I love those words. “Your life is about to change!”
Your experiences will dictate how you receive those words. Are you thinking “Oh, no! Here we go again!” or are you excited, looking forward? Experience and your reality of the past determine your understanding and capture of a future. But often your reality is not the reality of heaven. And it is heaven and its dictates that are crucial to living a supernatural life in Him. Continue reading Your Life Is About To Change
Pray For The Wells
This morning I was pondering various things having been praying for various situations and friends. As I sat down with a cup of coffee and was reading a note from a friend about a word, I heard “Pray For The Wells.”
Hmmmm….
As I sat and thought, I thought why is He saying it “that way”? Continue reading Well, Well, Well…What Do We Have Here?
Dream 1292014
Lately both my wife and I have been having numerous dreams. God is “up” to something.
A thank you to all my friends, family, readers and mentors over the years. Thank you for all your support.
New England-the future is bright. Thank you to the many who have read and shared the word on New England. It is getting amazing.
Still processing a dream from a few days ago with some interesting thoughts. Tom Selleck, Ben & Jerry’s, warehouses and such. My heart is to share what the Lord reveals to me when it is time. Some dreams and visions are only being placed on the blog from 5-10-20 years ago. (Read some of the archives.)
I am thankful for some of the amazing ministry and their people who have walked with me over the years. Men & women who helped me get a handle on gifting, understanding and life. Today I get to sow it back into upcoming people who need a hand. I long ago concluded that your gift was not for you but for those you serve and serve with. When we understand our gift is not to produce a name but to aid and serve the body of Christ, life is more in keeping with His purpose. And beyond a shadow of a doubt, I am super thankful for my wonderful friends and family at Village.
The last few days I have been seeing places in Maine and today I have already have been getting things for places like Maine. Maybe today-we shall see.
A short word for those who want to be in the fullness of what God is doing.
I feel that the Lord is saying “prepare your heart. Let the Lord make you whole and heal you. Incidents of discouragement, depression and even trauma, have allowed your heart to be calloused. A calloused heart is no longer vulnerable to love. It struggles to ‘live and breathe and have its being’. Allow for the time of healing to be full. Complete. This is not a salvation thought (though He desires you whole) or a demonic issue. This is a ‘you’ issue. The issue of tissue. Allow God to release healing balm into your heart. Oh He knows the pain and the hurt and the “I will never do that again’ moment. Trust the Lord on this. There will be people of love who enter your life. It will be more “issues with tissues” as the crying comes. Let the tears of bitterness be allowed to become tears of joy.”
My heart goes out to you this day.
In my dream last night, I was taken to a large warehouse. Acres and acres of building. Offices in various places, but the amazing thing was in the middle there was incredible music coming out of it. When I arrived at the gate I was greeted by security and given a pass. The pass was a way of them identifying who was there and where I was located at any given time.
As I walked through the building I ran into various friends from all seasons of my life. I met people from schools and workplaces, but the largest amount of people seemed to be centered around the season of the last 20 plus years in my life walking with Him. I could hear this music pulsing through the building. There were no visible speakers, but it was truly like a “pulse”. It appeared to be more of a warehouse, but there were areas that appeared ready to package, others to manufacture or to make and yet others that seemed to have no current value other than simply being there.
I found myself losing sight of the windows as we moved towards the central areas of the building. The loudness of the music increased and the light seemed different. As I got closer I met some of the sweetest people I had ever encountered in worship. Two of them were young women I had met many years ago. (I had played drums and percussion with during a season of travel and such.) They smiled as I walked over to them. They had cups of coffee and showed me the “snack bar”. As we talked I detected a sadness in both of them. A pain. A hurt. Somewhere deep in their souls. They were gracious and laughed but somewhere down deep there was pain. I asked if I could pray for them. As I did large tears began to strike the floor and gold appeared. The crying became sobbing. The sobbing became almost convulsive so deep was the pain. I hugged them and left them hugging one another.
I continued on through large aisles stacked with boxes and packages. I continued to run into various people. And then I came into a large room. There was the source of the music. As I looked to what might be a “stage” of sorts I saw the people were not real, but in fact appeared to be mannequins.
I found myself looking around the room. It was clear some amazing, historic things had taken place here. But something was not “right”. It was not just the plastic figurines or the words. It was a feeling of loss.
I awoke from the dream. I immediately saw my two young friends from the dream and prayed for them. I prayed for others in the dream.
This dream presents a number of things that are very personal to me. Had the music not “been” good for me in my initial stages of Christianity I might not have stayed. As a worshipper I have been blessed to play music with some of the most amazing people in the world. Music was important to me. I think worship and the related understanding is important.
But, I also want to say that this dream does not pose an indictment against music, worship or any ministry area. I do believe there may be some warnings or concerns for anyone here. It also is not a reflection on any ministry or style of worship or type of church. (Personally, I am tired of the organic versus corporate church arguments. We need both!)
