The only way I can describe September 19, 2015, is the Holy Spirit came down. In the wee hours of the morning I woke to hearing singing. I knew it was the congregation in my grandmother’s church when I was a little girl. I knew the tune but I couldn’t place it, then I heard the words. ‘Count the milestones one by one, Jesus will forsake you never, it is better farther on.’ Those were the sweetest words, and they were the only words I was able to make out during the singing. Those words touched my heart, and I was amazed. Then I felt a whoosh come over me and the Holy Spirit was touching my heart. I felt it. A message was downloaded. ‘Get off the phone, Internet, TV.’ I thought to myself how I do too much of that and after the weekend I was going to cut back. This time it came stronger and more urgent. It wasn’t in a hateful way but just firm. ‘Now.’ Then I saw a calendar where the span of a week stood out and at the end I saw 21. That end of that week wasn’t the 21st, but I understood I was to be off for a week. I asked, ‘How am I going to document things I’d already been documenting?’ I had already had a couple things to happen that made me type them on my notes in my cell phone. As soon as I asked, I saw a picture of a white piece of paper and a yellow pencil. It’s a shame I even had to ask, but I did. Time spent with the Lord has been unbelievable since then. I had already been called into the prayer closet. I was being cleansed and refined. I not only had to be forgiven, I had to forgive. The bible came alive. The words spoke to me, and ever since, that’s almost always how I’m given anything or any questions are answered. I get scripture. I would read in the night and fall to sleep clutching my bible. One day I felt the words Isaiah 58. The words were just there. Then I got it again. So I read Isaiah 58 often. As you can tell I’m not a scholar at all, but I can relay what I get from the Spirit. I asked God one day if I should tell these things. For months I’d open the bible to verses that said tell these things, write down the vision, shout, blow the trumpet. I took the picture on this post. I love taking pictures of God’s artwork.
Psalm 42:8 John 16:13
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