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Landscape Of Seasons, Tabernacling With God.


Recently, I was talking to the Lord about seasons and times. When I asked about the new season we were coming into, I distinctly heard the Lord say, “This is not a season that you are embarking upon, but a landscape. A landscape of seasons.”  When I scribed Journey, I saw an exodus from that which we’ve always known, into the unknown. An unmarked wilderness, that will require our full attention and gaze upon the glory of God alone, to properly navigate the hours and days set before us. Collectively (and yet more importantly) individually, seeing the cloud by day and the fire by night move- when it’s time to move. We will know, instinctively, as one together in Christ, when and how to progress forward. As our encampment will no longer face the institutions of men, to whistle and signal for us the way, but we will see THE WAY, with our own eyes. For HE is known by His own. Where He goes they WILL follow. The greatest challenge of the days of Tabernacling with God, through the wilderness transition, is not our ability to endure, but the discipline to ENTER INTO HIS REST. That is the true and given key to endurance, in the Kingdom of God. For it’s not by might not by power, but by MY Spirit, says the Lord. Resist the habit of following the crowd, when the crowd stirs, for there will be the “movement of systems” in the earth.. There is a way that seems right to a man, but the end of that way is death. What is comforting to know is that the SHEPHERD of our souls, has given us the Holy Spirit, that leads us and guides us into all truth. So we shall move by the unction of the Holy Spirit, as one, while all our eyes are stayed upon Him. There is an apostolic order for this that requires Kingdom governance; however, the old must be replaced by the new. As the JOURNEY itself transforms us. See Journey for more. See NeWinePouring the latest entry, regarding “Inspired Systems”.

For more on the pattern and parable of Living out Psalm 91:1 see Numbers chapter 9.

JOURNEY
It’s true you live in this world, it is true you are a vital part of it, that you have realms of influence imperative to the plans that are set before you for the end time harvest to be complete. At the same time that my Church embraces the field of harvest that I have marked out for them, I want my people to remember the supernatural journey they are called to engage in. The journey where all that they are equipped with is put to task. It is a way, in the Spirit, where I go before my people beyond the gates of the cities which have been a strong hold for them to rest in; but, many have become accustom to a culture of life in these strongholds, that are not the resting place. In this journey I am your guide. If you remain in the city of circumstantial rest its dismantling will displace you. All that you lean upon, other than me, will fail you. In all circumstances I Am your RESTING PLACE.

My call is to come with me, let us go on together, says The Lord; beyond the land marks that have oriented the Church for generations, from the place where looking to me has not always been where they’ve turned to steady their nerves; where familiarity, in fact, provided a false sense of comfort, a religious cliché, in times when answers to prayer required more waiting, more seeking. My Spirit leading you in all TRUTH fuses rest with forward motion, I Am YOUR RESTING PLACE.

False comforts have often circumvented an important step in leading my people beyond the highly populated METROPOLIS called All YOU NEED. But, the truth of the matter has been it is LESS THAN WHAT THERE IS, this has been that oasis in the desert that many settle in as a permanent abode. But, it is a rest stop not the destination, it is not my resting place. It is GOOD ENOUGH to GET YOU BY, for those not so thirsty. The journey I have for my people takes them past the monuments of remembrances, of what I’ve done, to the frontier of what I’m going to do. What lies before you is open landscape, there are no alters of sin, no reminders of past failure; it’s the road less traveled, no mile posts, no cities, whose water works are perpetually recycled. It is not a life of redundancy. There are no canal systems- but rains in due season. Even the former and the latter rains … It is a land where your wellspring causes refreshing for those who journey after you, while you progress in yours.

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– Deana Barnes.

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Journey, It’s Time Prophecy

Journey was first published 6/12/2016. As the nature of prophecy, it has an appointed time, while it speaks to us presently as well. I believe this prophecy is in its appointed time now, as it seems to be referencing those things we see happening around us today.  Carefully read this prophetic message that confirms God’s leading, and how to move through this amazing hour we’re in, as the Church. If you know someone who needs God’s peace. Send them this prophecy, JOURNEY.

