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The Watchmen

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As I painted tonight, this face began to emerge from the scratching and mark-making.  Jumbled thoughts began to rummage through my mind from deep within my spirit and, as I stepped back to view the painting, their meaning became more clear.   God has had hidden ones who have watched from a distance the drawing away of hearts from the central truths of the gospel and the coming of darkness upon the land. They have seen and interceded with hearts that drip heavy with sorrow. Alone, they have stood on the walls, peering into a realm that is rarely spoken of and yet that has been their place.  They have been quiet in the night as they guarded what has been given, faithfully standing in sleet and gale on the towers and the ramparts.  Many have journaled their thoughts and prayers, spilling words out onto paper even as they have wept in their wondering and waiting. These intercessors who are watchmen have known not to speak of what they have seen or to release it.  Until now.   "I will

Leanness of Soul

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  “God’s people are starving while seated at the Father’s table.”  A. W. Tozer, 1948 In this world of relentless waves and streams of social media, it is easy to sit and feast upon the richness and fatness of every nuance of teacher, prophet, apostle, and seer.  Yet, instead of reorienting tired souls, it has created a flailing cacophony of discordant sounds with its mixture of messages that leave one anemic and sickly of soul. Let me illustrate this with a personal story.  Many years ago, long before social media and CDs, I would order and listen to cassette tapes from one specific teacher, even falling asleep to the messages playing through my headphones at night. He was an excellent teacher and very captivating.  Then there came a day of reckoning where God shook me (that is another story for another day) awake and showed me how I had replaced His word with this teacher and his teaching.  I had begun to make an idol out of this teacher and conviction came as time after time, I was s

Deep Calls To Deep

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"...But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door and pray to your Father in secret. And your Father, who sees in secret, will reward you” (Matthew 6:6). This season my heart is being moved to set aside a regular, consistent time to be with God.  There is an increasing longing to lift up the eyes of my heart to Him, sitting in His Presence and listening to the music of heaven; to experience His Presence which is closer than breathing. This pulling aside from "the doing" is resonating deep, like the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline. There are such subtle (and often, not so subtle) expectations that are put upon us or that which we put upon ourselves where we feel that we should be doing "this" or "that".  But what if, your journey and calling are different?  Trying to be forced into a round hole when we are a square peg is not only detrimental but dangerous to our spiritual health.   A few days ago, I was listening to a wonderfu

A realignment is coming

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  I am finding something rising up within me when I hear empty words that have little meaning.  Words, like "shift" and "God, is doing a new thing", phrases that are used every week as if God has shifted this week and then He will shift again the next.  Or, the new thing this month and then He is onto a new thing the next.  Yes, I do believe that God has times and seasons but this grasping for something new or different every month has a shallowness that is based upon fleeting emotions or the "flavor of the month" that is often "prophesied" by so many who have online platforms and which are then reposted over and over again into our newsfeed God is realigning His church however with the plumb line of His word.  Plumb line is referenced a few times in the bible and used in regards to making sure a building is structurally sound: Amos 7:7–8  says, “This is what he showed me: The Lord was standing by a wall that had been built true to plumb, with a

The Winds Of God

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  The wind  is a powerful and mysterious force. It blows where it will and cannot be controlled by man. Over the centuries many have tried to predict how the wind will blow in order to harness its mighty power but it is variable and difficult to manage as many factors affect it, even the number of leaves on nearby trees. The breath of God is like the wind. The Hebrew word “spirit”   (RUAKH)   basically means “wind or breath”. When God breathes it is literally “air in motion” and, like the wind, we cannot always predict what God is going to do. He is not under our control. We can count on Him moving but we cannot count on Him moving according to our own expectation. Nor can we count on Him moving the same way as He has done before in our lives.  However, although we cannot completely understand how He moves or when He moves, God wants us to discern His wind and where His breath will blow, preparing ourselves to turn into that wind like a windmill does.  Windmills are designed to take
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A time of contemplation As I gather my thoughts And ponder a few things That have arrested my heart Over the past week. This morning I heard Rebecca Mention about going back (Paraphrasing here) To "basics" of what God Deposited within "way back when" As there are threads of purpose Interwoven over the years. I am also reminded of Elijah, Where, after glorious miracles, God told him to "Go back the way you came.." (1 Kings 19:15). Back to the beginning. Then, in bible study today (which was awesome), Patricia made a comment about how God is fine-tuning us To be bold in saying "yes" and bold in saying "no" To those things that pull on us, being able to discern That which is not ours for this time or season And then stepping out into that which is, Not conforming to the expectations of others But rediscovering that which has already Been deposited, prepared for us beforehand. (Ephesians 2:10)
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  When life is stilled And you stand On that precipice Overlooking the fallow And harrowed ground This season that stretches long And leaves you feeling bewildered And unsure In this year that has been heavy Where words have faltered And tears fell This transition of what was past And what will be That in-between Where faith and fear mix As He invites us to rest Allowing Him to heal The land of our heart As He awakens And breaks open That which has been sown Deep within the soul