They Picked My Flowers

Last night I had a vision--what exactly is a vision--let's see if this qualifies.

I have Covid.  I could not sleep.  I was lying in bed wide awake.  My eyes were wide open.  I was talking to myself to make sure that what I was seeing was real and that I was not dreaming that I was having a vision.

I was in my home--not the home I live in now--not in any home I have ever lived in--but I knew I was at home--I was comfortable--I was looking out the window.

In vivid colors I saw females from every age group, (except children), nationality, and color--They were not really in single file but gave that appearance at times--they were walking slowly by my house picking my beautiful flowers as they passed and putting them either in baskets or in the aprons of their skirts.

There was one lone male, an older man, on a path above them, pushing a cart--I am pretty sure that it was already filled with flowers.  He didn't need to pick mine.   

This was so real--it was like I was experiencing two realities at the same time--something I had never even thought of--let along imagined--the lying there in the bed talking to myself and watching a sampling of the world's women walk past my house pausing ever so slightly at times to pick some of my flowers--

Was this just happenstance or did this happen for a reason?

I tried to analyze--

I kept a blog for years--I am old now--will be 80 in a few short weeks--what do I have left to offer the world?  Anything?  A lot?  Something??

Dreams and visions are all through the Bible?  Why do we have such a hard time accepting that they can be messages from God?

I am praying about this dream vision!  For now, I am interpreting it to mean that I should share my flowers with you--petals of spiritual wisdom that I have learned the hard way too many times--times when I did not obey immediately--and they say to delay obedience is to be disobedient.  Lord, forgive me.  I am still learning at 80.

And what about the man pushing the cart above the path the women were on?  Did He have everything they needed in that one cart?  

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Guide Me In Your Truth

WWe hear soo many people today referring to "live your truth," and it really concerns me. 

 Psalms 25:5 Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.

I pray that my heart (and yours) would long for God's truth.  After all, He is truth and there is no truth apart from Him.

I'm meditating on this scripture today and praying that you will also.  Let us strive (with God's help and anointing) to walk daily in the truth of God so that our lives will speak to a lost and dying world about the wonderful redemption power that is found in Jesus Christ alone.

 

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Greater Joy

In the light of what is transpiring today in the Middle East, I pray that God will make Himself real to the suffering, the victims, the hopeless, the helpless, and that the perpetrators of evil will seek repentance and forgiveness and I pray that new joy, greater joy will abound in what seems like an impossible situation. Only God, only God........................

This is a repost from past pages--a year when people were thinking about the joys of autumn--not the horrors of war!

 

Y ou have filled my heart with greater joy than when their grain and new wine abound. Psalm 4:7

As I was spending time in God's Word this morning, I came across this awesome scripture.

As I have read on many blogs and social media outlets, most everyone is excited about autumn--isn't that the time when the grain has been harvested and the new wine has been made?

It is as if I can hear new hope, excitement and gratitude in the printed word--

but just look, the psalmist states that his Lord gives him greater joy than that.

That is the the cry of my heart today--

"Lord, you give me greater joy than anything else in my life.

No one can love me like you do--

no one can fill my soul with such satisfaction,

joy,

peace,

love, --

You alone can soothe me when I ache,

can heal me when I suffer,

can comfort me when I mourn.

You bring me greater joy!!

If you are finding life hard today and your joy seems to be hidden back in the dead of winters past, give Him your time, your devotion, your voice in singing, read His Word, meditate on it, do not hurry--Let Him fill You with His greater joy.

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In the Morning When I Rise

Meditating on this verse today. And as I am meditating, I am noticing a distinct rise in my faith level as I place my requests before the Lord this morning.

It is very important to me that I pray what the scripture teaches and that I always pray in line with God's will as He has outlined in His Word.

I pray that this verse will be an inspiration to you today--that you will come boldly before the throne of grace in your hour of need and trust Him to meet and supply all of your needs.

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Dialoging With God

Dialoging With God

My Prayer

Lord, I take this opportunity to praise you
Even though I feel very dry within myself--
A desert that is cracked and barren, where plants
that once thrived have now become parched and shriveled--
that is how my soul feels--
Do I know beyond a shadow of any doubt that someday
that same barren, cracked, parched land will
flow with rivers of milk and honey? Yes, I know that--
My faith knows that from years of experience,
but my heart cries out to be released from all its sin,
its ugliness, its resentments and hatreds, bitterness, and jealousy--
My heart cries out to praise from a pure heart once again,
To praise my God from a heart of pure devotion,
from total and complete commitment to Him,
My heart longs to be a heart of flesh and
not a heart of stone--
A heart that has been circumcised to all the vile
and filthy things of the world we live in--
A heart where no area examined will expose anything
except cleanliness, no impure thoughts,
only righteousness, justice, and mercy.

God's Response

The Lord Himself will come to those
who are experiencing the desert of grief.
He Himself will shower the parched land.
He will rain on every inch until it is soaked--
Until the runoff of the Holy Spirit's balm
fills every nook, crack, and crevice
of your heart and soul.
Then you shall minister to others
who are experiencing this same grief. You will teach
them to rejoice, to clap their hands, to give way to
the rhythm in their feet--You will teach them to
praise God at all times--to cherish His promises,
to seek out the "hidden manna" of
Jesus Christ, your Lord and Savior.
And then I Myself will come to you and wrap
you in fine linens--linens of purest white--
linens of righteousness, justice, and peace.
And when I look at you, I will see Jesus,
for He has taken all sin, all shame, all degradation
upon himself.
He has exchanged garments with you and
now you are clothed as in LIGHT--when others
look upon you, they will see Jesus and His brilliance.
They will see His love waiting to save them
from the same sin and destruction from which

He saved you.

God's blessings and benedictions to you,
"Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen." Jude 24-25

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