Journey

Psalm 84:4-6 Blessed are those who dwell in your house.They are always praising you. Selah. Blessed are those whose strength is in you; who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage. Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.  

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Journey

It’s true you live in this world, it is true you are a vital part of it, that you have realms of influence imperative to the plans that are set before you for the end time harvest to be complete. At the same time that my Church embraces the field of harvest that I have marked out for them, I want my people to remember the supernatural journey they are called to engage in. The journey where all that they are equipped with is put to task. It is a way, in the Spirit, where I go before my people beyond the gates of the cities which have been a strong hold for them to rest in; but, many have become accustom to a culture of life in these strongholds, that are not the resting place. In this journey I am your guide. If you remain in the city of circumstantial rest its dismantling will displace you. All that you lean upon, other than me, will fail you. In all circumstances I Am your RESTING PLACE.

My call is to come with me, let us go on together, says The Lord; beyond the land marks that have oriented the Church for generations, from the place where looking to me has not always been where they’ve turned to steady their nerves; where familiarity, in fact, provided a false sense of comfort, a religious cliché, in times when answers to prayer required more waiting, more seeking. My Spirit leading you in all TRUTH fuses rest with forward motion, I Am YOUR RESTING PLACE.

False comforts have often circumvented an important step in leading my people beyond the highly populated METROPOLIS called All YOU NEED. But, the truth of the matter has been it is LESS THAN WHAT THERE IS, this has been that oasis in the desert that many settle in as a permanent abode. But, it is a rest stop not the destination, it is not my resting place. It is GOOD ENOUGH to GET YOU BY, for those not so thirsty. The journey I have for my people takes them past the monuments of remembrances, of what I’ve done, to the frontier of what I’m going to do. What lies before you is open landscape, there are no alters of sin, no reminders of past failure; it’s the road less traveled, no mile posts, no cities, whose water works are perpetually recycled. It is not a life of redundancy. There are no canal systems- but rains in due season. Even the former and the latter rains … It is a land where your wellspring causes refreshing for those who journey after you, while you progress in yours.

Numbers 21:18  Israel sang this song: “Spring up, O well! Sing to it! “The well, which the leaders sank, Which the nobles of the people dug, With the scepter and with their staffs.” And from the wilderness they continued to Mattanah, from Mattanah to Nahaliel, and from Nahaliel to Bamoth,…

Know in the days to come your dependencies on that which is other than me, will be THE HOOK that will displace many, and relocate them, re-educate them, and recondition their ordained purpose. I have not called my people to be slaves, but sons and daughters. From this time forward  you, and yours, must know me as your all in all, to withstand the tsunami of change that will cost many their independence, and define their gods. A child of The Holy One, caught in the snare of systems, will pay dearly, for the name they bear. Those THAT SEEK to save their life will lose themselves to another. Those that lose themselves in me, will find true life and liberty.

The lazy child who has always padded their experience with the lowest fruit hanging, will find a day they have not acquired the tools to reach, what is left in the highest branches. It will do the diligent well to train the low branch gleaner, in their lives, to seek after what it takes to obtain the higher, more difficult fruit to gather. The days of trouble should not be the time one is out borrowing and begging for tools. All they have need of is in me, if they will come and find me. You are not their source, a great teacher will teach them, that I AM.

Where I would have you to go, takes you out of SIGHT KNOWLEDGE.

Bear in mind a pilot trained to fly at night is more advanced than one who relies on visual flying. My people need this. For Satan’s kingdom, even now, is boasting, “The hand is quicker than the eye.” There have been many dreams, and many visions, poured out in the Kingdom of my Dear SON, says the Lord, exploding with visual activity, but more than this, what you want, is what rests upon the one given, the WORD OF LIFE, among the seven the Spirit of WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE, UNDERSTANDING and COUNSEL. This will differentiate the mystical dreamers from the Joseph rulers of EGYPT, AND THE DANIELS who are appointed stewards, and counselors, in Babylonian rule. It is not what you see in the supernatural, that has impact, but, it is what you understand supernaturally that will make a difference in my kingdom.

