A few weeks ago, I had the privilege to be a guest speaker on a prayer conference call. While preparing to minister, I heard the Lord speak to me about the roar of intercession being released within our nation. Since that time, I have heard in my spirit the low rumble of a roar as it revs up to release a crescendo of thunder, shaking the heavenlies and the demonic powers wreaking havoc in our land. I am releasing this word to encourage the intercessors in our nation and the nations of the earth, and I want you to understand the power of your intercession and your position in this hour.
These were not the type of hearts I expected to see on Valentine’s Day. It was a dreary landscape capturing my attention in a split second. As I prayed in the Spirit yesterday morning, I began to get a picture and in this picture was a line of caskets with hearts of stone inside each one. It grieved me to see these hearts.
I wanted to see them beating, releasing the cadence of that familiar sound John the Beloved heard as he laid his head upon the chest of Jesus. I began to hear the words of Ezekiel 36 spoken over these hearts and I knew that transformation was on the winds of His breath. God’s desire to see these hearts beat once again was being branded upon my heart and His Presence arose on the inside of me to release a prayer for transformation and unification within the bride of Christ.
As our worship team began to spontaneously sing about the rain this past Sunday morning, I began to hear these words in my spirit, “The drought is over“. The Lord led me to 1 Kings 18 where Elijah was prophesying the sound of abundant rain after slaughtering the prophets of Baal. I believe this is significant for the prophetic voices in this hour as we understand the spiritual climate we are entering and have endured.
Yesterday morning while in prayer, I heard the words, oil spill clearly in my spirit. There has been a lot of prophetic talk about oil and what God wants to do in this coming season and I believe this is an extension of what I am hearing in my spirit.
Oil represents the anointing of the Lord. It represents the Holy Spirit. Oil was used to anoint the priests for service in the Old Testament. Oil was poured onto the heads of kings by prophets so as to anoint them for their royal assignment. But somehow I knew that this amount of oil was not going to come from a small horn of oil or from a flask. This was a monumental amount of oil and it was noteworthy.
This is a call to the prophetic voices of this hour who will choose obedience over sacrifice. This is for those who are battling against the Sauls, the ones who are trying to hold a position of blessing out of rebellion and presumption. If Agag is cheerfully coming into your presence because of Saul, this is for you. Weeks ago, the Lord led me to 1 Samuel 15. I spent hours looking up words from this account, jotting things down in my ministry journal and tucking the journal away. I did not understand why God wanted me to study this passage so intently until now.
I love journals. Whenever I walk past a rack of empty journals in a store, I cannot help but to stop and admire the covers, the pages and the prospect that one of these lovely books could be mine. I have a few journals that are yet to make history with God. My most favorite is one that is tattered and taped up along the sides so that it does not fall apart. It is a prized possession because it has made magnificent history with God.
Whether you have journaled for years or you have only dreamed of doing so, there is no better time than now to start making history with God by journaling. There are many reasons you may have as to why you do not journal, but the benefits of journaling with God outweigh every excuse you could conjure up in your mind.
Here are five important reason to journal with God (prayer, prophetic, fasting, etc.):
What would you deny yourself if it meant having the fullness of Christ manifested in your life? Is there a depth in you aching for the things of God and for His Presence in an incomprehensible way?As I sit here meditating on the beginning of this new year, my stomach is grumbling and hunger pangs are hitting me.
It is the grumbling and the discomfort that comes when flesh is put under to pursue Him. My body is persistent in reminding me that it wants food, but instead, I down some water and I keep pressing. My mind conjures up favorite meals and delightful treats, but my spirit craves the sweetness that only He can supply.
Many of us are ringing in the New Year with corporate fasting. We are fasting for direction, breakthrough and new levels. All of those things are important and yet there is a fast that surpasses all other desires and expectations. It is the fast leading to romance of monumental proportions, the fast beckoning to personify the bride of Christ. Continue reading The Fast That Births The Hunger Pangs Of Intimacy
The view must be spectacular from the soaring perspective of an eagle. Imagine being able to see ahead of you with an intensification of visual magnification. Imagine the ability to see the tiniest insect on the ground as you fly high above the earth. Imagine seeing flowers in bloom so vividly that the colors take your breath away.
I heard something in my spirit recently that got me thinking about the natural aspect of the eagle’s vision. I want to share it with the prayer warriors and the intercessors because your vision is getting ready to change in the spirit. It is by no mistake that this word came into my spirit. Since that time I have now heard several references prophetically about eagles in this hour.
For those who are reading this, I want to thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life and for reading my blog posts. Some of you have contacted me after reading some of these posts, expressing your gratitude and your hunger for more of God. I want to take a moment and share a little about myself with you and the purpose of this blog.
Lovesick Scribe has been a step of faith for me. It has been a step in the direction of embracing the calling upon my life that God has ordained for me. It took some time for me to find my voice and to be comfortable in the uncomfortable realms God was calling me. I always loved to write, but it was not until about four years ago that I began to journal with purpose and passion after I awoke one morning to the sound of heaven. I heard angels singing softly and in the most beautiful harmony that I had ever heard.
Have you ever looked upon a broken object shattered into a thousand pieces and thought to yourself, “That is beautiful and I love it regardless”? Many of us would take that shattered object and discard it, automatically writing it off as replaceable. We would never take the time to find every piece, every shard and every fragment, no matter how finite and insignificant and put it back together.
Our minds would be resolved in throwing it away because it would never look as it once did before it was broken and we would easily move on to the next beautiful thing appearing to be whole and worthy of our time. Recently, I heard the Lord speak these words into my spirit, “There is beauty in the breaking“. This may not be a revelation that makes you jump and shout, but it is necessary because in order for the bride of Christ to be radiant with His Glory, a breaking must come in us personally and corporately.