CONTENTS 

 

I.	Children’s Bread Prophecy	Moses Hightower
II.	Confession of a Sound Mind	LWWC Confession Writers
III.	Prophetic Insight	Don Grigsby
IV.	Exceptional Expressions   1. Prophetic Bites 2. Confession Bites	Moses Hightower LWWC Confession Writers
V.	Inspiration or Rhema	Don Grigsby
VI.	Prophetic Checkup – “Questions That God Has Asked Me”	Moses Hightower
VII.	Prayer of Thanksgiving	LWWC Prayer Writers
VIII.	Prayer Insight	Don Grigsby

 

 

Though the Storms Keep Raging and the Winds Keep Blowing, Your Soul Is Anchored in the Lord (Part 4)

By Moses Hightower

I have not wasted time while they attacked you, but I have built stronger faith in this time of attack. You shall know assuredly that I am for you, and no one can be against you. Back away and allow me to swing this final blow to the head of conspiracy, danger, and disaster. Look out over the deck of faith and behold the calm coming to the sea all about you. My light is shining in you. Now by the light of revelation, look to the night and proclaim it day. The end of the night is coming. Darkness is backing up, for I am shining bright in you. Rest my son. I have ordained a great victory for you. Now prepare for the blessing of my goodness. I will do more than open up heavens' windows, but I have laid up treasures for you to plunder. Come and enjoy the blessings that have been laid up for you. Though the pressure has come with great deceptive forces that cannot be calculated or understood, keep on pressing your way. Do not look behind you, but press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God that is in Christ. Press on by faith. The end of this trial is just ahead. There is rain, wind, and storm, but you must fight the good fight of faith. Inside of faith, there is courage to go on, even when your flesh says, “Turn around.” Do not turn from the vision of the end. I have shown you of yourself standing on the mountain of victory. You did not arrive there by looking back, neither by observing the rain, the wind, and the storm. Your goal shall be reached. Listen to my voice of encouragement. It is expressing volumes of good news in the face of all the bad news of the day.

The weather forecasters who are employed by the storm's author cannot change the destiny foreordained. Forecasters of the night know nothing of my secrets. I have passed a secret on to you. Now smile in the face of this. People look at you and they see an old man. I see a child of the Ancient of Days. I am the Ancient of Days, your father. You will not be destroyed in this storm. Through the rain, through the storm, through the winds, you will stand. Keeping fighting the good fight of faith, and you will reign on the mountaintop of victory. Wipe your tears and stand on your feet with thanksgiving in your heart. I have not forgotten my promises to you. I have not left you alone on this stormy sea. Look ahead. Your goal is in reach.

Rest and dream a few more dreams. Rest and have a few more visions. Rest and pray a few more prayers. Rest and shout a few more shabachs. Rest and dance a few more steps. Rest and sing a few more new songs. Press on as a good soldier of the faith. The storm is not your enemies’ instrument of doom, but the storm is your master teacher's illustration to help you understand faith and the faithfulness of your God. Press your way to the class. Sit in the comfort of a new classroom. I will give you a review of the previous lessons, and there will you find that I have never failed you. Will I fail you now?

Why have you thought of failure and defeat?

These troubles were necessary. These tribulations were ordained. The devils that have used others to hinder you and discourage you are not victorious because they have scored points in hindering and discouraging you. The final point is sure. Though war has risen up against you, I am for you and no one can be against you. Though you are cast down, you are not destroyed. Though you are troubled on every side, do not be distressed. Though you are persecuted, you are not defeated. Though you are pursued, you are not caught. There is peace in the midst of this storm. In the midst of this storm, peace has not departed because of vicious waves and intimidating blows.

Look into the vision before you and behold the blow of righteousness to the head of intimidation. Pity the vessel that bears the spirit of intimidation, for I shall smash the flesh of these vessels. Earthen vessels have become the habitation of spirits of intimidation sent forth to frustrate the ministry of my word. The word of God shall spring forth with its hammer effect and nail earthen vessels into the mounds of dirt. They shall be hidden among the dust in the burial places for castaways and reprobates. They shall be cast into the fields used by potters. Look to the future and behold the way of the Lord. The weight of the lost and the weight of my purpose are not on your shoulders. This weight is upon me. Rest and watch me work on your behalf. All hope is not gone, neither has it left. Hope is yet here. I will deliver you in time. Rest. Rest.

Give up your plans to defend yourself. Watch how I defend you. I have not come down from my throne of authority and relinquished it to another. Your God is still on the throne. I will deliver you in time. Rest and be confident of your victory soon.

 

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light, and there was light."

Words of Light upon the Face of Attacks, Carnality, Conflicting Things, Confusion, Conspiracy, Danger, Devils, Disaster, Discontentment, Frustration, Intimidation, Lies, Spiritual Storms, Thieves, and Worry (Part 4)

By Debbie McBee

           The Lord has not wasted time while people attacked me, but he has built stronger faith in this time of attack. I shall know assuredly that he is for me and no one can be against me. I will back away and allow him to swing this final blow to the head of conspiracy, danger, and disaster. I look out over the deck of faith and behold the calm coming to the sea all about me. His light is shining in me. Now by the light of revelation, I look to the night and proclaim it day. The end of the night is coming. Darkness is backing up, for he is shining bright in me. As his child I purpose to rest, for he has ordained a great victory for me. Now I prepare for the blessing of his goodness. He will do more than open up heavens' windows. He has laid up treasures for me to plunder. I will come and enjoy the blessings that have been laid up for me. Though the pressure has come with great deceptive forces that cannot be calculated or understood, I will keep on pressing my way. I will not look behind me, but I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God that is in Christ. I press on by faith. The end of this trial is just ahead. There is rain, wind, and storm, but I must fight the good fight of faith. Inside of faith, there is courage to go on, even when my flesh says, “Turn around.” I will not turn from the vision of the end. He has shown me myself standing on the mountain of victory. I did not arrive there by looking back, neither by observing the rain, the wind, and the storm. My goal shall be reached. I am listening to his voice of encouragement. It is expressing volumes of good news in the face of all the bad news of the day.

