Prophecy

Scarred no more

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Esther's Petition

Like many people my age, I have several scars on my body. One large one across my chest is from breast cancer surgery a few years ago. There’s a small one on my upper arm and another small one on my face, both from skin cancer surgery some years before that.

One scar is a faded half-circle from an accident with a kitchen knife as a child – I was trying to slice myself a hunk of cheese and sliced my finger in the process. Another almost forgotten scar is a tiny circular hole on my neck from a BB gun shot as an even younger child, when a childhood pal’s carefully aimed shot bounced off something and hit me instead.

It missed anything vital, thankfully, but it bled like crazy. My playmate ran one way and I ran the other, and we both tried to keep my grandmother and…

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Snip, snip

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Esther's Petition

pruningLast night as I was praying, meditating and trying to keep my attention in check, I was having a lot of trouble. Thoughts went here, there and everywhere except where I wanted them to go.

People, places, things, events, situations, issues all interrupted. Spiritual, physical, political – if it had been on the internet, on the television news, in the newspaper, in conversations with family and friends, emails, no matter where, they all crowded in. Sometimes in gangs! Like impish brats they demanded attention, sometimes loudly, sometimes sneakily. Psst!

Suddenly I realized what was happening. I recognized the work of the enemy and began to demand his distracting minions to get out of my presence. As I started praising the Lord and thanking him instead of being distracted by all that intrusive negative stuff, they left (whining as they went). It was almost funny.

That wasn’t the first time such…

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Advice in a dream…

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Are you thinking of beginning something new? This advice is still good.

Esther's Petition

AdviceInADreamManAndFurnitureMy recent dreams have been like chapters from a novel I haven’t read, not scary, not fantastic, just bits of life going on as usual for somebody. Occasionally they contain someone I know, a relative or friend, but most of the time the “cast” are strangers to me.

While I generally recall these dreams when I first awake, I don’t remember much about them after a few minutes. They aren’t disturbing, not even annoying – they just are.

But this past Sunday night as I was preparing to sleep, I asked the Lord to give me something more spiritual, more useful in a dream. And He did.

I was standing in a room in a building, furniture scattered around as if an office was being furnished, the placement of chairs and tables and desks experimented with to get the best arrangement. I was talking to a young man who was…

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“I’m not capricious”

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Esther's Petition

FatherAndLittleGirlCroppedI was thinking about grace last night when the Lord interrupted my thoughts to say, “I’m not capricious.” So, I looked up the definition: “Given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behavior.”

“Synonyms include fickle, inconstant, changeable, variable, mercurial, volatile, unpredictable, temperamental; whimsical, fanciful, flighty, quirky, faddish.” Good to know!

Hebrews 4:16 tells us,

“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” (KJV)

“Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace (the throne of God’s unmerited favor to us sinners), that we may receive mercy [for our failures] and find grace to help in good time for every need [appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it].” (AMP)

“So let’s walk right up to him and get what he is so ready…

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I’m whistling up my sheep

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16 Jan 2016

“I’m whistling up my sheep,” the Lord said to me this morning.

Lying in bed about 5:00 AM, not quite ready to get up, I asked the Lord to talk to me. (Last night I had gone to sleep so quickly that I didn’t even pray much.)

That was his answer. “I’m whistling up my sheep from all over the world.”

Then he showed me, scene by scene, masses of people being born again. In Iceland. Greenland. Lapland. The Gobi desert. Afghanistan. The Russian Steppes. China. South Africa. Indonesia. Kuwait. The continents, the island nations, small and large.

And on, and on, and on. Lost people responding to the prayers of found people, their hearts are waking up to desire God, to hunger for the true God. They are seeking Him and they are finding.

“If they have never heard the gospel, a way will be made for them to know it. They are entering the kingdom by twos, and threes, by two thousands, and three thousands. My sheep are coming in.”

I suddenly began to see faces, nations – black, white, red, yellow, brown, every shade of every skin color. Oriental. Pacific Islanders. Asians. European. Scandinavian. Native American. South American. First People.

Then I heard the whistle, like a boy calling his dog, or a coach calling his team, or a shepherd calling his sheep. The Shepherd is calling His sheep, and they are coming.

I realized – those who he is calling were not yet born again when he began whistling. The whistling is in response to the intercessions of his obedient born-again ones. As they pray and decree what the Shepherd wishes, he carries out those wishes.

And so he is whistling up his sheep. Whew. I can see those faces, hear those whistles. Multitudes are coming into the kingdom.

(See Zechariah 10:8)