Move over Betty Crocker, Tupperwear is here!

Every woman knows that a few good knives, pots and pans, and a pair of kitchen scissors are some basic essentials to any woman's domain in the kitchen.  Leaving all this behind with my move from the U.S. to France, left me kind of unfunctional in the kitchen, but slowling the collection grew.  During our move from one house to another in France, I accidently left my Betty Crocker kitchen scissors behind.  I never knew how much I used my one euro kitchen scissors until I lost them. Although they were cheap and dull, they were functional for the little things around the kitchen like cutting plastic ties and Victoria's random paper and cardboard art projects.

The loss left me with using an unsturdy and incompatable knives which just could not own up to the task.  Then one day at a Tupperwear party I was offered the possibility of an arrayed assortment of gifts to choose from.  There it was, a 32 euro multifuctional, sharp, heavy duty, high quality Tupperwear kitchen scheres.  There were also some other things that were eye catching but I almost refused to get these high quality scissors.  The fight was on.  Well maybe in one month my husband will go back to the house and ask for the key from the neighbor to get back into the house to just maybe find my $1 kitchen scissors.  There was no emotional attachment to these cheap Betty Crockers but just the fact that I was stubborn and wanted them back.  I could fair a few maybe another frustrated month without kitchen scissors, but why when any woman's dream kitchen scissors are being offered to her?

The Lord loves exhange.  Sadness for joy, mourning for danicing, dirty rags for a spottless wedding dress, abondment for adoption, sin for freedom, and most of all eternal damnation for the precious blood of Jesus into heaven.  But isn't it silly how even we can hold on so tightly to even our old man, sinful characters, that our faithful Father so dearly desires to turn from bondage into freedom? The only way God can do this is through surrender.  There are so many blessings that the Lord desires to bestow upon us, if only we were to let go and let Him be Lord in that area.  This means losing ourselves, well the bad part, and infact our old nature that is still alive hanging around that was never submitted to the Cross.  There is nothing more glorious that God can do through man than when the Holy Spirit can truly possess a submitted clean man for His glory.  We are to walk like Jesus.  Jesus came as an example to our the Father can truly manifest His love through the weak vulnerable flesh of man.  The sweet exchange of us for Him.

Of course in the indecisive one minute of choosing between an aray of woman eye candy, I eventually reliquished my right to my cheap, and to what I now see as almost useless Betty Crocker kitchen scissors. Turns out I exhanged up to the best, go figure.  Now I can cut meat, flower stems, and hard plastic, and yes even a matted knot our of our golden's fur with a quick snip.  God has a way of speaking, even if it's through scissors.

a lost son

Oh, my God! Great sorrow and shock has yet again struck this nation.

Such a young man, possessed by failure, tormented, and overcome with evil principalities at the hand of satan.  There was not just one day when he snapped, but a day when a seed was planted.  A seed of rejection, and of being unloved and unwanted, as he soon was cast out into the world of darkness.  His life and family struggles almost asked for it. There was turmoil, and contemplation upon what was good and evil, as he was granted power to decide.  Every man desires power, but for what he does with this power is in his own hands.  The power to shake a nation came easily for him with a gun among the innocent.  He had his power, now God has rendered him powerless, and that he will remain.

How delicate life truly is!  It is here then gone too quickly.  How precious this baby boy was when he was born and took his first steps.  You were there Lord, and how the Lord wanted him to know the love of the Father.  He was a just a tool.  Just an instrument in the hands of satan to kill, steal, and destroy that which God has given.  Oh how the world threw hate and became his worst enemy, and now even more so.  But oh how the Father longed to have his lost son home, the reward for his suffering in His arms, just maybe even once.

Lives are shattered and destroyed, and to most, this will soon just become a distant memory.  But for a family who suffered loss, it will affect them for a lifetime.  Fear has come and there is no where safe to go, they now believe.  Decades have passed and the sounds of the gun shots are still heard in her little elementary school ears ears as her grandchildren sit upon her lap to read a book. How innocent they are she thinks, and how she wishes they would never have to go through such a tragic event and the years of heart ache and wrestling that would follow.  She has crossed many fences in her wilderness of healing. And for the teacher who gave her life as a martyr for the job she loved, to protect her children.  This was not in the contract, but it was unknowingly written in the Constitution of her heart.

