On the 15th Day of Christmas

On the fifteenth day of Christmas, the Father said to me…

“Your prayers have been like bandages wrapped around the poor, the downtrodden, and the sick - your words will not return void- like balm they enter the deepest wounds. I am the word, dear one- infuse the airwaves with who I am and what I have already done. Rise up, faith, rise up! Rise up! RISE UP!!! Greet the morning and the new hope, for I have good plans and my plans are my own until I choose to share them. Will you carry me to the lost, even during the most tumultuous moment? This type of request does require your permission and like Marry, you get to choose. How can one such as you help but choose life? Listen, the very hairs on your head have been counted. I notice when one is missing, do you think I will miss the details of your prayer? Not even a comma or a pregnant pause is overlooked. I am the gift that keeps on giving, to each one I have given this gift and it is enough. You cannot manufacture what has already been given.

"The old prayers, hidden in the pages of your journal, or collected and recorded between friends, hang suspended waiting to connect with the answer. I do have a plan," says the Father, "it just might be different from yours.

Push the prayer over, tip the cup, and spill out the final Amen by trusting Me. See the cloud around you? It is made up of witnesses who have not yet received their adoption papers. The prayers you pray are heard on the airwaves like an indiscernible melody...even the quietest prayer uttered finds its mark. Locate Me in the room. Locate Me in the street. Locate Me in the loud and overcrowded voices and let us together bring in the kingdom without end. Whisper My truth into the ear of those who are perishing, one last encouraging word should send even the greatest skeptic over the edge and into My everlasting arms. Expect the unexpected, My Heart, because it is the lost standing around the sick bed for whom I have come. Pray for them, and discover the manifestation of an even greater miracle. New life abounds in you; it’s time to deliver that life and see a world changed.," says the Father.

For God, who said, “Let brilliant light shine out of darkness,” is the one who has cascaded his light into us—the brilliant dawning light of the glorious knowledge of God as we gaze into the face of Jesus Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:6 TPT

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The Bible: An Author in love with His reader!

Hand-Me-Down Love

Heaven’s celebrities walk on asphalt streets

Unaffected because their shoes are

40-year-old desert hand-me-downs

Passed down from Israelite ancestors

Royal Blood, they swagger under the influence

Of some power

They sing and smell incense prayers

Burned by Poverty’s barrels

Lit up in street corners to stay warm

He is there

Warming his hands with them

Studying faces of passersby for a glimpse of her

His love has become their banner

A lamp by which they search pages from a dusty tattered love story.

First Published at The Renegade Bride blog 2010