So what do I believe it is about? I will share some points and then share what I believe.
Too often the desire is to look at a dream or a prophetic word or a sermon and point fingers or feel condemned. “If only they would get it.” “Look at me God. I am a mess.” Friends today each one of us is at a crossroads. Choice is before us. Liberty given to us. Yet in the great scheme of things there is God. He is the one who loves you and embraces you.
If you have made your life a performance let me encourage you to stop. Seek those that care about your future. If you have messed up or feel you have “missed” God today is your day. His hand is outstretched towards you.
If you feel you have to argue about place or position you may have missed the whole point here. He has positioned you in Him. Through His Son Jesus. High above principality and power. In a place of Love.
I know that it is Him who makes us whole. Don’t rest your heart “waiting” for a moment but today make a moment.
Many are looking for a fresh word. Are you? I mentioned that yesterday because at best the vessel of prophetic can be viewed with disdain or wrongful allegiance. People often times either love or hate the prophetic. Some may be out of ignorance, some out of having been manipulated or hurt by it.
Many years ago I was in a meeting with a man who became a dear friend over the years. We were talking about how hard it was at that point in time to get a meeting and prophesy because so many had been involved in bad prophecy or “lone ranger” prophetic. (“Hey, if you don’t like me a pox upon your house” mentality by various prophetic voices had sparked resistance.) I myself had faced many the prophet who spoke negative words, words of condemnation and a revelation of “sin” in lives. Continue reading A Fire In New England
I had a dream last night that caused me to wake up and seek the realities of some of the things I saw. As I am writing, I hearing the word “settle”. It can mean to resolve or reach an agreement about (an argument or problem). It can mean to end (a legal dispute) by mutual agreement or to determine; decide on. To pay (a debt or account). To complete the administration and distribution of a decedent’s estate or give money or property to (someone) through a deed of settlement or a will. To accept or agree to (something that one considers to be less than satisfactory). It can mean to make one’s permanent home somewhere. And it can mean to make comfortable.
Any one of those can be a big deal. The end of arguments, with wills and estates distributed. But the one that most unnerves me is acceptance of things that will cause one to stop the growth, give up and “call it a day. My daughter Amy always told me she would never “settle” and I am kind of glad. (A great husband and a new baby on the way.)
There is a temptation to look around and read the news and say who cares. I have seen more dreams and thought process put on the trash heap (*Lodebar) in 2013 than I care to think of.
One of the greatest issues is the idea that your destiny can exist without others. That you can be a lone ranger. You will need divine connections and appointments. So, save your destiny and purpose from the trash heap. Don’t get comfortable with the enemy of your soul. Break free from traditional thinking.
By the way, ministry, gifts and government are all important but if you do not enjoy your life I question your understanding of God and your level of joy!
Last night I posted this on my ministry page: “Just was sent an article about prophets being “spiritual cowboys”. Bummed me out. Went looking for my horse.” I love to prophesy and I love to see. I subject my gifts to the body and to God.”
Yesterday I was blessed to be able to prophesy over a couple who had not had a word since another meeting I was in in 2001 or so. God is wanting to re-freshen His people. To cause the milk of the word to come forth. 13 years without a fresh word. These folks have “leader” all over them but because of some bad things they began to settle. No more! Folks-it is time. There is a fresh word from God out there for you.
Do not settle for a Stockholm Syndrome mentality. This is where hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness.
Stop seeing sickness and disease as “deserved” or loss as “justified.” Stop declaring “my illness” or “my family always had this issue” statements. You have a new Daddy and there is a new “sheriff” in town. Don’t be comforted with drama and deception. Get others to join you and stage an uprising, a prison break against your captors!
Okay-last night’s dreams.
Dream one-So vivid that this morning I am seeking the check and the envelope. I “know” it happened. The envelope contained a check for $925. (Ironically 925 is also the number for the silver content in sterling silver, .925 or 92.5%. (If you do not look, how will you know? Never be afraid of believing God and appearing foolish.)
Dream two-This dream again was about money. Large quantities of bills all packaged and wrapped in plastic wrap. The scenario was there was a large marina. I was in a storage warehouse. There were lots of boats in various states of repair. Many of the repairs were the result of a gang of thieves who were “snookering” or talking people out of their possessions. They would convince them of the need of repairs that were unnecessary. Many of these owners were new, having received the vessels from inheritances or winnings. In the back of one of the large fishing vessels I found much cash wrapped up. The people who owned the boat were unaware of the inherent value.
I felt I was part of trade, giving over my life and being forced to negotiate with the boat takers to set people free. The dream ended as the guns were pointed at me. I awoke, out of breath and in pain from the beating I received before I ran.
Here are my thoughts and thinking.
My friend Mark posted this today.