The children's stockings are hung by the fireplace, yet they will remain untouched this year, but will always make their appearance every Christmas. The "why's" fill their hearts this season, and the house is quiet.  The traditions aren't the same anymore because there is a precious piece missing.  But there will be strength, strength to go on, one day at a time, and sometimes just one moment at a time.

There is Hope that where great sin abounds, so does His great grace.  There is great morning from the Father, as the plans He had for these children, the teachers, and yes, Adam and his mother, will not see their days fulfilled.  But our Lord promises great rest and peace in times of tragedy. To that promise, may many cling onto and receive their strength to go on.

Almost home.

Switzerland.  Although being here for over a month already, after the first week it began to feel like home.  As we left the States, the doors on many trials began to close, as some of course followed us.  But the knowing that the Lord has great peace for us through everything is something I still desire to receive, even though my soul loves to clutch onto fear instead of trust sometimes.  But right now, much is at rest.  With very few obligations, for the first time, I can begin to hear the quietness of myself, which is something I've longed.

Our little town.  The center of this village of Oron-La-Ville, Switzerland, is about a ten minute walk uphill from one side to the other. Somehow, four grocery stores are still running very well in this small village. The mom and pop shops, with your extremely over priced everything awaits your wallet.  Yes, the dollar stinks here, but it's a little better in France.  The smell of stinky cheese, fresh bread, sausages and the ever-so addicting delicious, yet very inexpensive wine, fills every house.  Every time Daniel opens the cheese I really think Victoria just pooped until I look up and see his knife dive into yet another chunk of greenish blue colored moldy cheese. I dont have the taste for this type of food fungus (or appreciation as Daniel calls it), but being a chocolate snob, I sure am thankful to get quality chocolate for about 75 cents a bar! Even though this feminine addiction is beginning to reign in my heart.

There's a Romanian man always asking for money and he takes his place at a different store each day. I gave him two Francs ($2.50) as he needed money to pay for his daughter's bill from breast cancer surgery.  With the doctor bill present and nude picture of his daughter clearly showing where she had surgery, I dont if giving money was a good thing or not. But despite that, in the best French I could muster up, I prayed for him and he was grateful. 

The church, a two minute drive away, is alive with people. The so familiar songs of Jesus Culture, Hillsongs and Paul Baloche bring a sense of home and comfort, even though in the French language.  The pastors, dress like someone out of a Polo ad and the woman are all done up wearing their skinny jeans, tights and high boots. Then there's second-hand store Emilie with frizzy hair, who still can't figure out if she shakes hands or give a kiss when greeting someone. It's still very different here and it would be hard to replace New Life City (NM). Here, no one attacks new visitors with casual questions and greetings, or even an invite to Fud's or Taco Cabana after service, or let alone receiving a prophetic word in front of the entire congregation :)  The people are genuine about their faith but it's wired in me to surpass the simple "Bonjour" and smile and get to know them.

The Suisse, proper, dignified, and well reserved in their emotions, makes me want to slip under that same culture. There's a part of me that just wants to run up front and dance when they play "Oh happy day, happy day, you washed my sins away!" Oh, how can you not?! But what if other's feel the same way and I just stay and melt into the mix of less expressive worshippers. I want freedom, but is it invited?  I do think so, but we'll see.  Yes, this is Switzerland, and something I was prepared for in even a Suisse charismatic and annointed church.

Snow came in November, and then it is greatly accumulating in December.  It is quite exciting.  I wake up every morning, curious with expectation to see how the Lord has once again graced this country with a fresh layer of snow.  There's a child-like wonder about snow that never leaves my heart.  I can still see my sister and I run up the steps from hours playing in the snow as mom stands over a pot of hot chocolate on the stove. For those who never saw or had the privilege to play in it, it seems as they have almost missed this blessing.  I wont miss the mush and dirty snow between snow falls, and then those lonely patches of crystal white snow remaining on the green grass after all else melted.  Three months with straight snow?  I could grow tired of it, but for now I'll take every thing in,  in all it's splendor.

Tornado.

Two nights ago, in the moment between complete sleep and being delirious, I saw something.  There was a vast plain and in the near distance, about a mile, there was a huge tornado.  A small family frantically prepared for the tornado to come, yet there was no fear.  There was almost this inner good anxiousness expressing, "It's coming! It's coming!"

