RHEMA 4/11/07 SENT WITH INTERCESSORY SEEDS
HEARD: Wife. She was sent with seeds in her
VISION: I saw a women making her way
through invisible vines. They were hard to forge
through, but she was making progress. Each time she made
one step, then wait on God. In the horizon was the
"Who defined the boundaries of the sea as it burst from
the womb, and as I clothed it with clouds and thick
darkness? For I locked it behind barred gates, limiting
its shores. I said, `Thus far and no farther will you
come. Here your proud waves must stop!' (Job 38:8-11 NLT)
HEARD: She’s finding out about the
intercession. They were in the form of poetry. I can
STEP STOOLS TO BECOME BREAK STOOLS 7/20/02
For years, My people have been climbing My Holy
Mountain one step at a time. Forsaking all for the
journey to Me, they have climbed steep terrain and faced
insurmountable odds. And still they have climbed. It has
stirred My heart to watch them grow with each step along
the way. For I have known the depths of their cries and
the sweat upon their brows.
In times when they could not even think of climbing
another step, I have sent My angels with small stepping
stools. They have bowed low to serve My weary ones and
even helped them lift their legs to take another tiny
half step. Later, when My weary ones could no longer
comply, these servant angels placed their stepping
stools beneath them so they could sit down with their
What they did not perceive in their journey, was why the
weight became heavier with each measured step. Their
spiritual wombs had been impregnated with My seeds of
promise. As they climbed to pursue Me, their wombs grew
fuller and weightier along the way.
Now, in this place of rest, these stepping stools shall
become breaking stools. As in the fullness of time, the
womb breaks forth its waters, these stools shall become
a place of breakthrough when the spiritual dams break
forth in heavenly force. The dams of heaven have been
collecting the tears of the saints for generations.
Their promises and all that has been held back through
the delays of time, shall be spilled forth upon the
earth. This shall be the place of breakthrough, this
shall be My heavenly rain. For I will rain upon all
flesh with a fresh empowerment of My Spirit. I shall
bring to fruition their seeds and they shall not only
reap a bountiful harvest, but they shall also reap what
they have not planted.
So, rest now My weary ones, and place your load upon
your stool. Plant your stool like a memorial rock and
let it become your birthing stone. I am there with you
and will bring you through to completion. I AM faithful
to do exactly what I have promised.
“Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the
tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall
waters break out, and streams in the desert.” (Isa 35:6
“So David and his troops went to Baal-perazim and
defeated the Philistines there. "God has done it!" David
exclaimed. "He used me to burst through my enemies like
a raging flood!" So that place was named Baal-perazim
(which means "the Lord who bursts through").” (1 Chron
THE THRESHING FLOOR 6/07/04
What is the way we go this day?
I simmer and stew, my heart in fray.
I stare at the pages filled with Your Word
I know not the course, this is absurd.
In the midst of delicate challenge
I forget my delicate balance.
Wounds too deep to understand
Take first place amidst the fan.
From flaming the fires to burning the dross
My heart tumbles and turns as the tares are tossed.
Dear God I need my stool to be stable
Let me rest and lean as I am able.
Is it so wrong to need this stool?
I hope I have not missed it - that I am no fool.
My heart cries to You to help me through it.
It is in Your lap that I crave to sit.
As I collect my focus to You this day,
My heart finds its peace away from the fray.
I have learned a lesson I will never forget
That fellowship tasted, is joy deeply met.
How deep Your pain is when we come and go
In and out of Your life as our ebbs do flow.
How can You live with touch and go
Except that Your grip is much deeper than I know?
So hold on tight as I wince and wane
Keep me from running as I face the flame.
Turn my pain to passion and light my way
As I yield to You and to what You say.
It’s all about focus and Who is our God.
It’s walking in Your peace, feet firmly shod.
Whether resting or standing
Nothing is too demanding,
When love remains firm and in its place.
As communion without Words deepens before Your face.
In times of silence, in times of despair
Help me always to know You are there.
Reaching beyond the distant miles
May the bowels of intercession be my bridge for a while.
Carry me through this, Lord I pray.
Help me to stand yet another day.
Matt 3:11-12 NKJV
He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His
winnowing fan is in His hand, and He will thoroughly
clean out His threshing floor, and gather His wheat into
the barn; but He will burn up the chaff with