Thoughts Higher Than Mine_Living Word Chronicle

Buckets of Joy, the Instruments for Drawing Water from the Wells of Salvation

By Moses Hightower

I have awakened you another day. Now put on your strength. Put on your beautiful garments of praise. Do not sell yourself for naught, for you are redeemed without money. There is no dust on you. There are no bands on your neck. You are not in bondage. Though many are taken into captivity in this hour, you dwell in liberty. I have sent revival into your midst. The people are loosed, and joy is in their expressions unto me. Continue to carry them good tidings and publish peace. I have declared your feet beautiful upon the mountains of the last days. Go and speak good tidings of good. Go and publish salvation among my people. Go and say, “Your God reigneth!”

Go and remove lamenting and mourning from the midst of the people with the washing of water by the living word. Many are expressing themselves with tearful faces, and the voices of the plaintful* souls contend for positions in the congregations. They seek to drain the true children of their joy and persuade them to follow their paths of moody worship. Go and lift up your voice as a watchman and tell them to break forth into joy and sing the new songs of the spirit, which are given freely to those who are yielded unto the abundance of grace.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! My holy arm shall be seen by all nations, and the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of the true God. There is a time to weep and a time to laugh. There is a time to mourn and a time to dance. This is not the time for weeping and mourning. I have brought you into the good land of plenty. I have not left you in a spiritual Babylon where people sit down and weep at the remembrance of the house of God and the good land of liberty. There is a spirit warring against my people that tempts them to hang their harps of praise upon the weeping willows planted in their midst. It is a spirit of bondage that has seduced many and brought them into captivity. This spirit will require of them the songs from the house of God that they may mock their relationship with their God. This spirit will carry away my people into a strange land of false joy and spiritual pretense. How will they sing the Lord's songs in a land of bondage where there is no real joy and the abundance of hypocrisy?

I desire to deliver the people out of the hand of this enemy. My anger is turned away, and now I am comforting the people of my body. I am their salvation. Tell them to trust and not be afraid, for I am their strength and their song. Show them the bucket to use to draw waters out of the wells of salvation, for many are attempting to draw living waters without the buckets of joy. I have said, “With joy shall they draw water out of the wells of salvation.” Without the bucket of joy, there is no means to draw out of these living waters. Go and preach that I have given them freely buckets without holes that they may be washed and refreshed from the deep fountains of living water.

(* Plaintful: Containing a plaint; complaining; expressing sorrow with an audible voice. ''My plaintful tongue.'' -- P. Sidney)

BONDAGE, CAPTIVITY, ENEMIES, LAMENTING, MOURNING, AND SORROW

By Milton Rodriguez

The Lord has awakened me another day. I have put on my strength. I put on my beautiful garments of praise. I will not sell myself for naught, for I am redeemed without money. There is no dust on me. There are no bands on my neck. I am not in bondage. Though many are taken into captivity in this hour, I dwell in liberty. God has sent revival into my midst. The people are loosed, and joy is in their expressions unto God. I will continue to carry them good tidings and publish peace. God has declared my feet beautiful upon the mountains of the last days. I will go and speak good tidings of good. I will go and publish salvation among God’s people. I will go and say, “Your God reigneth!”

I will go and remove lamenting and mourning from the midst of the people with the washing of water by the living word. Many are expressing themselves with tearful faces, and the voices of the plaintful souls contend for positions in the congregations. They seek to drain the true children of their joy and persuade them to follow their paths of moody worship. I will go and lift up my voice as a watchman and tell them to break forth into joy and sing the new songs of the spirit, which are given freely to those who are yielded unto the abundance of grace.

I rejoice! The Lord’s holy arm shall be seen by all nations, and the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of the true God. There is a time to weep and a time to laugh. There is a time to mourn and a time to dance. This is not the time for weeping and mourning. God has brought me into the good land of plenty. He has not left me in a spiritual Babylon where people sit down and weep at the remembrance of the house of God and the good land of liberty. There is a spirit warring against God’s people that tempts them to hang their harps of praise upon the weeping willows planted in their midst. It is a spirit of bondage that has seduced many and brought them into captivity. This spirit will require of them the songs from the house of God that they may mock their relationship with their God. This spirit will carry away God’s people into a strange land of false joy and spiritual pretense. They will not be able to sing the Lord's songs in a land of bondage where there is no real joy and the abundance of hypocrisy. God desires to deliver the people out of the hand of this enemy. His anger is turned away, and now he is comforting the people of his body. He is their salvation. I will tell them to trust and not be afraid, for God is their strength and their song. I will show them the bucket to use to draw waters out of the wells of salvation, for many are attempting to draw living waters without the buckets of joy. The Lord has said, “With joy shall they draw water out of the wells of salvation.” Without the bucket of joy, there is no means to draw out of these living waters. I will go and preach that Christ has given them freely buckets without holes that they may be washed and refreshed from the deep fountains of living water.