This place that I desire to embark my Church upon is not for the faint of heart but the one that knows from where his source of refreshing comes, even from his own belly where the living waters flow. Where the fire that ignites your flame is the one you’ve learned to fan. Where old things have passed away and all things become new. Where sources OUTSIDE of communication with me, will instantly be known as strangers, no matter how familiar, or well recognized they may be. For let me tell you, it is that which is familiar that will delude your thinking, in times of crises. Only my Spirit, and my voice will not betray you in the end. This is where you hold onto me as a child holds on to his father. This is where we must go, for a little while where there will be a shedding of the familiar, and a turn about, and I will leap with you hand in hand, across the great divide; for time is moving on, marching on, each day is a challenge of its own. Even, in this world’s natural seasons- how the lines are fading where once definitive seasons occurred …

To know the times and seasons.

This can be a source of disorientation for my people who are not watching carefully, for as suddenly as harvest time comes, windows of opportunity to bring it in, will close in these days of atmospheric turmoil, and extreme circumstances. While opportunities open elsewhere, unexpected. This work of the Kingdom can be mastered in a discipline called: being INSTANT IN SEASON, and OUT. Where responding to my Spirit, bypasses the limitations of human reasoning, and seamlessly transitions everyday moments into encounters for the miraculous; where by use these have learned to discern times and seasons according to the compass of eternity, rather than, the position of the natural sun. As the sons of Issachar were of a tribe and clan, so are these in this day, they have a specific banner, in the spirit, that identifies them, they are able to discern the times, and seasons, of the Kingdom. Their direction is not by what they see, what they hear, or how they feel. Nor, by dates, times, or schedules. Their leading comes out of the moving, ever flowing, river of life that flows with in them, from the issues of life that join the regenerated, and eternal spirit of man.

In fact, there are many of those who are peculiar in their callings that carry common banners, and they are of a kindred kind, says The Lord. As those who served me in times of plenty, yet, out of step from the general assembly, as forerunners, even those in the tradition of Ezekiel’s intercession, whose lives played out in type- struggles of that which is to come. In order that they might warn and persuade with passion, the souls of the complacent. Whom bore reproach, and lost opportunity to build walls of their own for the sake of the gospel; while fighting futuristic battles, processing them as living parables, and harbingers to come. I Remind  them as always, I Am your wall, says The Lord, I am your high tower. Your resting place is in me.

They Will REMOVE THE ANCIENT LANDMARKS

THEREFORE BELOVED, so important will my voice of leading be in this hour that it will be the only thing that will stand between you and the deception of the times. For there are those who desire to move from you, the land marks of your Fathers, in the earmarks of history, where the sign of the times, will be in the dissociations of covenants, stewardship, and other regards, honored for generations. All these things will be treated with contempt, when they stand in the way of change, in other words there will be those witnessing points of reverence and reference removed from the landscapes of History, in hopes, that its testimony will be forgotten. The greatest danger is the passing of those who remember the depravity of men with great power, and the weaknesses of those with great wealth where by  Satan enters into them. As it is said, history forgotten, is history repeated. Many of those who remember the unforgettable are going to sleep, in the earth.

This is another reason why your encampments stationed in the valley of WHAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN, will no longer orient you, nor educate you, for the JOURNEY of that which is to come. As it is impossible for iron and clay to bond so it will be in what was formally known to you as your community, perverse spirits in the land will make it impossible for the Godly to bond any longer with what was once, simply, a geographically associated group of commonalities.  Even the conformed of the conformed, that palate abnormal and strange appetites in this world, are of demon power and they war against you, and will continue to war with demonic fury against the transformed, of those renewed in their mind. This is why I have said, in this world you shall have tribulation but be of good cheer for I HAVE OVERCOME the WORLD.