Before a tornado touches down there is usually a tornado warning which means the conditions are right for it to form.  God gave a great Book of His warning system. According to the times we live in, and because His warning is already in place, we are to expect it to come.  Usually when a real tornado touches down there is little warning as to where and when it will come, but those who have prepared are in greater peace then those who have not. 

Immediately I felt that we needed to prepare for the things that we do not see.  The things we do not see are already coming and in part, are already here.  I feel the Lord is saying that there is an expectation which draw it closer.  It is a great and glorious thing but just like a tornado, disastrous.  Those who are in the Lord will remain in perfect peace through the storms.  Calamity is the avalanche for the Lord's outpouring.

"You will keep in perfect peace those whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in You." Isaiah 26:3

The Fireplace

I saw a large flame. It was a collection of smaller flames. Then I saw these flames contained in the fireplace. The fireplace was restricting the flames from growing.

I felt this fireplace represented us, our will and our flesh, and the flame, the Sprit in us. Oh flesh, oh soul submit to the life of this Flame, Your Spirit. How strong our fire place is, built to last in the world, summoned to be a protector but instead being a prisoner to the Spirit.

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The writer returns

Beloved bloggers,

It's crazy to think it's been 2.5 years since I last posted. Why? Well lots have happened, besides big life changes such as getting married and being a mom and a wife, God has taken me into a deep wilderness, stripping me of everything that was not of him. It was almost like turning the light off in a room and you find that you need to truly trust God when you see and feel absolutely nothing. That's faith. I feel the Lord has taken me through such a process of regeneration and starting from the basics over these past two years, just like being born again... but again. Or maybe it is just a deeper revelation of me who was a sinner and His great love to redeem me and to continue to do it daily.

The Lord has been drawing me deeper into him and restoring things that were lost along the way, or just simply not right to begin with. I am excited to write again, for whoever reads it, it's a piece of my heart and I welcome your comments and thoughts.

With great love,

Emilie

"I came not to send peace but a sword." Matthew 10:37

"Jesus came to send a sword through every peace, that is not based on a personal relationship with Him." Oswald Chambers

I feel my peace in various aspects in my life have been greatly disturbed. I find most of my peace was found in my own self-confidence and abilities instead of in my Beloved. We set our peace based on the abilities of others, health, our job, or money. If they are are in place then we have peace, but these securities do not rest in Jesus but in the world. If they would fall, or even one fall, peace would be disturbed and rest would be a story once experienced in the past.

Our trust in what the world offers is rooted in things that are seen. Faith is putting our trust in the things that are unseen, the deep love of Jesus Christ. We almost do not realize this relationship we have with the world until something in it is shaken, because we then are shaken too and realize our trust and security must lie in our relationship with Him.

God is sending out many swords to disturb the worldly peace in Christians. This disruption is necessary to establish His bride to her fullness before Jesus returns. God is shaking and sending these swords to those who love Him before they are sent to the rest of the earth. These swords are sent out to prepare us for the hard times to come, for our peace will then rest in Jesus alone. When all the world is shaking and all humanity suffers the effects, those who have found their peace in Christ will be unshakable. They will become a refuge to the lost and shaken.

Take hold and trust the Lord in the work He is doing in you today. It is a work that will ground and establish you. One of the greatest fruits that will be established in the hearts of believers in these times to come is peace.

"Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John 14:27

Not of this world

It's so alluring how we can become consumed by the culture of the world. How much of us look like the world. We act, dress, speak, and laugh at the same things that those who do not know Jesus. Does not Jesus call us to be only in the world and not of it? This culture of consumerism and prosperity has gripped the church around her neck and is sending her into a tail spin. It's a death where the focus is not purely on Jesus.

"For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?" Matthew 16:26

We have found such value in things that do not matter. I'm confronted with the question: Where does your identity rest? The latest fashion trend, diet food craze, man-made doctrine and hypocrisy, or should we ever even slip into what people care to think about us. The fear of man can rule us to a point where we change who we are to fit the needs and perceptions of others. We can be so ruled by the systems of this world, politics, money, lustful desires; it just surrounds us.

I often feel so overweight. This is a heaviness that surrounds and pulls me down because a battle that I face every day. Surrender. To give my life, my everything, to my Jesus. Nothing else matters. Fancy cars, houses, and clothes, it's all going to pass away. What will He find when it all passes away? How much will you allow yourself to be shaken? To lose yourself in Jesus where you soon find that nothing matters except loving and being loved by Him.

