My soul... You are...

A phrase that I have been singing the past 2 days.  Just can't seem to get it off my heart.

"My soul ...  ....  ...
      My soul sings to You.
  You are... ... ...
      You are my Reward."

Amen

He thinks your beautiful!

Last night I had a dream.

DREAM:
I dreamed I was in this park.  I felt as if I were in Europe somewhere.  The skies were blue, grass green, there was a chill in the air.  My eyes fell on two young women and a man standing by a park bench.  The two women were working, they were prostitutes.  The man was their pimp.  The man was no more than 10 feet away from them.  I watched as the two women sat down on the bench and the man continued to stand.   I started speaking to the women, although I was quite some distance away.  I would say that I was approximately 100 feet away.   At first they wanted nothing to do with me.  The man began to get very angry with me.  He began screaming at me, but I did not fear him.  As I was speaking to them, I was praying for their deliverance and their freedom! It was like I was praying to God but speaking to them.  I felt an over-whelm of the Father's love pouring over them from Heaven! I started prophesying to them "God loves you! God loves  you! He thinks your beautiful! He thinks your beautiful!"  Immediately when I said "He thinks  your beautiful"... both of the women turned into little girls!  I watched as their adult figures shrunk into 5 year old girls! I was telling them... "The Father thinks your beautiful! Your beautiful! They began to smile with delight!  I could hear these little girls giggle!  It was as if their childhood was being restored or brought back to them.  It was as if what the enemy had stolen was being given back in full.  I began to WAR in the Spirit for their freedom and for their deliverance!

I awoke praying.

Quote of the Day

"Intercessors should be the happiest people on the planet because they know the plans of God."

 like... WWHHOOAA!!

gloom turn 2 song turn 2 love

Today I was just having a gloom day.  All day long I kept thinking of home.  Quite homesick you would say... for people & places. The weather is beginning to get warm here and I feel that spring is in the air.  The only thing is that spring in the desert is quite different than spring in America.  There are no fresh spring flowers or crisp air.  There are no rains or tulips.  I was just gloom today thinking about all of this.  I actually let it get the best of me.  On the drive home from work, there was a still silence from me.  I'm sure the girls were wondering.  I came home and did what I normally do when something is wrong.  I cleaned! My house is so clean as I type right now! The gloom did not vaporize as the dust on my floor did. :-/  I then decided to worship.  I sat down at my piano and just began to play & sing.  I worshiped for a good 2 1/2- 3 hours.  I felt Holy Spirit ministering to my heart and shaking the gloom away!  I literally felt Him wrap Himself around me as I sat there singing into Jesus Heart.  Singing of His Love.  Singing of His Faithfulness in my life.  Singing how I am dark but lovely (common phrase-I know, but so deep) As I ended, I felt light.  I felt peace. I felt love.  As I got up from my bench, I whispered into His Heart "I love You so much."

Postal Heartbeat

I just happened to be in the Emirates Post Office the other night.  For those who are familiar w/my amazon addiction, you know of my numerous p.o. box visits. I was at the check-out counter and this pakistani man walked up to the counter.  I immediately felt drawn to Him by Holy Spirit.  His appearance was clean, younger in age, and his face was emotionless.  He had come to pick up a package and was standing next to me, waiting his turn.  His eyes immediately caught mine.  I felt this immense sadness pour over me.  Lately this has been happening a lot to me. At times, its almost too hard to bare.  I know that Holy Spirit was highlighting him to me.  The postal worker spoke to him and called him by name.  He then proceeded to give him a package.  As he handed the package to him, the young pakistani man glanced at me again.  Again, I felt this immense sadness pour through every square inch of my body & pierce my heart.  I felt a sense of despair.  A sense of hopelessness.  I knew immediately that I was feeling what this man was going through.  I couldn't contain myself and I actually 'owed' in the Spirit.  The tears began to flow down my cheeks.  I felt a weep deep within.  I felt the depths of whatever it was that he was going through at the time.  The two postal workers behind the counter looked at me looking at him.  As the young pakistani man walked out of the post office, I was left behind with sorrow.  As tears rolled down my cheeks, the postal worker proceeded to help me as if nothing was going on.  As I walked out of the post office that night, I began to pray for this young man.  Somehow I knew what to pray for.   At times, I don't understand the depths of sorrow that I feel for some but I know that I am not to continue holding it.  God releases to his children gifts of discernment, so we may pray change into existence.  He doesn't want us to carry the sorrow or burden but He wants us to take partnership with Him into releasing freedom to the prisoners, the bound, and the broken hearted.  He gives us the burden to give back to Him, and in doing this releases freedom to the captives.  He wants us to take part in His Heartbeat.  