Flesh against the spirit, and spirit against the flesh, and what is the works of the flesh but witchcraft? Be not deceived works of the flesh are not just bad habits but they are a spiritual darkness. This is why it is time to pull up the tent stakes, of their natural affections of what they have always known, and be fully acclimated into my kingdom; its life, fellowship, and economy, for the things of this world (if they have not already) will truly become STRANGELY dim. I am revealing a core standard, lean not upon your own understanding; but, in all your ways continue to acknowledging me. I am more reliable than the sun-dial made in stone that cast the shadows of the sun. More precise than atomic clocks that measure time. I created the atom, I created seasons, and times, in me there is no shadow of turning. I change not. I declare the end from the beginning, says The Lord. Though your eyes may deceive you, my SPIRIT that lives inside of you will guide you into all truth.

Prophetic simulations will continue to prepare my people for seamless transitions in the days to come.

Those not regarding, prophetically, their circumstances and opportunities, to stretch, will find themselves as a drowning man completely disoriented in the deluge to come. Though I have promised that you will not be drowned, why not know the drill before hand, so you can keep your bearings in overwhelming circumstances that will come upon the earth? Rest assured the world has this, and is simulating simulations already, manufacturing climates and creating cultures among the cultured.  Media has been their teacher, and when the time comes the disobedient will know exactly what to do. Salacious appetites, even now are eyeing the pot on the table. They cannot wait, but they know not the predator will become the prey. They know not their part in the great supper of the Lamb.

For I have set before those that are mine A TABLE, I have prepared FOR THEM a resting place, beside still waters. In the presence of their enemies, they shall feast at the table, where there cup runs over in abundant provision, in never-ending supply, Grace! Grace! Grace! … and they shall want not. My ROD AND STAFF have already obtained the promissory notes of these Kingdom holdings, and they are insured by the one who swears on no one, for I am not a Man that I should lie, says The Lord. I swear upon my self I Change Not, and in me there is no shadow of turning. To those of whom are the house hold of God, whether you live or die you are mine. Your darkest night will give way to the dawn every time. I Am the DAWN, OF ALL YOUR DAYS. I AM is the one who will sustain you.

I assure you natural measurements and navigational systems will fail you, no matter how perfected they are!

I am your True North, says the Lord, those things that would seem the same, after global adjustments will not be the same at all, and this is the danger of those churched ones who follow personalities, and popular trends but do not KNOW ME, and know my voice, guiding them as the shepherd would guide his sheep, giving them discernment, embedding with in them a recognition of MY VOICE PRINT that no imposter could ever attain. As a transmission system is replaced in a car, taken out, and put back in, one would assume the same rules would apply, as it did before the transition, even that-which the transmission does, seems to be the same as the one that replaced it, but a different mechanism, a new system, is engaging speed differentials, adjusting to accelerations, and facilitating momentum, while the vehicle itself, beyond human intelligence, will surmise conditions of the road, and make decisions for you. Even calculating the best out come in your decision-making, and recalculating for you in your errors for best solutions, slowly replacing your need for the voice of the Living God, which can never be replaced, beware of the slumbering minds, who give their care to those who are very much awake, attentive and have great intent.

These are pre-set automated systems governed by natural laws. For the more affluent, it will be particularly imperative that your automatic navigational systems are not set above that which is the compass of your soul. I am your true North, says The Lord. My kingdom is your standard. My Kingdom yet unrealized, holds every key, every answer, and has no end, as this one does. Your environments on many levels are ever increasingly being centralized to global standards. Consider that the comforts you enjoy lull the masses into grave slumber. I am calling you to be alert, sober, and awake. If the Strongman of the House would have stayed HIS watch his house would have not been broken into, and his goods stolen. Now put your trusts in heaven, and keep your affections on that which is above, the world will be caught by a thief in the night. The foolish ones ensnared.

Seamless transitions and transferred treasures.

Those that sleep, sleep in the night, those that are drunken get drunk in the night, be the children of the day, even in your deepest nights, and you will not be surprised! In fact, in global trends, those that watch in a state of wakefulness, will ride above the deluge in seamless transition having transferred their treasures, their securities, in the hiding place, where moth and rust cannot corrupt, for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. This anchor called WORLDLY POSSESSIONS will then, therefore, not have any hold on you, persuading critical decisions when Kingdom currents call, for I have made a pathway in the sea. Rivers in the deserts, I have prepared a place for you called WHERE I AM. IN Knowing the TIMES you will not be caught unawares, says The Lord, I Am your TRUE NORTH, the bright and MORNING STAR, I CHANGE not. I am your Day Star, that perpetually rises, and I am your internal flame in the night. Woe to those from where I pluck you out. Their day shall be full of darkness, and their night shall be profound. Yet, my light upon my people will be an everlasting light that increases in the days of darkness, in this world.