Hebrews 13:17
Obey your leaders and submit to them, for they keep watch over your souls as those who will give an account. Let them do this with joy and not with grief, for this would be unprofitable for you.
Looking back on my earlier days in the church. I made life really hard for some leaders, I had a head full of knowledge and no experience. I too often in those days sought to be heard without seeking to understand. However, many of those I disagreed with in both praxis and theology I am closer too than before! God has placed leaders in your life for protection, teaching and Equipping don’t allow extremes in the Church to rob you of this blessing!
I had shared with him yesterday I detected an anarchy against the kingdom and structure of God’s government.
The enemy is determined to cause you to walk without your true identity as a son of God. Manipulation and deception are on the rise, but when the enemy raises His head, God is reminding us of whose we are and where we are seated. He is working overtime to convince you of “unnecessary” repairs and loss of value.
Today, I call for the voice of the Lord to rise up from within you and enforce the authority given unto you. Do NOT let the enemy be a dream stealer!
Get that boat in the water!
*Lo-Debar (Lodebar) was a real place during the reign of King Saul and then of King David. Mephibosheth, the son of Prince Jonathan, and grandson of King Saul was five years old when his father and grandfather fell in the Battle of Mount Gilboa. The child’s nurse hearing of this calamity fled with the boy from Gibeah, the royal residence, and stumbled. Because she dropped the child on the ground, Mephibosheth was permanently paralyzed from the waist down. He was carried to the land of Gilead, where he and the nurse found a refuge in the house of Machir at Lo-Debar (Lodebar).
Lodebar was a dismal place of no pasture, no hope – total desolation.
You ended up in Lodebar when you were crushed by the storms of life and believed that life was over for you.
1252014 Dream
The death squads moved quickly across the veldt. Quietly, other than their shadows no one would have known they were there. They children were huddled up in the corner of the room. Fear was visible on their faces. And then a great light shown in the room.
At first I thought it was a flashlight from one of the men outside, but quickly the light enveloped the room and seemed to dissolve.
The next scene was at a table. The children were laying quietly on the rug in the corner of the room. Looking out the window, I realized we were about 5 kilometers from where we had been just seconds ago. Continue reading It Is Time To Do Mighty Exploits!
As a longtime believer and being on a ministry team one of the things I am asked about often is deliverance. Can someone have a demon? What does that look like? How does that happen?
My experience with “deliverance” is a long one. I put deliverance in quotes because some, perhaps a lot of what I believe now is not what I have always believed. Perhaps one day I shall pen the differences. Continue reading Deliverance From Fear It Belongs To You
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I walked in the jazz store. I expected to find lots of cool jazz CD’s, even old records, but what I found was a very trendy looking store with lots of cheap gifts. There were fake scrimshaw boats and such. Candles that looked like you could purchase them, but under closer scrutiny one could see the order form.
As I walked down the mall stairs another client was commenting on the pretty bags and how the store names looked so beautiful. But there was nothing in the bags!
As I wandered a little it was clear that the “mall” had been made for tourism. Everything seemed beautiful in its brick, wood and glass display and décor. Continue reading The Eyes Have It – Saying What You Are Seeing
Each one of the came to the table. They had each been plotting against the company. They had been exposed. Brought out into the light. Their deeds had gone unnoticed for a very long time. One of them was the son of one of the executives. Life sure looked different from their end of the table. The local TV station was covering the end of their underhanded deeds. The company immediately saw their stock rise and their morale change.
The guilty men had for a long time worked behind the scenes performing acts of destruction and bringing pain to the company. Their reasons were many, but for the most part they “could” and that fueled them. As time had gone on what had begun as a game to see if they could get away with small pranks became a “no holds barred” war against the company. Continue reading The Spirit Of Freedom Real Conversations
While in service on Sunday morning I watched the, a highway, open before me. A highway that went through a mountainous range. Suddenly the vehicle I was riding in accelerated and we were quickly moving so fast that my distance disappeared and everything soon became my now. I realized anywhere I wanted to be I was. There was no time “to get there.” My seasons had been “pulled into now.” It was if a 3D picture no longer had distance or perspective. It was all “here”! 2D. (2D or not 2D? Perhaps that is the question…)
I get that sometimes we just want to “get out of this to get into that.” Maybe your now is a little painful or a little boring. (Boring is a good time to evaluate that which is about you!) And if I could just get to there, maybe, just maybe my world would make more sense. A better job, a new girlfriend or boyfriend or some expected happening. That would make me “better”. So life may become a time of prayer and fasting, or declarations and decrees, or applying the principles of the last book you read. (You do realize that sometimes the principles that made people healthy, wealthy and wise did not just “happen” for the most part, right? And that God may well have a better, more individualized answer for you?) Please hear me…God is in the process. He is more concerned with the process that He is the destination. Continue reading Where You Rest In Is Where You Are Best In
