Thoughts Higher Than Mine_Living Word Chronicle

By Moses Hightower

Thelma and Moses Hightower

A Journey Through Time in the Care of Jesus (Part 6)

SCENE 9

I speak to the wanderers of the hour. I speak to those who have drifted far from the shores of victory. Come back to your first love and take down your sail of unbelief. The sail of unbelief is only cast to catch the winds of cold love. You have drifted long enough. Now pull down this sail of unbelief and raise the sail of prayer and praise. When prayer has been raised in your life again, then will you receive the warm winds of my love, which shall direct you to the shores of victory again. On the strange waters of the wanderer, there are many fogs and many creatures of torment. Why wander into these strange places and suffer the torment of a sinner when you could live in the security of love?

You are allowing selfishness to lure you into these strange areas of frustration. Do you enjoy troubling yourselves?

Do you enjoy having complex, self-inflicted hardships for your daily conversations?

Your lives are empty of high praises because you have ventured to the strange lands of self where you are now in exile with those who do not love me. There is no peace in this land where self plans a haven without a true love for me. There is no victory in this land where self plans a haven without the love of the truth. Will you live in exile until the catching away of my bride that you might go to hell from there?

Or will you come from your choice of habitation and be caught away from the launching pad of faithfulness and sincerity?

Come back to the shores of faith. Now add the virtues that I hand to you, and do not refuse them any longer. Unless you receive the experiences that I hand you, you will only build another small island in the land of strangers.

SCENE 10

You have turned the waters of life with old traditions that make the Word of God of no effect. If you continue to take these fresh waters and make old things with the power generated from these fresh waters, then you will live in experiences not designed for your times. Many have created things outdated and not appealing to the people of your time. Use the generator of the spirit, and allow this fresh, prophetic power to produce new things and new experiences for the times. You have the gospel, but you have placed it in the wrong vehicles. Lay aside these vehicles of traditions, which make the Word of God of no effect. Pick up the vehicles of faith, and go prophesy according to the proportion of faith transmitted by the vehicles supplied by my word.

COLD LOVE, FOGS, PRAYERLESSNESS, TORMENT, TRADITIONS, AND UNBELIEF

SCENE 9

The Lord speaks to the wanderers of the hour. He speaks to those who have drifted far from the shores of victory. I will come back to my first love and take down my sail of unbelief. The sail of unbelief is only cast to catch the winds of cold love. I have drifted long enough. Now I pull down this sail of unbelief and raise the sail of prayer and praise. When prayer has been raised in my life again, then I will receive the warm winds of God’s love, which shall direct me to the shores of victory again. On the strange waters of the wanderer, there are many fogs and many creatures of torment. There is no reason to wander into these strange places and suffer the torment of a sinner when I could live in the security of love. In times past, I have allowed selfishness to lure me into these strange areas of frustration. I do not enjoy troubling myself, and I do not enjoy having complex self-inflicted hardships for my daily conversations. My life has been empty of high praises because I have ventured to the strange lands of self where I have been in exile with those who do not love God. There is no peace in this land where self plans a haven without a true love for God. There is no victory in this land where self plans a haven without the love of the truth. By grace, I will not live in exile until the catching away of the Lord’s bride and go to hell from there. I will come from my choice of habitation, and I will be caught away from the launching pad of faithfulness and sincerity. I have come back to the shores of faith. Now by grace, I add the virtues that the Lord hands to me, and I do not refuse them any longer. Unless I receive the experiences that God hands me, then I will only build another small island in the land of strangers.

SCENE 10

I have turned the waters of life with old traditions that make the Word of God of no effect. If I continue to take these fresh waters and make old things with the power generated from these fresh waters, then I will live in experiences not designed for my times. Many have created things outdated and not appealing to the people of my time. I will use the generator of the spirit and allow this fresh, prophetic power to produce new things and new experiences for the times. I have the gospel, but I have placed it in the wrong vehicles. I lay aside these vehicles of traditions, which make the Word of God of no effect. I pick up the vehicles of faith, and go prophesy according to the proportion of faith transmitted by the vehicles supplied by God’s word.

By Don Grigsby

Don and Linda Grigsby

RE: RHEMA - A Journey Through Time in the Care of Jesus (Part 6)

SCENE 9

Faith is the wind of heaven that propels our vessel beyond the tide of fear and doubt. Fervent and perfect love casteth out all our fears. If we turn to the arms of flesh and others that vie for our attention, we can be crushed on the rocks of the reef of life. We are told by the Word of God that in the last days men will be utterly self-centered. Self-centered travel will lead us to a shipwreck of multiple proportions. Our safe passage and destination is to the shores of faith.