A prophecy scribed by Deana Barnes, of NeWinePouring.com, and Remnant Nation Radio.

 

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Voice of The Beloved

imagePsalms 61:1-3

Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For You have been a shelter for me, A strong tower from the enemy. I will abide in Your tabernacle forever; I will trust in the shelter of Your wings. 

Voice

I know this journey has become very difficult for you, but I want you to know that you have not failed me, but in truth it is a passage way, a deep and narrow step off the beaten path. Yet, it is the way. I am the way, remember that. You are in me, and I in you, WE are in the Father. My Spirit has compelled you to come hither, and you have answered that call, but it has brought you to this place, that feels like a hollowed canyon, where an endless stream has cut through a path for you, and still the waters flow … This the way of the deep, calling.

This road I’ve brought you on to travel has (increasingly) proven to be more narrow, and more difficult, as time moves on; still, I am with you. Did I not say, “Lo, I am with you always?” It should comfort you to know there is no other way for you to go, for you are walled in with me, so deep, so narrow, and so high there can be no wrong turn from here. For we have converged upon THE MOUNTAIN now, there is no where else for you to go, remember those days your heart would swell with joy when you stood from it so far? From a distance cool rains and sunsets washed a glory mist upon it, and you wept for the beauty of it?  Knowing, someday, someday … Well beloved SOMEDAY has come, for my people are converging upon the mountain of The Lord, and it will test and try you but know this for certain, there was a time when you had many ways that you could choose to go, but you have chosen THE WAY, and have embarked upon HIS path, did I not say straight is the gate and narrow the path that leads to life and few their be who find it?

Now follow me, nothing that you have done wrong has put you here, but it is that ford, that bridge, that is taking you to the other-side, representing those crossings beyond your own ability, that takes you into mine. See my hand extended to comfort you? Though not far from you, have I not always reminded you I am near? Know that your cries are heard by me as much as your silence, you cannot be left alone- your walls are continually before me, as my walls surround you, I am the rock cut from the mountain of The Lord, fashioned without hands, you are anchored in the cornerstone of the promises of the Father, who is not a man that he should lie, or the son of man that he could be mistaken, your journey is one of purpose, at the crossing of man’s ability and into the endless possibilities that are mine. The mountain of The Lord increases, my Kingdom is come. We will make our début, as the church triumphant! They will know those whom overcome as the pillars of the temple, bearers of the weightiness of the glory of the Father, in the place His presence abides!

Isaiah 28:16 Therefore thus says the Lord GOD, “Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a tested stone, A costly cornerstone for the foundation, firmly placed. He who believes in it will not be disturbed. “I will make justice the measuring line And righteousness the level; Then hail will sweep away the refuge of lies And the waters will overflow the secret place.

Solomon’s Song 2:14
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely…

Let Me Hear Your Voice

I saw my self walking a path at the bottom of what appeared to be an extremely high and narrow canyon, it narrowed as I progressed further down the path and began to feel like I was walking in a way that was cut in stone, in fact this path seemed to be cut through a mountain, and I was walking though what I began to understand was a passage way, proving to become more narrow, and more difficult in the passing of time. I knew I had to continue- I was compelled, convinced, and resolved to keep going, but the further in this trek I walked, the more fear would creep in and doubt would trouble my mind as the deepening canyon cast ever darker shadows. But, I would shake it off, and keep going, the path came to a passage, it was more narrow, the walls of it towered above me; yet, impossible as it seemed, I was able to keep going. It was at this point, in the mountain, where the walls were their highest, where the way extremely narrow, and the sense of isolation deepened. It all became to much for me, and I felt I was asked to accomplish an impossible feet.

