A RISING TIDE

Prophetic Word – 03.07.2014

 

AS AN OLD SAILOR SAID, A RISING TIDE RAISES ALL BOATS. WHEN THE HOLY SPIRIT COMES HE IS THE RISING TIDE. ALL EYES, ALL EMOTIONS, ALL HOPE AND MIRACLES CAN BE ACQUIRED. WE RISE UP IN FAITH AND EXCITEMENT IN HIS PRESENCE.

 

WHEN HE COMES AND RAISES US UP SOME WILL JUMP SHIP AND SWIM AWAY IN UNBELIEF! (SO BE IT!) THEY WILL MISS THE OUTPOURINGS OF HIS WATERS AND THE FLOWING OF HIS SPIRIT. FOR THOSE RISING WITH HIM THEY WILL BE LIKE A BOAT IN THE TIDE. THEY WILL NOT ONLY STAY AFLOAT BUT WILL THE HAVE STRENGTH TO BATTLE EVERY STORM OF LIFE.

 

GOD BLESS YOU!

 

DON WALDO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life Eternal In A Bundle

 

Words speak sentences. Some speak words with loud voices like teaching and preaching. Words can sometimes paint a picture using the right adjectives to describe and build a subject in our thinking processes. But pictures can shout volumes, the mind becomes consumed and emotions run high. You will look and ponder astounded at the picture. We reason, “But it’s just a piece of paper”. The “images” you look once again in unbelief hoping that your eyes have deceived you but truth always finds a way to those who care. We cannot turn in denial; it is a calling for those who will pray, for those who will help.

 

The picture shows a mother in a hot, sunbaked place, the sun now going down. If the sun could speak it would show the good and bad experiences upon mankind during the hours of its hovering light. Like a sentry watching at the gate once more the day gave way for some to be born and some to die. The cycle of life as we here on earth have experienced over and over under the curse, no hope we may think. In the picture the mother’s heart is broken, all alone, no hope. Given task no mother should have to bear. She does not know what Jesus did for her yet, her sorrows spilling out through her tears. Pain expressed in every wrinkle in her sunbaked face. Hope a word that has been lost many years before. And now the task set before her. The tearing separation, the grave now freshly dug. For some unknown reason your eyes drift to the dirt under her fingernails probably because it’s so difficult to look any longer into her dead eyes, a picture that will haunt you for a long time. Her body so weak, hands trembling. She then looks at her little baby, he is dead. In time he will be turned back into dust.

 

This world is not our home.Many only see the experience, the results of the curse and man’s fall. The cup half empty instead of its looking half full. If only they knew the mighty work on the cross. She puts his little body wrapped in rags into the small hole. But in her heart and memory he will always have a special place. The loss so great, words cannot express the anguish and the pain. But unknown to her there is someone sitting in majesty looking down and again for a moment all heaven lifted up a prayer for the mother but rejoicing for the one coming home. He makes beauty from ashes. He gave his life and blood for that little baby in that shallow grave. Truly, He weeps with the mother for her great loss. He sees all. Remember He is the Resurrection and the Life!

 

There is hope always in the darkest hour!He looks at the mighty work completed and looks down not at his fingernails like the mother who dug the grave with her bare hands but down at his wrists with the holes from the Roman nails that were driven through on the cross.Now He rejoices, “O death where is your sting? I am the Resurrection and the Life. It has been completed for all mankind. Just then Jesus looks up from his hands.An angel brings now a bundle in fine linen and gold. The angel puts the little bundle gently into His loving arms. He pulls back the cloth sees the big eyes grinning with no teeth, his skin and hair so beautiful!

 

Jesus kisses him and holds him close saying, “I would have died just for you little one. I love you. You belong to me for eternity. Now put him in with all My precious babies and aborted little ones to be loved and grow. And yes, mama, when you come I will bring your baby into your arms. She never let him go in her heart nor I for the whole world.”A precious baby not cast by the wayside and forgotten but a soul brought into God’s kingdom. Nothing wasted, nothing lost but redeemed by His precious blood.

 

“Behold I make all things new. I have prepared a place for you.”

 

“I AM THAT I AM.”

A story inspired by the Holy Spirit to bless and strengthen God’s people and those who do not know Him yet.

 

Blessings, Don Waldo 01.06.2014