The Holy Spirit
Two days ago, the Lord opened my ears to hear Him speaking with much more clarity. It is indeed the Lord. I have heard Him before, yet it is as though a thick curtain has been removed and He is much clearer. For the first time ever, I have heard Him speak my own name. "Emily....Hear Me....." He said. It was the most beautiful personal thing I have ever heard. It was aside from my own thoughts, as though it were a human voice calling me. Yet it was not human. It is a voice I have known for much of my life, yet have not recognized it as so. Now a new door is opened. Now I recognize this voice of my God--my Creator. I pray for all clarity in hearing Him in the days ahead, that I may not once lean to my own understanding. I have been looking for a way to say this, a way to explain, and there is no other way to explain it except that God--He speaks to me, His humble servant Emily. He is alive, and He does speak.
My vision
I have received two visions. They must be told.
The first vision was of a small child--a toddler. He is running down a sidewalk. You know the kind of run of a toddler who has just learned to balance. Big shoes clunking loudly on the pavement. Arms out at the sides. At first I see the child and wonder about the parent. He runs on. Clunk clunk clunk. He trips over a crack in the cement and falls onto his palms. Just then, a large hand reaches down and lovingly scoops up the child. The Hand bandages up the wound and gently places the boy back on the sidewalk. The child run toward danger, and the Hand reaches and nudges him back on to the safety of the path. "Go this way," the Hand motions. Tears stream down the face of the little boy. His cheeks are stained with tears, and the Hand reaches out and wipes away the tears and sweetly caresses his cheek. Again I see the boy, but he is laughing. The Hand reaches up and wipes a very large tear, in joy over seeing His dear child's true happiness.
I've relayed this to several people....each one saying "that child is me...". I know who that child is--yes, it's you....and it's me. The Loving Hand of our God....to His little children. Oh, I have seen it.
The second vision was of myself and another person. I was on my way somewhere when I came upon a person tied in big thick rusty chains, with a lock across the front. I stopped and stared, noting just how large the chains were, thinking I MUST GET THESE OFF! So, I reached over to them and grabbed the chains and began to pull with all my might. I pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Then I started yelling and pulling, with every bit of strength I could muster. And then.....I looked down and realized that the person was pulling against me. They were trying to keep their chains on! I yelled at them, saying, "do you not want to be free of these chains?! Look what they have done to you, those sores and cuts!" The person nodded their head no (almost zombie-like) and began to pull the chains back toward them. Then I heard the Lord say, "Leave them! They embrace their chains! Child, they have no eyes to see, or hear about the freedom they can have! For such a time will come when they will realize they have been in captivity to these dirty rusty chains (doctrines), and they will beg Me to remove the chains! Until then, child, pray for them fervently . But there is no salve to offer to the gaping wounds of those who will not acknowledge that they have wounds!"
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