance
• We live in righteous justice, we set free those unrightly imprisoned
• We will be a Nation in which the eyes of all will be on You, and none will be blind to the Truth of Your Love, Mercy, Compassion, Nurture and Joy
• All those who have been injured will be healed. We will be a Nation of healthy, vibrant, thriving children of God for generations and generations
• We will live in righteous relationship with You, God Almighty. We will live in righteous relations with each other.

[1] Matthew 7:15-20 (NIV) ¹⁵“Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. ¹⁶By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? ¹⁷Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. ¹⁸A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. ¹⁹Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. ²⁰Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.

Monday 10 July 2023

4:30 am, and the sky is just barely lightening. The moment I am awake, the Lord whispers:

            The Battle is Joined.

A chill runs over me, because I know that it is “go” time. I am on the beach at 5:30 with Luke, repeating this verse from Psalm 91:

^(v7)A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.

“Lord, steel my heart, check my armor. Put me in position, and I will stand and fight.”

It has taken a couple of weeks for this word to reach maturity. With His blessing, I release it now.

Wednesday 21 June 2023

After a night full of dreams, I was wide awake at first light, and on the beach with Luke before 5.

[Music in my ears: “A Day in the Life”, John Lennon, with Paul McCartney, 1967]

I was listening to this music when the lyric “I’d love to turn you on …” came around, and the Lord asked me:

            How do you light a darkened place, child? You ‘turn on’ a light, or ‘flip a switch.’ Your truck sits waiting patiently for you, all potential energy waiting for command and control, until you …

He waited for me to answer, “Put the key in it and turn it on, Lord.”

Monday 3 July 2023

There had been thunder and fireworks late into the previous evening; we had spent our time holding and comforting the dogs, who were shivering and shaking. So, after a night of fractured sleep, very much out of any peaceful sleep rhythm, I was on the beach at 5:15 with Luke. It was warm and humid, and light showers filled the air. Only the sounds of birds and muted surf filled my ears. I started to ask, to inquire, “Lord …,” when his beautiful voice overwhelmed any other sounds:

            Give yourself over to My Presence, and I will do everything else.

The birds and waves re-appeared in my ears, and something else: a weight, a pressure, that pushed out of me the un-formed questions about everything else.