          The weather forecasters who are employed by the storm's author cannot change the destiny that is foreordained. Forecasters of the night know nothing of his secrets. He has passed a secret on to me. Now I smile in the face of this. People look at me and they see an older woman, but he sees a child of the Ancient of Days. He is the Ancient of Days, my father. I will not be destroyed in this storm. Through the rain, through the storm, through the winds, I will stand. I have chosen to keep fighting the good fight of faith, and I will reign on the mountaintop of victory. I have wiped my tears, and now I stand on my feet with thanksgiving in my heart. He has not forgotten his promises to me. He has not left me alone on this stormy sea. I am looking ahead where my goal is in reach.

         I will rest and dream a few more dreams. I will rest and have a few more visions. I will rest and pray a few more prayers. I will rest and shout a few more shabachs. I will rest and dance a few more steps. I will rest and sing a few more new songs. I press on as a good soldier of the faith. The storm is not my enemy’s instrument of doom, but the storm is my master teacher's illustration to help me understand faith and the faithfulness of my God. I press my way to the class, and I will sit in the comfort of a new classroom. Jesus will give me a review of the previous lessons and there will I find that he has never failed me. Even though I have thought of failure and defeat, he will not and cannot fail me now. These troubles were necessary. These tribulations were ordained. The devils that have used others to hinder me and discourage me are not victorious because they have scored points in hindering and discouraging me. The final point is sure. Though war has risen up against me, God is for me and no one can be against me. Though I am cast down, I am not destroyed. Though I am troubled on every side, I will not be distressed. Though I am persecuted, I am not defeated. Though I am pursued, I am not caught. There is peace in the midst of this storm. In the midst of this storm, peace has not departed because of the vicious waves and intimidating blows.

          I look into the vision before me and behold the blow of righteousness to the head of intimidation. I pity the vessel that bears the spirit of intimidation, for God shall smash the flesh of these vessels. Earthen vessels have become the habitation of spirits of intimidation sent forth to frustrate the ministry of his word. The word of God shall spring forth with its hammer effect and nail earthen vessels into the mounds of dirt. They shall be hidden among the dust in the burial places for castaways and reprobates. They shall be cast into the fields used by potters. I look to the future and behold the way of the Lord. The weight of the lost and the weight of his purpose are not on my shoulders. This weight is upon him, and I rest and watch him as he works on my behalf. All hope is not gone, neither has it left. Hope is yet here and he will deliver me in time; therefore, I will rest. I give up my plans to defend myself and I will watch how he defends me. He has not come down from his throne of authority and relinquished it to another. My God is still on the throne, and he will deliver me in time. I rest and I am confident of my soon coming victory.

 

By Don Grigsby

 

RE: RHEMA - Though the Storms Keep Raging and the Winds Keep Blowing, Your Soul Is Anchored in the Lord (Part 4) 

        Storms here on earth may be filled with hail, wind, rain, lightning, and tornadoes. Objects may be uprooted.  Waters may rise and flood the structures of life. Lightning may set fires and demolish large trees. Hail will shatter glass and roof surfaces. Every kind of affliction may seem to be foreboding in the storms of our lives. Yet, we can watch on the radar and see the worst of the storm turn or go around us or diminish abruptly. God brings the winds out of his treasury. If he brings them out of his treasury, then he certainly has the remedy for any kind of destruction they may seem to bring to us. Storms are what seem to be the interference between us and where we need to go or desire to be.  God knows where we need to be and is with us in the midst of the storm. Storms are the way that faith assures us that God will never leave us or forsake us.  We have heard of ships that sink in a storm, but we never hear of all the millions daily that reach their destination in spite of the storm.  We will arrive where he has sent us and with the full cargo of promises and provisions of treasure that no pirate of the sea can steal.  We will rest in the arms of the Almighty and know that failure is not on the cargo list, but victory is in the hole by the crate!

 

By Moses Hightower

(Continued)

       Behold the fowls of the air. They do not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, yet I feed them.

 

42.     Are you not much better than they?

 

43.     How many inches can you add to your stature by taking thought?

 

44.     So why are you taking thought about these things?

(To Be Continued)

 

May 31, 2007

By Rigoberto Toledo

 

Lord, I praise you this morning, for you are worthy to be praised even in the times that the storms here on earth may be filled with hail, wind, rain, lightning, and tornadoes. Objects may be uprooted.  Waters may rise and flood the structures of life. Lightning may set fires and demolish large trees. Hail can shatter glass and roof surfaces. Every kind of affliction may seem to be foreboding in the storms of life. Yet, I can praise you with confidence knowing the worst of the storm will turn and go around or diminish abruptly. I am elated, O Lord, that you will bring the winds out of your treasury. If you bring them out of your treasury, then you will certainly have the remedy for any kind of destruction that may seem to come to me. Storms may seem to be the interference between me and my destination, but you, my Lord, know where I need to be and are with me in the midst of the storm.

Storms are the way that faith assures me that you will never leave me or forsake me.  The enemy desires for me to hear of ships that sink in the storm but never to hear of all the millions that daily reach their destination in spite of the storm. Your faithfulness and love bring peace to my soul, and your words bring forth assurance that I will arrive where you have sent me with the full cargo of promises and provisions of treasure that no pirate of the sea can steal.  I will rest in your Almighty arms and know that failure is not on the cargo list, but victory is in the hole by the crate. Hallelujah!!!

 

 

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