Category: A word from the wise
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A Pleasing Aroma This will be a series of posts about God’s desire to give Israel, and us today, a heart of flesh in place of a heart of stone. This indicates a real, movable heart alive and sensitive to God. Psalm 39 describes my heart position this morning. Verse 3, states,” My heart was…
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In a dream, I am in a thrift store. I find an old, battered suitcase. It has a clearance sticker on it. I open it up and there is a contraption inside. I can see that it is meant to be hung because on top is a wooden hanger. I grab the hook and lift…
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This is content is something I posted seven years ago. My heart is still aflame with this message. I hope it adds a spark to the fire on the hearth of your heart this morning. Much love. I have often heard it said all intercessors are prophets but all prophets are intercessors. A prophetic life…
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Do you have oil in your lamp? What is in your lamp when you seek to make God your genie? We all talk about needing to have oil in our lamps. Most, I think who have studied the bible teach the oil represents the Presence of God, the Holy Spirit and or the grace that…
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As I prayed at as is my custom I had a vision of myself going into an antiquated Mikvah, a Jewish purification bath. The mikveh was always one of the first things that was set up when the Israelites were wandering in the desert. Along with the tabernacle it’s presence and availability to the people for…
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Israel was celebrating Succoth. During the seven days of the “feast of booths” 70 bulls would have been sacrificed as intercession. One bull for each of the seventy nations. His house, after all was always meant to be a House of prayer for all nations! He always meant to include the Gentiles in His plan.…
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The Mona Lisa painting tells me that Leonardo Da Vinci was real. The Creation of Adam proves Michalangelo existed. Ulysses by James Joyce Moby Dick by Herman Melville and Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina all testify to the existence of their authors. I woke up in the middle of the night saying loudly, Do you not know…
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The setting for my dream is that somehow I am aware that it is in the wee hours of the morning, I was in the kitchen, and stood at a counter with some dough on it. I was kneading it. I knew that what I was making was gum as in chewing gum. The scene…
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In my dream, I approach and enter a large house of noisy children. Some of the children have gathered around specific activities like are or circle games like duck-duck goose. Others play on their own, doing as they please. professional social workers are sitting in various places with the children. But they are there only…
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