By Don Grigsby

Don and Linda Grigsby

RE: RHEMA - Buckets of Joy, the Instruments for Drawing Water from the Wells of Salvation

We have been drinking from living wells of joy that refresh our hearts from the onslaught of hell. How can we sing the songs of destruction when Deity is dancing with us as he whispers loving promises in our ears? How can we declare the negative news of the chaos of this world when we have good news from the world to come? Praise is the plate, spoon, and fork that we are seated at the feast of joy with. We will feast on the blessings of the bounty of his victory for us. God comes to us to commune with us as he comforts us and confirms his word all at the same time. Why should I have a mouth full of mean things to say when mercy is feeding me joy? Everyone will worship something. Many have a miserable self-worship of their own sorrow. In their sadness, they create the pitiful day of bitterness they feel that they deserve to wallow in. Why not worship the wonders of the One who washes away all my tears? If I will feast and drink his joy, he will wash away all my fear and doubt. He will wash away our depression and disgust as we delight in his indwelling. In life, we can choose to drink our own anger until our anointing is gone. We can feed on our own hurt until all our hallelujahs are gone. We choose to celebrate and feast on the platters that Hallelujah is serving!

By Moses Hightower

Go and proclaim the need to be of one mind and one spirit. Teach the people to reach forth unto the things that are before them with togetherness, not reaching forth in strife and division. Go and say, "Put on charity and be hidden in the bosom of love." My word will not return to me empty or void, but my word has been sent forth and will do what I have intended it to do. Be strengthened in the word, and then will others be born again of the incorruptible seed of the word within you. Many are begotten by the word of truth. Go and study nature. There will you learn to stop the loss of so many of your young. Remember, these are souls I died for. I love them, and I love you. Come and reason with me, then will you learn wisdom and win the lost, not aborting your young. Come and reason with me, then will you learn wisdom and join the angels and me in defending the young babes in Christ. Run to the shelter of my grace. Bind wisdom as ornaments about your heart and mind, and then will peace and fruitfulness abound in you. Follow wisdom, then you and those that you win will not be trophies for the predators of the age. Do not be a trophy for the god of the world. Go and sit at the feet of nature and allow its teachings to impart wisdom and life to you.

By LWWC Confession Writers

I will go and proclaim the need to be of one mind and one spirit. I determine to teach the people to reach forth unto the things that are before them with togetherness, not reaching forth in strife and division. I will go and say, "Put on charity, and be hidden in the bosom of love." God's word will not return to him empty or void, but his word has been sent forth and will do what he has intended it to do. I am strengthened in the word, and now others will be born again of the incorruptible seed of the word within me. Many are begotten by the word of truth. I resolve to go and study nature. There will I learn to stop the loss of so many of our young. I remember that these are souls Jesus died for. He loves them, and he loves me. I draw near to the Lord and reason with him. Now I will learn wisdom and win the lost, not abort our young. I move toward the Lord and reason with him. Now will I learn wisdom and join the angels and God in defending the young babes in Christ. I have run to the shelter of the Lord's grace. I bind wisdom as ornaments about my heart and mind, and now will peace and fruitfulness abound in me. I follow wisdom. Now those that I win will not be trophies for the predators of the age. I will not be a trophy for the god of the world. I will go and sit at the feet of nature. I will allow its teachings to impart wisdom and life to me.

By Don Grigsby

RE: RHEMA - The Eyes of Truth Sees Through the Face of Craftiness

We would never give any credit to the enemy. He has no power over the true believer. If there was a contest for his best scheme, it is the blinded mind. In blinding the minds of those who could have faith, he causes those who are blinded to have a distorted image of Jesus Christ and every situation of life. We are not of the night but of the light. At the evening time, there is more revelatory light than ever before. As we seek the light and understanding of hearing, (Paul said that we should have the eyes or the understanding of our hearts opened) the greatness of the power of the Lord will reveal the devices of the wicked one. We hear with our hearts and see with our hearts spiritually. The eyes of our understanding are written as the eyes of our "cardia" in the original Greek. As we allow the heart that has been spiritually tuned to the spiritual world to be attentive in its listening and hearing, we will see the craftiness of the enemy exposed. Our enemy will cause us to behold a million faces of beauty that would deceive us, and he would be behind every mask. He would laugh at our deception. We have the leadership of the Holy Ghost that will give us the discernment of the spirits that come to us. We can look past the mask and into the depths of the intent of the greeting that would lead us away captive. Anything that is strange and not the face of our Friend is a harlot of this hour. Spiritual harlots will lead us down to the pits of hell. We should always be running after the Lover of our soul. We should never be caught up in the distraction of the faces of false beauty that change into the horrors of hell.