SCENE 10

Fresh manna came every morning for the children of Israel. God speaks to us on a daily basis with a word that is designed for today. Yesterday’s bread is good, but today’s bread gives us the specifications for the day and the specific details of our steps. We do not have to rely on yesterday's experiences for the present. Fresh and dynamic energy of the inspiration of God awaits us like fresh mercy every morning.

Night is coming fast. You are beholding the night fall upon the world as a dark blanket. Though men say night is not coming and that things will continue as they are, know of a truth, that night will come and overtake them as a thief. My thoughts are much higher than yours. My ways are much higher than yours. My time is not as your time; therefore, heed this admonition and know that if Adam had known the power of disobedience, he would not have disobeyed. You have seen the power of disobedience and the power of obedience. Choose obedience, and behold the fruit of your obedience on an eternal plane. Many have chosen to taste the bitter fruit of disobedience on an eternal plane. The fruit that awaits those who believe not is an unwanted experience, yet many shall experience damnation by choice.

Night is coming fast. I am beholding the night fall upon the world as a dark blanket. Though men say night is not coming and that things will continue as they are, I know of a truth, that night will come and overtake them as a thief. God's thoughts are much higher than mine. His ways are much higher than mine. His time is not as my time; therefore, I will heed this admonition. I know that if Adam had known the power of disobedience, he would not have disobeyed. I have seen the power of disobedience and the power of obedience. I choose obedience, and I behold the fruit of my obedience on an eternal plane. Many have chosen to taste the bitter fruit of disobedience on an eternal plane. The fruit that awaits those who believe not is an unwanted experience, yet many shall experience damnation by choice.

By Don Grigsby

RE: RHEMA - Awaken O Bride of the Evening Time unto the Whisper of Your Lover

If we sleep when his voice is at the window of our soul and looking on at our lattice, then we are in the sleep that will cause us to miss the rapture if we continue in that state. Our beloved is speaking the poetry of love in the ears of those who he has betrothed. Stairways of inspiration that lift the stars to the heights of the heavens are the zephyrs that are gentle breezes of honey that drip into our hearing from the voice of the Creator. Creation’s symphony has been playing as the angels sing the harmony of the greatest love songs of history. His great love for us has thundered in the giving of the law and has gently led us in the arms of a shepherd. We must not sleep when there is so much to hear at his feet. The lullabies of the hour will cause us to listen to other voices. We have turned our ears to the love that caused darkness to blaze and silence to shout as it heard the words of mercy and forgiveness from the cross.

As the bride, we should shake ourselves from the shackles of our neck and put on the garments of strength. We should shake ourselves from the dust of defeat. Victory is the cleansing waters that wash our face in the light of the evening time. We are told that the thunder is the faint whisper of his power in the book of Job. His whispers are the headaches that rob hell of any sleep. Love's grandest whisper is the wonderful tones of his presence. His arms hold us close, and his hand is under our head. When we hear these words, we are deaf to anything else. In other words, his whisper drowns out all other overtures of the enemy. When we feel this kind of love, we are ready to quit keeping records on anything and anyone else. Love is the highest degree of tolerance. Love sets everyone else free to choose and still loves them. He loved us enough to die for us and allows us to totally reject him, and he still reaches out and embraces our rejection and rebellion with his redemption. Our love for him should be so overflowing that it does the same for everyone who would be our enemy. Loving our enemies is not a side show at a carnival. It is the center stage for mature lovers only. It is a light thing for us to love those who love us back. When another person spits in our face with false accusations, they spit in his face. When they pull the very fiber of our life apart, they pulled out his beard and scalp. When they lash out with bitter whips of lies and beat us behind our back with wounds that will not soon heal, they did it to him. If they would nail our very best effort to a cross and laugh at it, they did it to him. He loved them still! Our love has then been fashioned by the words and whispers made flesh!

By Moses Hightower

(Continued)

Where your heart is, there will your treasure be also. Give your heart to me, and I will give you an exchange of currency that will not fall in the wake of the gravitational forces of lust and pride. If you give yourself to the gravity of lust and pride, then you will enter into a war with me. Friendship with the world is enmity against me, and all that is in the world is the lust of the eyes, the lust of the flesh, and the pride of life. He that is the friend of the world is the enemy of God.

184. Will you defy my love and my word and not be drawn into the hands of the Living God for judgment?

It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the Living God. Fall at my feet and be subdued by grace, then will you be lifted by the resurrection and its power. Continue in the path of lawlessness without submission to my will, and you will come to the end of your mercy. My mercy endureth forever, but those who do not keep the covenant of grace, forsake their own mercy. Listen to my voice, and hear the sound of grace in your ears. Grace has sounded in your ears and brought waves of victory.