World Flags

 Random prayer walk in the cool of the night.
Walking down the street praying for businesses.
A short prayer for each light up sign.
Praying for people.
Praying for families.
Praying for Love to pour through.
This city belongs to the King.
Heart began to throb and pain.
This is how He feels but much much much worse.
Came to a business sign... "International Embroidery of World Flags."
Prayed.
Random thought ...
       "Wouldn't it be awesome if every flag that was embroidered was prayed over!"
Prayed it.
The impact those prayers could make.
To the countries.
To the Nations.
Random thought...  I don't think so.   :-)

God is with me

Last night I had a dream. I don't remember all of the details of the dream, but I do remember that wherever I went there were feathers!  I remember explaining this to people in the dream.  In the dream they were not all white feathers.  Some of them weren't fluffy & white but they were very big, texturized, and darker in color.  Thats all that I remembered of the dream.


I awoke this morning in a hurry but with a chorus in my heart "I may be weak, but your Spirit is strong in me."  I jumped up humming and rushed to get ready.  I honestly did not even have time to pray, read my bible, or make coffee.  As I was walking out my door and into the elevator I prayed for strength to get through the day.  Lets just say that not all days are easy teaching days here in the UAE.  I then made my way to the ground floor to grab a Starbucks coffee.  Yes that's right, I now have a Starbucks in my building. :-)  This could be good for my mornings but bad for my pocketbook. I just have to say... "can't put a price on happiness (famous quote from my brother).


As I walked into the Starbucks, I ordered a latte and payed for my drink.  As I was waiting in line, I saw a mutual friend of a friend.  As we were waiting for our drinks, we began to discuss work and then something very strange happened.


Here is the end of our conversation:


me: Wow!

girl: What is that?

me: (with tears in my eyes) Feathers! It's feathers! Haha!  
      (stunned as I watch them float down on us)

cashier: (looking up to the ceiling in amazement!)

girl: That's crazy! You would think there was a bird up there!

me: Maybe, Maybe not (there wasn't).

me: (Walking away feeling very very special) God is with me. :-)


As I walked away from this encounter, I was amazed at how God shows up!  It's not the feathers that are so amazing (although they are pretty cool), it's that when I pray-He hears.  It's that when I pray-He speaks.  It's that when I pray-He comes.  This is the God I love.  

Back to the Basics

This evening, I was just sitting and listening to a message/sermon from IHOP.  It was a pretty good message that definitely applies to the season that I am in.  In the middle of the message the Holy Spirit spoke a simple line to me "Back to the Basics."  I repeated "Back to the Basics" a few times.  It's very simple... Love God with all my heart.  Love God with all that I have.
Sometimes I loose sight of this and get overwhelmed with life: work, thoughts of my future, friends, studying, worship, etc.
I loose focus on the simplicity of communion.
How simple it is.  How basic it is.  It really is very simple.
I hear Jesus saying "Just love Me."

I heard this amazing quote this evening...
"Let God be my preoccupation. Let God be my love affair."
May this be my prayer.

Did not our hearts burn within?

Quote of the Day

"He's gonna get you where He wants, when He wants, and how He wants and if your not there it's probably because He doesn't want you there."  Banning Liebscher

I heard this today... and totally "whoed in the spirit!"