My mind scrambles to focus on one prayer. There are just so many things to be interceding for it has become difficult to focus on just one thing. But, this morning while praying and attempting to hear what it was the Lord wanted me to pray over, a word came to mind: PATIENCE
This morning, I am praying for patience to rest upon God’s children.
I see us, standing behind Moses as he stands in the water, his staff before him. The fire is behind us, the enemy so close we can feel them pressing in. Many have ran to the right and to the left because they fear the waters won’t part. They believe their best chance of survival is to run, to find someplace to hide and to allow the enemy to overtake the masses because they think there is no way to victory.
But, the Remnant waits, desperately looking out over the waters which aren’t yet moving. We know there is no turning back, there is no running away. Regardless of the fact we don’t see it, we don’t hear it, we don’t feel it, we have to believe the waters will separate.
I believe we are in a collection process. What do I mean by this? I mean the Remnant is beginning to leave the building and is entering into the room.
I have never had so many people sending me verses, videos, prophetic words and prayer calls as I have in the past week. This election process has forced the Body to leave the church building and take “church” into their homes, offices, prayer closets, etc.
When I think of where the Remnant is now, I see the Upper Room written about in beginning of Acts. God needed the Remnant of old to separate themselves from the masses and wait in a secluded place for His presence to descend. We don’t know how long they waited but I would assume that within the waiting process they had to encourage one another, had to lift one another up and tell each other that it would be just a little while longer before they received what they were waiting for.
I have mentioned the Remnant 19 times in the past two years, this will be my 20th.
I believe we are in a moment in history where two paths lay before us. One path leads us to the Promise Land, the other to the desert. By “us” I am referring to the Remnant, those standing on the infallible Word of God, refusing to budge from His truth even when that means turning from all the world offers and denying every lie spoken by the enemy.
Yesterday, I listened to an incredible sermon by Hank Kunneman in which he busted down my belief that if this election went south it was because the Remnant did not do their part. I believe the Remnant has done their part, has fasted, has prayed, has humbled themselves and fallen at the feet of the Lord and begged for a second chance to turn things around. So, I now realize that this has nothing to do with God not giving us the victory, but rather has everything to do with the Remnant choosing to claim what is rightfully theirs.
So, here we find ourselves, at the entrance to the Land we were promised yet being told we cannot go in because the giants that roam the territory have falsely claimed victory. But, this land has been promised to us, it has been spoke into existence and prophesied, so how is it that so many are saying we do not belong there?
I wrote “God Has Landed” over two years ago, but I do not think this was a Word for 2018.
Instead, I believe this was written as a declaration for what was to come, for what we are witnessing right now.
I, unknowingly, wrote these words years prior to their time. They were seeds planted in 2018, but now they are full grown fruit ready to be plucked.
The below post, although written years ago, is for the Remnant right now, in this unprecedented moment in history. For, I see the Lord like a Lion, all four paws upon the United States. He looks into the eyes of the enemy without fear, without hesitation, then releases a roar so loud the mountains quiver, the earth trembles and the enemy shakes.
He has come, for the cries of His people have reached His ears.
Find encouragement knowing our Lord has heard us. He has felt our desperation, He has left the heavenlies and has come to our nation to decree and declare that HE alone shall be praised, He alone shall be worshiped and He alone shall be exalted.
The Lord brought me to a Word He gave me at the beginning of 2019 during the last ‘blood moon’.
I have hesitated many times about sharing this Word, but with all that is happening around the world-the unrest, the riots, the anger, the politically charged atmosphere, COVID-19, the Supreme Court nomination, there is just so much to be praying for right now, which brought me to this Word.
I believe we are in unprecedented times. The Remnant is rising, the enemy battling.
Do not fear for the Lord is with us, goes before us and continually surrounds us. Always and forever.
There is a children’s book called “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”. In it, it says, “if you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to want a glass of milk”. The story goes on and on with the mouse wanting more and more until finally he has taken over the entire house. My whole life my mom has compared that little mouse to the devil, and it wasn’t until recently that I fully see what she means.
If you give the devil an inch in your life, he’s going to ask for two. If you give him two, he’s going to come after four. If you give him four, he’s going to demand a foot. On and on he will go until the devil finally has what he wants; your entire life.
This does not only apply to our personal lives, but also to our families, communities, societies and countries. We, as a society, have given the mouse a cookie, a glass of milk, a blanket, a room, a floor and now he is coming after the entire house.
Since day one, I have been very outspoken regarding my views on how the body of Christ, as a whole, has handled COVID. We have not dealt with this situation, the fear, the confusion, the anxiety and the chaos, the way Jesus would have dealt with it, and if anyone disagrees with that, I would be very interested to see what biblical verse they are standing on.
Now, as things somehow continue to become stricter, even as COVID deaths rapidly decline, we are seeing many churches, again, close and lock their doors.
Since nowhere in the Word does it say we should react to fear and pandemics by shutting ourselves off from one another, most pastors are using a verse they feel gives them the authority to close the House of God: “Love thy neighbor” Mark 12:31.
I find it interesting, and a bit hypocritical, this is the verse pastors are standing on in regards to keeping people from congregating and worshiping. Suicide, alcoholism, drug addiction, domestic and child abuse, violence, anger and confusion are at an all-time high, but closing the House of God, the place people typically run to in times of difficulty, is somehow “loving” them.
We are not called to think like everyone else, act like everyone else, be like everyone else or do what everyone else does. We are called, created, to be individuals standing on one truth-the Word of God.
So, why are so many adopting a “group think” mentality and attempting to look like the masses in order to be accepted by the world?
The Word says we are, “not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world”. The very next thing Jesus says is, “therefore the world hateth you” (John 15:19).
The world hates light because light shines upon what the darkness wants to hide, yet it seems as if the church is doing everything it can to make the world love it by hiding its light and aligning itself with the ways of the world.
To preface this post, I would like to say that anyone who does not believe the Word is a living document and just as powerful today as it was when Jesus and the apostles walked the earth, will not agree, or understand, what I have to say.
Last week, while putting a mask on for the first time since the coronavirus fiasco began, I felt my stomach drop. To fly you now must wear a face covering, but that didn’t change my feelings of defeat when I positioned the mask over my mouth before boarding the plane.
When I placed the mask upon my face, I felt small, belittled, obedient to something other than my King.
God created me, us, to speak, to sing, to pray, so to mute and muddle that ability seems wrong, almost sinful.