"...If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it." Matthew 16:24-25

The pressures of this world are a reality but we must realize who we are in Christ: the bride, holy, anointed ones who are set apart, overcomers, strong and mighty! These are the days that God wants to restore righteousness, holiness and purity back to His church. It's the last wave of glory that He will bring. A faith tested through fire, impurities removed, and a church who is still standing and waiting for the return of the Bridegroom.

I want to say to the church, that we must flee from the idolatry of our times and be separated from the world. We must die to ourselves to can truly live in Jesus. We have nothing to lose but ourselves and the reward is being found in Jesus. I tell the church to hold fast to Word and find rest in His presence. You will look different from those around you, the world and the church. Discern the times. Arise and take ahold of the prize.

The broken church... and my broken spirit.

What I have been experiencing since this past year, after Holy Given, has surmounted to last night. What was once familiar and what I would say belongs to me, is no longer apart of me anymore. I have put too much of my identity in the church, in man's eyes, my very being into what my church is about. Again, I find we missed it. We missed your heart about everything. What you have shown me I do not deserve but I will listen to your voice and follow you.

I have placed too much of my trust and confidence and identity in man and I see your saddened face for the church. Let me see Father, let me see. I feel so alone Jesus, so alone. But I know you will never leave me. There will be great times of being alone ahead so I must trust you and be faithful to what you now show me that although I am lost in the world, that I am truly found in you. Everything that I felt I had to offer to the body has fallen from it's high place and has been made dust among the rocks. My gifts, my position, my worship, my words now seem like icing on a bitter cake.

This entire process has been entirely too uncomfortable- the church's worldly culture, the offerings messages, concert atmospheres, tattoos and piercings. I return to you my Father. I return to you. In these revelations I chose to have my heart act and speak out of love. That I would love the church as she is, spotted, tired, deceived and hurt. For love covers a multitude of sins and I must be that physical manifestation of your presence.

God I feel I have been unfaithful over and over again in so many ways that I do not deserve all the forgiveness you extend to me. It's true, because I don't deserve it, but you, Lord Jesus, willingly laid down and offered your life so we could be together. Your blood and your sacrifice is something far beyond my comprehension and I desire deeper revelation of it in my spirit. Lord, your love and your compassion towards me is the only thing that keeps me alive.

Off to Europe I go!

To all my friends, family and faithful blog readers who I have yet to meet. I wanted to let you know that I will be going to Europe for five weeks with Global Celebration to Romania, Bulgaria, and Turkey, then doing ministry in France. The funds needed to be raised is $4500 and I would love your prayer or financial support.
Please visit my new page "Treasures for the Nations" to find how you can help support me in making a huge impact for the kingdom. A description of the trip is on that blog. I am selling bracelets on Treasures for the Nations and paintings on Brushstrokes from the Bride.
Please contact me if you have any questions about the trip or to place an order. TreasuresForTheNations@gmail.com

This is a place I call home.

Harrisburg. My heart feels overwhelmed and burdened by the oppression of many things. People are living with a void and it is ruining their lives. Starving for anything, a meager portion, that will temporarily fulfill the cravings of a heart that struggles to be satisfied. The pleasures of this world are nothing. I speak about both believers and nonbelievers. For who can compare anything to the love of Jesus Christ.

The kids are cussing, smoking, mothers yelling, and I see a 5am drug deal go down on the corner of my street. Trash fills the park, the street, people's front steps, and shattered glass creates a mosaic on the side walks. No one seems to care. To endless dogs barking, the car alarms, and loud music roaring with those cheap bass systems, nothing seems to bother anyone here. The pregnant girls walk down the streets looking like they want to have yet another child by their attitude and dress. The countless boarded up homes and decaying buildings reflect the hearts of those who inhabit this this area. My city is in a vicious cycle that will soon spiral to death unless something is done. The spirit of poverty is greatly welcomed here. No chance to get ahead, or get off welfare, or even dare to dream. The darkness is thick but there is hope.

This is a place I call home. The need here is so great yet I am so little. I'm reminded that I serve such a big God. I'm comforted knowing what God can do to change nations through people like Martin Luther King Jr., Einstein, Lincoln, F.D. Roosevelt, and Mother Theresa to name a few. Should I dare dream that God would use me in such a great capacity as this? I look up at the deep night sky and see the beautiful stars glisten as the city calms down and takes its place in rest on this Wednesday night. A glistening star catches my eyes and I laugh out loud as I hear the Holy Spirit say, "That's you my love." I'm just a little light in the darkness, or so it seems from this point of view on Earth.

