YOU MUST BE LIKE A CHILD

               TO BE LIKE A CHILD IS…

             

                TO TOLERATE

                                                        TO BE RECEPTIVE

TO HAVE A PLIABLE SPIRIT

FILLED WITH WONDER

RESPECTFUL

TEACHABLE

ABIDING IN DEPENDENCE

NEVER SEEKING INDEPENDENCE

APART FROM THEIR PARENT

WHICH IS OUR FATHER, IN HEAVEN,

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

*AMEN*

!!!

The year is moving right along…sooo fast.  The weeks come and goes…feels like one long day.  Stormy weather, stormy world. 

I just wanted to share a ‘dream’ I had during one of these recent June storms [about a week or two ago].  This one was a doozy too; it certainly got my full attention. 

It happened between 5:30 am-6:00 am.  I had just lain back down from making coffee, making lunch, & seeing hubby off to work.  I could not have fallen back to sleep so quickly—I was awake and aware of what was going on around me, for sure.

This is what I heard: 

The storm began to pick up intensity. The wind and  thunder, getting louder, angrier even.  It was so atypical, I can barely describe it.  But it was not like any other I had ever experienced.  It was what I could hear within the storm that especially made me take notice.  Someone, some force, some voice was yelling loudly, shouting into the storm.  The words were inaudible yet in earnest.

Now this is what I saw:

Our planet, the earth, encircled with darkness [not storm clouds]; engulfed with something dark, heavy, thick, & ominous.  Then I noticed the one who had shouted at the earth! 

His hands were able to clutch the earth like you would a basketball/soccer ball; He was that looming. 

He was indescribably colossal compared to the size of earth for his hands to be able to do that. 

He could crush the earth between his hands, seriously!  At the time, I was not able to tell who he was?  Was he friend or foe?

He was wearing head gear, ancient, warrior-like.  It was not at all modern.  It was a dull [not polished] bronzed, smooth helmet, pointed at the top; sort of like those Mongol nomad tribes [ancient warriors] always ready to fight. 

I was the shaking kind of scared…

But in the midst of all of the emotion he stirred up within himself and within me, all of a sudden he ‘stood down’.  He simply put his hands down in front of him and turned his head slightly away from his target, as if on standby waiting for further instructions. 

Again, I repeat, He [I believe an Archangel] shouted something so thunderous that it shook the earth to the point that I felt it!  I mean like ‘flip a pancake’ type of felt. 

Please understand, I’m from the Midwest, do we have quakes now??? Or what?

For the record, I wish that I was more articulate in order to paint a better pic of what I saw, but just know and understand that our God says plainly that He is a “MAN OF WAR”—those are His own words. 

Those who would dare destroy this earth BEWARE!

Dear Father,

Thank You for making us a part of the Body of Christ.  It is a true Mystery of many mysteries in Your Kingdom:

That holy Breath that You breathed into us;

The grafting of the Gentiles;

The foolishness of the gospel;

The simplicity of salvation;

Everything is mysterious and glorious.

Many members, yet One;

One purpose.

Christ is Head, we are the Body.

We must follow the Head;

 Move accordingly as He dictates;

 Learn to take dictation;

 For we are living epistles known and read of men. 

Although war is everywhere;

You are Faithful to make Yourself known;

Knocking,

Standing at the door;

Longsuffering, Gentle and Kind;

Loving.

It is our Father’s wish that no one perishes as a casualty of this war.

You went so far as to bind the strongman that entangled us;

Giving us a space to answer Your call willingly;

 Now we know that the strongman has been taken captive;

 And all of us that have been captivated are set free forever;

 Free to choose which dictates of our own hearts to follow;

All other cares do not matter—

must see TV, celebrity updates; social media,  

food/clothes, new technology, mammon,

recession/depression, world news, Wall Street politics, or bygone eras. 

These cares hinder me. 

It is enough! 

I care about truth. 

Another kingdom. 

Too many cares in this world to carry,

Or to care about. 

Everything I carry with me,

I’d spend too much time trying to keep up with.

Jesus said to pack light—

no staff, no scrip, no bread, no money,

nor two coats, and no extra shoes,

nor money in your purse. 

We are led in a right way through the dictates of Jesus Christ. 

Jesus lived in righteousness so I know that He knows the way. 

And ALL that would attempt to exalt themselves above His way

will be made as plain as a plowed field, severed until leveled.

Thank You for answering my prayers. 

Amen