I found myself in a battle of wits fending off fear’s taunt, as my mind succumbed to an icy notion that I was stuck, with no way out, and wouldn’t be able to move. That some how I believed a lie, I felt doubt tear through me like shards of ice, an accusatory voice taunting me, “You’re going the wrong way”,  I thought I couldn’t breathe, and I wept for what seemed like hours lodged in the depths of this rock mountain. Now, I stood there convinced I had done something wrong for this to be happening to me, thinking this could not have been what God had planned for my life. I remembered Jonah’s lament and felt that I could understand a portion of his agony.

“I cried out to the Lord because of my affliction,
And He answered me.”

“Out of the belly of Sheol I cried,
And You heard my voice.
For You cast me into the deep,
Into the heart of the seas,
And the floods surrounded me;
All Your billows and Your waves passed over me.
Then I said, ‘I have been cast out of Your sight;
Yet I will look again toward Your holy temple.’
The waters surrounded me, even to my soul;
The deep closed around me;
Weeds were wrapped around my head.
I went down to the moorings of the mountains;
The earth with its bars closed behind me forever;
Yet You have brought up my life from the pit,
O Lord, my God.

“When my soul fainted within me,
I remembered the Lord;
And my prayer went up to You,
Into Your holy temple.

“Those who regard worthless idols
Forsake their own Mercy.
But I will sacrifice to You
With the voice of thanksgiving;
I will pay what I have vowed.
Salvation is of the Lord.”

At some point in this moment of despair I seemed to rise above my self and go outside from where I was, and I became the “her” the “she” ​whom I was now watching below. I could see “her”, seemingly,​ embedded​ in a deep cleft, in the narrow canyon of a rock mountain, passing through an etched path of what looked like luminous blue gray granite. The sky had an aurora effect that cast everything into a blue translucent​ light as if the stars and moon were reflecting the sun as fully as they could past the twilight hour. “​She​”​ was in the pathway cut through it, deep and narrow, as I watched her I listened. She softly wept between intervals of silence, she whispered, she recited verses, and in the late night screamed out banishments to fear. When her voice grew silent I could hear the rythematic breathing in her intervals of rest.

At times she conversed, she laughed, and worshipped the Father, it was in these times her journey seemingly progressed in a steady clip. She sang little songs, but when the shadows deepened and the wind shifted she wept, she sobbed, she grew silent, she slept, she awoke, she whispered, she recited, she rested, she wept, but somehow the tears would always give way to an assurance that would lift her up to go on, and every time she rose up she found the only thing that would lodge her stuck in the passage way was when her fears would get the best of her, and doubt would overwhelm her. From above I could see, In truth, “she” was not hungry, thirsty, or lost. (The she who was I) could breathe …  I was never once stuck, cold, nor ever in danger. It puzzled me why moving forward through this passageway would at times cause so much brokenness in my life, every time it stemmed from the same ​disturbing​ thought, questioning not God, but my ability to hear God, doubting not the creator, but the creature’s fallibility. In that I was helplessly and hopelessly flawed,  just one more ​dark​ thought away from disaster.

​An Expected End

As ​I watched myself ​from above, I thought​:​ I cannot help myself to see, that (The WAY) had an expected end, a sure finish, lined up with the rising of the dawn, and was just ​this one ​dark night away, in a place I was never alone. ​For ​not only had the​ Great Shepherd ​ walked this same path, the Spirit of the Lord was my enduring guide. I prayed to the Lord to lift me up. It was then that I heard Him begin to speak to me in a loving tone, to keep my focus fixed upon him, through this transition, in this place so difficult, saying, “He whose mind is stayed upon me has perfect peace.” He exhorted me to meditate on ​His​ word, to pray unceasingly, to worship and praise, to sing to myself spiritual songs, and keep my focus upon Him​,​ always. He brought me back to those instances when I lost my mental footing and the journey became to difficult to bear.

