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Imagine a rolling meadow endowed with a
rainbow shower of wildflower:
Orchids, poppies and buttercups shimmering
as far as the eye can see,
over-carpeting the clover cowslips and
primroses.
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If you on bended knee
had to plant by hand each jewel of a
celandine seed
how long do you think it would take?
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The
fields are white unto harvest
and there comes a time
as My word goes out among the
nations,
that the seed becomes wind and
airborne
and miracles of reproduction take
place.
Pray for that lift off moment
in country after country
as the Lord leads you to them now:
for multitudes to be swept into My
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Examine now the outcome of all the
words
you thought the Lord had whispered
in your ears.
As you unpack what your track record
reveals,
do you see how razor sharp you were
in certain areas,
but how woefully dull
and wide of the mark in others?
The more honest You are before My
face,
the easier it is for Me to
help you find My breathing place.
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“To some of you
I say, ‘don’t stop and analyse too much:
it can paralyse your ability to trust.’
To others I say quite the reverse:
‘Take heed not to be so certain
that you are in the right;
other people’s perspectives
may be far more effective.
If you cannot be reasoned with,
it is almost certainly you who are in the
wrong.–
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Let the word of My truth
lead you into deep
contrition
lest you fall into such a
fatal condition.
Admit the truth when you
stray off line
and let Me bind you back to
the Vine. |
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I love to alert
sensitive souls to significant themes,
by day through artful hints and allusions –
and by night in dreams that bear My imprint.
I use such means as My most discreet way
of alerting you when certain things are out
of synch.
To avoid being thrown out of kilter,
filter these dreams and conclusions
to discern what comes from Me. – |
