Before I close my weary eyes tonight, I offer this fragrance. I pour out an offering in the midnight hour. Love.
It is happening. In our midst. God.
"Garden enclosed. Life takes place, behind the face. Here its You and Me, Alone, God."
-Misty Edwards
Today the fewer the words, the better. Such a sweet SHIFT, such a FLAME.
I was drained of energy today. No matter how many protein shakes, coffees, vitamins, superfood green smoothies... Could not muster an ounce of ENERGY.
Somewhere in the late afternoon, the Lord said, "You are spinning your wheels. Just ask. I will strengthen. I'm the Source."
Later, I was thrilled that a few of my Christian brothers were going with me tonight to prayer. I do not take for granted the people who surround me... RIGHT NOW. I am richly blessed.
Upon walking into prayer, I found that just what we have been asking, WAS HAPPENING.
SPIRIT OF GRACE & SUPPLICATION WAS BEING POURED OUT.
There was a FRESH grace, for intercession, Praise God. There was an ENTRANCE and an ACCESS almost immediately to the Throne.
I looked over and one of my roomies/brothers was crying. Some of my friends were pressing in. A woman in her eighties who comes to my church was being blessed. I later had the priviledge to pray over her. Who am I to be given an honor such as that?
During worship, the Lord met me in a personal way, whispering love to my heart. "See how I see you," He says. I felt like the one to find him in the flesh, in Galilee and say to the Man Jesus, "Open my eyes, Sir. I want to SEE! I want to SEE!"
Travail became a war cry and there was cry release: MOBILIZE. Not "Mass" achusetts: AMASS-achusetts. God... mobilize an army. Revive & awaken, resurge, breathe upon the Bride. Let the trumpet be blown. Let the expectation & faith arise. LET PRAYER AND FASTING be found in this army, in this place, in this time. Let it come.
An IHOPU girl, Danielle, shared a dream. The take-away: The generals and Cloud of Witnesses are watching us now. Let's give it our all!
Personally... my candle of prayer inside my heart became a wildfire within my heart.
I have been seeing my roommates/friends/churchmates peeps catching the heart of prayer in my city. I am moved. I am moved. I am moved. I am grateful.
Lord. Let it Come.
Resurge the flame.
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