He​ said, “In these times you let your mind drift and though it provided momentary escape for you, it wasn’t what you needed to keep your spiritual equilibrium; but, rather, was what caused you to lose your footing.” I remembered when that happened, my mind drifted away and went somewhere else, I remember looking back, staring into the rock as if it was a movie screen going back into the recesses of my mind.​​ How ​I could somehow sprout wings and fly away​;​ but,​ when I had come back to myself from these empty daydreams, to the crevice where I stood … it was somehow darker, the Lord’s voice masked by the howl of the arid cavity I stood in, only to feel lonelier …​ and it was there the doubts began to be hurled at me, landing like razor edged stones cutting into my soul, my own voice taunting me as I stood paralysed, heaving in tears. Still, a broken and contrite heart the Lord will not ignore, He will not despise it, and mercy would lift me up, and enable me to realize, I was free all along to progress in this journey, to move on in Him, by faith, and so I did​.​ I moved, and when I did the restrictions that seemingly froze ​me ​in my tracks, drifted off like ghostly cords, unravelling from my arms, legs, and hands.

The only restraints that restrained me were those of my cruel imaginations. Had I kept my focus the essence of His being would have called upon me to continue to keep moving as it had been, all along. But, in my fatigue I looked away, Oh, if I could sprout wings and fly away, my strength betrayed me … But, I remembered HIS promises and when I thought I couldn’t go any farther, and the hours became days, He appeared there beside me, and said, “Look from where you come and what you passed through. So I did, I was astounded at the cleft in the Rock I had just passed through, knowing I ​had come​ this way​;​ but, from where I came was physically impossible for any one to go through, I looked a gain and understood it was the via Delarosa. The only one who can take us through, was the one who had gone through it Himself. The Lord said, “This is the eye of the needle that is impossible with men, yet, is possible with God.”

I could see I had to have this encounter in order to face what I had to pass through next. For it was just as narrow and, seemingly, just as impossible; but, I was encouraged. I remembered a word the Lord gave to me years prior. “When the gift of faith takes you into extraordinary circumstances, an extraordinary prayer life is required to sustain it.” These places are dangerous to back slide in, for when we have experienced the remarkable acts, and attributes of God, and then have fallen away from Him, Satan’s delight to punish such a one is found in great cruelty, it would be better for them to have never known HIS remarkable power, than to have known it, tasted of it, flourished in it, just to fall under the spell of the deceitfulness of sin, and regress from the truth. This the Father’s concern for us and HIS MERCY is clear in the mystery of balancing our root systems with draught, to grow them deep, with out causing our fruit to perish.

Psalm 22:19-24

But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me;
O My Strength, hasten to help Me!
 Deliver Me from the sword,
My precious life from the power of the dog.
Save Me from the lion’s mouth
And from the horns of the wild oxen!

You have answered Me.

 I will declare Your name to My brethren;
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
You who fear the Lord, praise Him!
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
 For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from Him;
But when He cried to Him, He heard.

This truth became evident in those moments of doubt in the mountain cleft. How quickly a satanic suggestion is near to creep in with mockery in order to destroy the progress of the miraculous. In contrast to the extreme, there is also the challenge to live in the mundane, and serve him well there, this is an allowance approved as acceptable, and of reasonable service, from a merciful Father, to preserve us. The author and finisher of our faith, is the one who is constantly pressing out imperfections that would destroy us under pressure should they be solidified with in the constitution of what makes us who we are. This is letting patience having her perfect work, in us that extreme circumstances can perfect us, not destroy us.

So He is faithful in the breaking, when we need broken, and in the mending, when we need torn, and in the moulding, even to the marring of the clay, when starting over serves HIS greater purpose in perfecting us … As long as we are in His hands, walking in HIS WAY, there will be no regrets, nor failure. Even our set backs in Christ will cause us to arrive right on time. Many times I asked the Lord, “Please let me do more for you.” Like a Father holding on to the tugging hands of His little daughter who would rather run than talk, He says, “I know how to send you ahead with out losing you. Let all things be in my will, and in my time.” So the lesson is rest in HIM, and trust, never doubt that He is in you as you abide in Him. In all things give thanks, to this one- The Author and Finisher of Our Faith.

Luke 4:1 Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness …

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