By Moses Hightower

(Continued)

Acknowledge me in all your ways. I will strengthen your heart continually. I am supplying all your needs according to my riches in glory. In glory, the riches of your Lord are unsurpassed. I am rich and available to you; therefore, worship with all that is within you. Do not succumb to the weak things that have come against you. They speak with loud voices and appear to be beyond you in strength and capability. Look at my strength. Look at my ability. Look at my wisdom. Look upon my love and behold Calvary again. Look and see that my love has not changed. I am the living Savior. Look and learn of my love for you in this time of trial. Behold that it is the same.

266. Why trust in man?

Man did not create you. Man did not start you in this way of the holy. I started a good work.

267. Will I not continue and complete it?

(To Be Continued)

By Debbie McBee

January 30, 2007

Lord, I thank you for this day, and I am so grateful that you woke me up this morning. You have granted me another day to put on your strength as a beautiful garment of praise. Because of your love, I will not sell myself for naught, for you have redeemed me without money. My soul has found solace because there are no bands on my neck, nor any dust on me. I shout for joy that I am no longer in bondage. Though many are taken into captivity in this hour, you have allowed me to dwell in liberty. I am witnessing the revival sent into my midst. The people are loosed, and joy is in their expressions unto you. By your grace, I will continue to carry them good tidings and publish peace. I am honored that you have declared my feet beautiful upon the mountains of the last days. I will go and speak good tidings of good and publish salvation among your people. I will go boldly and say, “Your God reigneth!”

I will go in your name and remove lamenting and mourning from the midst of the people with the washing of the water by the living word. Thank you again for bringing refreshing and rejuvenation unto me. Though many express tears and have plaintful souls, I will not be ignorant of the devil’s devices and allow these people to drain the joy from your children. By grace, I will not allow them to persuade the children to follow them in their paths of moody worship. I will continually lift up my voice as a watchman and tell them to break forth into joy and sing the new songs of the spirit. I will cherish the new songs of the spirit that you have freely given to all those who are yielded unto your abundance of grace.

I rejoice and I am glad that your holy arm shall be seen by all nations and the ends of the earth shall see your salvation, for you are the true God. Your word tells me that there is a time to weep and a time to laugh; there is a time to mourn and a time to dance. I know assuredly that this is not the time for weeping and mourning. You have brought me into the good land of plenty, and it is now a time to show forth my gratitude with joy and singing. You have not left me in spiritual Babylon where people sit down and weep at the remembrance of your house and the good land of liberty that was left behind. I give you praise for keeping me Jesus, for there is a spirit warring against your people that comes to tempt us to hang our harps of praise upon the weeping willows planted in our midst. I cherish your deliverance, for it has come to deliver me from this seducing spirit that comes and tries to carry me away into a strange land of false joy and spiritual pretense. You are my salvation and you bring salvation unto your people. I will tell them to trust you and not be afraid, for you are our strength and our song. I will show them the bucket to use to draw waters out of the wells of salvation, for many are attempting to draw living waters without the buckets of joy. Without the bucket of joy, there is no means to draw out of these living waters. By grace, I will go and preach that you have freely given us buckets without holes that we may be washed and refreshed from the deep fountains of living water.

I esteem you today because you have allowed us to drink from living wells of joy that refresh our hearts from the onslaught of hell. I am honored that you have whispered loving promises in my ear and drowned out the songs of destruction's attempts to be heard. I have news from the world to come; therefore there is no room to contemplate or declare the negative news of the chaos in today’s world. I come to the table of joy with my plate, spoon, and fork of praise. Today, I am feasting on the blessings of the bounty and victory that you have provided for me. I am indebted to you and honored that you have come to commune with me, to comfort me, and to confirm your word unto me all at the same time. My confidence is in you and your word; therefore there is no reason for me to have a mouth full of mean things to say when your mercy is feeding me joy. I worship you my King for you have washed away my tears. Now, I am feasting and drinking of your joy and you are washing away all of my fear and doubt. I delight in your dwelling and there is no room for depression or disgust. I choose a life with you that brings forth fresh anointing. I shout with the voice of triumph, and I choose to celebrate and feast on the platters that Hallelujah is serving.

RE: PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING - January 30, 2007

In Nehemiah 6:2&3, the man of God refused to come down to talk to Sanballat and Tobiah. It was in the plain of Ono. It is more fitting for us to say today, "OH NO!" He said he could not come down because he was doing a great work. Our world is bent on destruction. We have nothing in common with that kind of mind set. Gossips and rumor mongers are not much above that realm. God has called us up to a high mountain in the spirit. We see heaven and the bride coming down into all existence. Everything that we look for is coming down from above. Everything in this world is coming from beneath and wishes to pull everyone down to their level. Thanksgiving and praise are the runway to take off into an atmosphere that is above the smog of negative and evil pursuits. We have not been called to weep but to rejoice. We see the cloud like a man's hand becoming a drought quenching rain. We hear the sound of hungry lepers’ feet sounding like the famine breaking bread supply train. Our promises come from the One who is immutable and faithful. Our world may play its songs of death and dread, but we have the songs of resurrection in our heads! We must sing and dance! A soul that has been set free cannot hold its peace!