waiting for the rain

so i just had to add this picture of little wilmore. this is what happens to linden dr. when it rains a lot. usually theres more water pouring out -to the point where you can't really read the words on the sign. its just a physical display of the spiritual atmosphere thats going to be a reality here pretty soon. we wait with great expectation. we're anticipating a great awakening, a holy refinement, a greater annointing, an overflow of his spirit sent to us. let us know; let us press on to know the lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth."

"god send your desperation, we wait eagerly for the rain."

awake, awake, put on strength, o wilmore

put on your beautiful garments,

for there shall no more come into you the uncircumcised and the unclean

shake yourself from the dust and arise; be seated, o wilmore

loose the bonds from your neck,

o captive daughter wilmore

how beautiful upon the mountains

are the feet of him who brings good news,

who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness,

who publishes salvation, who says to wimore, "your God reigns"

the voice of your watchmen O asbury -they life up their voice;

together they sing for joy;

for eye to eye they see

the return of the Lord to wilmore.

two.twentyfive

"God break these chains of complacency."

o for the beauty of the lord.

i'm just nameless, and faceless, one who stands in the gap, who is like a channel for the Lord to work through, to release his kingdom into the earth. and what a beautiful release! what a beautiful thing for the lord to take someone like me, and make me into one who stands in the very counsel of the living God, who is able to see him, touch him, hear him, and drink deeply of him. its beautiful, just simply beautiful. he's beautiful.

just simply, beautiful.

time

time is ticking by, what are you going to do with that time?

the bridegroom is coming, are you ready to meet him?

will you even recognize him?

this is probably my favorite photograph i have taken thus far, the beauty of a simple raindrop is astonishing.

dance... dance before the lord.

february eleven, two thousand eight.

its interesting how God often takes you from one extreme to another. i was thinking earlier about how i believed for a few years way back when that prayer didn't matter, that it doesn't change things, isn't important, and shouldn't ever be practiced. now he's got me believing that im a priest who ministers with him to the Father, whose pure and lovely, and whose cries for mercy are answered instantly. if you had asked me 8 or so years ago if i believed that my prayers shift the heavens, bind demons, and mobilize angels, i would have laughed in your face. hah, well look at me now...im an intercessor crazy. as in, if you tell me my prayers don't instantly shift the heavens and that im not a priest who stands beside christ in intercession to the father, i will laugh in your face...and then pray for you of course. God surely looks out for his own. and he's so faithful. always faithful.

Abide in me, and I in you.

As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the

vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.

Jn. fifteen: four.

"abide" wilmore, ky.

...in the whirlwind.

And behold the word of the Lord came to him, and he said to him, "what are you doing here, Elijah?" He said, "I have been very jealous for the Lord, the God of hosts. For the people of Israel have forsake your covenant, thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword, and I, even I only, am left, and they seek my life, so take it away." And he said, "Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord." And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong whirlwind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold there came a voice to him and it said, "What are you doing here, Elijah?" ...

...the last few weeks have been filled with words, verses, music, phrases...I've been looking for the fire, the rain, getting caught up in the whirlwind, the earthquake...my mind is unable to shut off, worship pours out of my mouth at all times, but even in this i cannot quiet my heart. my time in ahop is filled with music, good music, music that causes my heart to soar and makes me want to get up and dance. i pray continually, desire for him is continually on my lips. but even though these things appear to be good, have i given him a chance to respond?

Hosea 2:20
I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will acknowledge the LORD.
"In that day I will respond," declares the LORD—"I will respond to the skies, and they will respond to the earth; and the earth will respond to the grain, the new wine and oil, and they will respond to Jezreel...

...have i taken the time to just STOP the music, the words, the sounds, the prayers, the heart-racing, and pacing...and acknowledge him? its so easy for me to go on and on about how i want the fire, the whirlwind, the passion, the desire and never stop and realize that hes already mine, he's already here, all i have to do is acknowledge him...and most likely he's not going to catch me up in a whirlwind, in firestorm, or shake the walls of ahop in a supernatural earthquake. yeah, that'd be great...and one day it'll happen...but im not going to sit around and wait for an encounter like that when i can have the greatest encounter of all just sitting at his feet and listening for him in the silence, waiting for that low whisper to come that will cause to me to tremble and cover my face as it says to me "What are you doing here, Amy?"

"It's our Glory to search him out. And those who seek will find."