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Recently I was in England ministering at a Methodist Church in Sheffield. The leader of that group has the people soak for an hour to anointed worship before the speaker gets up to share. It had been a while since I had laid down on the floor and waited upon the Lord. At first I didn't think I would bother but then I thought why not? I found a nice little spot where I could just lie down and wait upon the Lord. I remember years ago spending many hours soaking to the Holy Spirit and to anointed music. The revival that occurred in Toronto under John and Carol Arnott taught us to soak in God's presence in order to hear his voice.
Often we spend our time wanting to achieve certain outcomes in our lives. However, it can become frustrating when the very things you've hoped and dreamed about don't come to fruition. This short article is designed to help you break the cycles that may be holding you back from achieving your goals. Dreams and good intentions are no fun unless they come true and are fulfilled in real life.
Here is an example of what the Lord is doing to make His bride ready for His return. If anyone knows of one who has a special needs child, they know of the stress that they go through which wears you down and causes you to become vulnerable to the enemy's attacks, and if that person also has areas of their life that need healing, they can become a prime target for the enemy. This revelation took place after I told the Lord that I wanted all that I could receive of having His presence during my time with Him before my day began. He immediately started to reveal to me this situation that the enemy set me up for so that I would have a wedge between Him and me where I would have a seed of distrust towards Him, which would greatly hinder me.
I had a dream that I was walking through a house with my husband, my youngest daughter and her husband. I became aware that this house had a demon in it. As we walked through the various hallways in the house, I felt a pervading sense of fear and darkness, which increased moment by moment. We walked upstairs and I saw a room with a closed door. I knew that the demon was in that room. I asked my husband, daughter and son-in-law to stay in the hallway and to wait for me. As I entered the room fear was like a thick, tangible presence, but I went in and closed the door. The only item in the room was a plush velvet rocking chair with a blanket draped over it.
This morning I kept hearing the words over and over "You have been marked for a miracle! You have been marked for a miracle! You have been marked for a miracle!" As I sat with the Lord to listen to His heart, a vision opened up in front of my eyes and I was taken up above the United States of America and I saw a huge "target" upon her, but when I looked closer it was a target that was placed there through the open door of wrong alignments, ungodly governmental decisions and curses spoken over the nation. I could hear the enemy laughing as he moved throughout the nation wreaking havoc, stealing, killing and destroying. As I could hear the enemy laughing, I then heard the sound of an even louder laugh.
I grew up Methodist and learned that when John Wesley went throughout the colonies, he left people with a liturgy to help them understand God and the tenets of the faith better. It's why they were called Methodists - because there were methods in place to "jump start" the activity of the Spirit. It was to keep them on track and with a rounded education, similar to what we do in our schools. It is easy for people to like one part of the message or activity and lean on that. Some are really into the music, some could care less. Some really like teaching, some really like preaching, some like the prophetic and ministry gifts, and some really like the praying for people time.
"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me'" (Matthew 25:40). In a recent vision, I saw a man rushed into the ICU by EMTs. Only moments earlier he was badly injured in a collision with a semi, and not long after the EMTs flashed each other knowing looks, certain that he was a dead man. It was only a matter of time. In the ER, doctors frantically worked on him, trying to stop the bleeding and stabilize his erratic vital signs, while his loved ones sat, terrified, in the waiting room, bracing for bad news. Suddenly, Jesus walked into the ICU and touched the man, instantly restoring him to perfect health. Then I heard the Lord ask, "Is there a place where the spiritually injured can go to heal?"
One day as I was talking on the phone with a friend, we lost the connection due to high winds. I looked at the phone and the display said "No signal", but then it began to flash the word "Searching." This went on for some time, so I went to my door to see what was happening outside. As the wind howled and blew turbulently, the Lord gave me this word. Many of you are searching as if you lost your spiritual reception and you need a fresh breath from God. The word breath in the Old Testament is translated from the word "Ruach" and in the New Testament it is translated from the word "Pneuma." In most scriptures this word is also used interchangeably with the word "Spirit."
This morning as I talked with the Lord He said to me, "Many of My people have been feeling like they have been constantly battling heaviness on many levels lately. There has been pressure and heaviness, and a lot of the heaviness has come out of nowhere and is unexplainable for many, but I have been training My people in the battle against this heaviness they have been feeling to exercise their faith muscles and shift the atmospheres. To declare My Word and stick to what I have spoken. This heaviness is coming against My promises, against destinies and purpose in the lives of My people. The heaviness has hit My people hard with discouragement because of the weight of My glory and joy that is now being released."
I opened the door and took a step out and instantly I was falling. The next thing I knew I had landed hard on the solid concrete patio. I laid there for a moment looking up into the piercing sun, not exactly sure what happened and how I ended up between the wooden steps and the trailer I was living in at the time. The carpenter, who was sitting on the concrete with a power saw in his hand, stopped and looked up at me, saying, "Are you okay?" After a few more breaths, I responded that I would be fine. I figured out that I had just stepped outside right after the carpenter had slid the wooden steps away from the door. He didn't know I was inside and I didn't know he was working outside. The result: I took a step outside and down I went — and fast!
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