185. Will you forsake victory and abide in the light of peace?

(To Be Continued)

RE: PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING - December 30, 2006

Unbelief and fear are the winds that will tear apart the sails and rigging of our vessels and drive us into the rocks of destruction. Our safe harbor and landing is on the shores of faith. As long as we will cry out to him in faith, he will hear us and bring us into our desired haven. Our ships are built to sail with the winds of heaven breathing faith into the billows of our soul. Fleshly desires will fill our sails with the strange and fickle winds of diversion. We should do maintenance every day to remove every weight and sail that does not fit the flow of faith in our lives. Our destination is heaven, and the trivial concepts of the daily drivel of life will only cause us to worry when worry is not part of the cargo of our vessel. God has given to us a dimension of power that was not bestowed on Noah in his ark. We have the voice of the Shekinah from above the mercy seat in prophetic mode in our lives. All the power that works in the galaxies of the universe is aboard the vessel of our lives. If we will seek God in a loving and speaking relationship in our lives, he will energize our journey so that we are not caught in the cross winds of misdirection. Our destination will be achieved because God has already spoken the end from the beginning. Grace has charted the course with all the knowledge of the Creator. When the wisdom and the power of the Beginning and Ending intersect in grace, the spoken words will bring us to new dimensions of waters that we have never before sailed in. His fresh words will furnish us with a new anointing that transcends the bread of yesterday. New songs and syllables of power are flowing from God's unlimited supply for today.

By Rashall Sanchez

December 30 , 2006

Lord, I thank you that you are still speaking today and that you will speak to those who will listen to you. I give thanks today that your Spirit is still speaking to those who have drifted far from the shores of victory. I give you praise today because you have given me grace to come back to my first love and take down my sail of unbelief. I know that my sail of unbelief is only cast to catch the winds of cold love. I know that I have drifted long enough and I repent. By your grace, I pull down this sail of unbelief and raise the sail of prayer and praise. I thank you for the assurance that when prayer has been raised in my life again, I will receive the warm winds of your love, which shall direct me to the shores of victory again. On these strange waters of the wanderers, there are many fogs and many creatures of torment. Because of you, there is no reason for me to wander into these strange places and suffer the torment of a sinner when I could live in the security of your love. In times past, I have allowed selfishness to lure me into these strange areas of frustration. Lord, I do not enjoy troubling myself, and I do not enjoy having complex self-inflicted hardships for my daily conversations. My life has been empty of great praises because I have ventured to the strange lands of self where I have been in exile with those who do not love you. There is no peace in this land where self plans a haven without a true love for you. There is no victory in this land where self plans a haven without the love of the truth. By grace, I will not live in exile until the catching away of your bride and go to hell from there. By your grace, I will come from my choice of habitation, and I will be caught away from the launching pad of faithfulness and sincerity. God, I have come back to the shores of faith. Now by grace, I add the virtues that you hand to me, and I do not refuse them any longer. I know that unless I receive the experiences that you hand me, I will only build another small island in the land of strangers.

I have turned to the waters of life with old traditions that make your word of no effect. If I continue to take these fresh waters and make old things with the power generated from these fresh waters, then I will live in experiences not designed for my times. Many have created things outdated and not appealing to the people of my time. By your grace, I will use the generator of your Spirit and allow this fresh prophetic power to produce new things and new experiences for the times. I praise you that I have the gospel, but until now I have placed it in the wrong vehicles. I lay aside these vehicles of traditions, which make your word of no effect. I pick up the vehicles of faith and go prophesy according to the proportion of faith transmitted by the vehicles supplied by your word. I thank you that my faith in you is the wind of heaven that propels my vessel beyond the tide of fear and doubt. Fervent and perfect love casteth out all my fears. If I turn to the arms of flesh and others that vie for my attention, I can be crushed on the rocks of the reef of life. I have been told by your word that in the last days men will be utterly self-centered. I thank you that you have shown me that self-centered travel will lead me to a shipwreck of multiple proportions. My safe passage and destination is to the shores of faith. I thank you that just as fresh manna came every morning for the children of Israel, you will speak to me on a daily basis with a word that is designed for today. Yesterday’s bread is good, but today’s bread gives me the specifications for the day and the specific details of my steps. Lord, I do not have to rely on yesterday's experiences for the present. I thank you that fresh and dynamic energy of the inspiration from you awaits me like fresh mercy every morning.