The sound of His heartbeat was in the drum, the sound of His breath was in the keys, and the sound of His truth was in spoken words. The atmosphere was thick and weighty. It was His glory descending on us, kissing the back of our necks. We worshiped. We sang. We lifted our hands to Heaven. We waited. We listened.
He spoke.
His voice was in a song, a word, a dream, and a vision. Not one of these, but all of these. Now, it continues on for days—His confirmation of His words to us! It’s in what I’m reading. It’s in what I’m feeling. It’s in things here on the earth, and it’s in things from Above. His unfailing love never stops flowing.
What is there of this life on earth, if not for to allow His love to flow through us?
“…Pour it out…drip it down now…like warm honey revelation from Your throne…make Your way to our hearts…wisdom and revelation all the way to our hearts…”
It was for each of us individually, and it was for our nation. It was dripping down on the White House, and it was dripping down onto our foreheads from a great tree in our midst. It was light that was also honey—sticky, messy, healing, purifying, and a sign of His coming that sloughed off all signets of compromise. It left no room for any other but our God. It changed our hearts instantly, and it swirled around in the spirit realm, bringing healing to the region and beyond. It was representative of a choice for the saturation of God in our lives, or famine and plagues.
It was for one, and it was for all. He stirred up creativity in His people. He stirred up boldness. He broke us from the maintenance mode.
He woke us from a slumber—not with a jolt or a thrust, but with a sweet-tasting, satisfying nectar from Heaven.
Thank You, Father.
Love it Amber, very well done!
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