I don’t know about you, but God’s Spirit has been lovingly, constantly Wooing me to a deeper surrender to Him.
It’s like nothing is off the table these days. I’m aware of His presence everywhere . It’s a more-heightened awareness of His glory.
I believe The LORD is causing an acceleration of awareness to His Presence — in our waking moments.
I’m sure you feel it too? It’s nothing we did or didn’t do. It’s His presence-glory showing up. Sometimes unannounced. It’s as if the earth’s atmosphere is pregnant with anticipation of the big reveal.
Back in 1983, The LORD downloaded this poem to me, but just a few words will say it all
“I am pregnant with the seasons of The LORD, and I will give birth to a summer child.”
At the time, and being new to the things of the Spirit and how God spoke, I honestly thought it was just a cute little ditty that He whispered to me.
Now, in 2024, I realize it was a prophetic, foreshadowing of exactly where we’re at now in history.
In fact , The LORD spoke to me months ago, I wrote it on my calendar, that this Spring and into Summer — He is coming in His presence — in a way we haven’t known before.
I really didn’t know what that meant — but I know it involves change.
Change is coming on every front. This is The LORD’s hour. This is the Season of His harvest. This is His earth, His nations, His people, His harvest, and we are His home.
Speaking of home — I’m hearing this now… “Tell them the Chef is in the Kitchen, and He is cooking up the tastiest, most nutritious, most satisfying stew you’ll ever have”.
I am seeing a garden, His Garden. There are His home-grown, hand-picked winning heirloom tomatoes, kissed by His own Son.
He has potatoes that were gleaned and harvested from the corners of the field, as Ruth was permitted to glean, from her (soon to be) kinsman-redeemer, Boaz. From his own stalks, in a garden not unlike the greens that grow in the fields close to Jerusalem’s garden tombs.
The clean water in the large pot came from the Yardeneit (Israel’s Jordan River). The choicest meat is from the strength bulls of Bashan, abd the spices are from his over-flowing love – as in the Song of Solomon.