At the capital of our state, in the ghetto of Allison Hill, on a small street that isn't even given a big street sign, lives a girl with big dreams. Dreams starting with a small hope to change just one life, then maybe a family, then an entire street, a city, a country, then nations. I mean why not? What else better do I have to do than to dream? Worry my life away, be comfortable, do the same old routine day in and day out? I refuse to live in fear and live in faith. What's the worst that could happen? Jesus is coming back through His bride before He returns. I want to be that virgin waiting with her lamp filled. As my spirit dreams off on loving the untouchables and loving the prostitutes of India, I am brought back to the now of life, living in a place no normal person would choose to live. This is my home and I love it.

I have a dream to see my street without trash, cussing, drugs, and weapons. I will not allow it. Like Bishop Garlington says, "Nothing happens in the Kingdom until something is said." There will be no trash, cussing, drugs, weapons, adultery and no demonic activity on my street. Seems like a lot huh? Yeah, I thought so too. I pray the Lord takes this mustard seed sized heart and uses it mightily so the name of Jesus is glorified. Even though we see ourselves as a small star in the sky, I know God sees us as so much greater. We don't reflect light, we give light, because the Light is in us. I believe God sees us as the greatest star in the solar system, the sun. We cannot even begin to imagine the potential we have in the Kingdom. The rest of the universe revolves around the sun, and I know the rest of the world revolves around us, because Christ is in us, Praise the Lord.

It's so much quieter now, almost too quiet. Maybe I won't have to use my heater fan tonight to drown out the noise. I hope I have a restful night tonight, that really would be nice. The silence is broken by a car driving up the road rattling with the bass in its trunk. I don't understand it because sounds like bad music to me. I guess I have a lot to learn about the culture here. It's been about 1.5 weeks since I moved here and I'm already asking the Lord to enlarge my heart so more of Him can rest in me.

Revival is coming to Harrisburg. Or dare I dream bigger and say a revolution. I pray more suns into the city. We are world changers. We just have to believe it.

New Diamonds Are Coming.

In the past two days I have had two visions with the Lord and I would like the share them. I have sought the Lord for revelation and this is what I believe He is saying.

The vision...

I put out my hand and this amazing diamond started to form right before me. It was indescribable as all this diamond and glory dust came onto my hand. I was so happy and utterly amazed. I have never seen something so huge and beautiful form so fast. It formed into a diamond and silver bird measuring about 3/4 of inch in my palm.

I then put out my hand again and another beautiful something started to form. People of the church came over to watch. It was like all the stars from the universe were coming into my hand. Different sized diamond dust particles were just swirling around and settling in my hand. My hands felt so weird and tingly and almost swollen at the same time. Then large flakes were coming down and covering the beautiful jewel.

As it the diamond was finishing being formed in my hand a child came over and hit my hand so the diamond fell apart. I kept waiting for it to reform but the process was so much slower now. The child just laughed and seemed not to care.

At Shift on Friday during worship I saw this huge golden wall come from heaven. The pieces of the wall were the size of cinder blocks. I saw myself with my hands near my waist hold this wall up, even though it was coming down. I began to feel very weighty and saw myself in the vision fighting to keep this golden wall up.

I believe that there is a great increase in signs and wonders coming to the church. There is also an anointing for these signs and wonders on the hands of believers as the miracles increase in the atmosphere around us. We must not resist the glory coming as it will look different than previous waves. The heaviness of the glory is represented by the golden wall coming down. I believe that a lack of freedom is hindering this exponential glory to be released. It is our response to the freedom which Christ offers that will release these signs and wonders.

Although children are often represented by child-like faith, I believe the child in the vision is represented by the ignorance of the church. Most of the church is ignorant of how great the Father’s love is for us. Perfect Love casts out all fear and those without love are kept in bondage without experiencing freedom. The Father's love breaks barriers releasing the freedom which leads to the signs and wonders of His glory in the church. The church will take this to the world and all will see the majesty and power of the Lord.

Roman noodles, harmonicas, feathers, and Jesus.

The air is crisp on this cold night in Harrisburg and there is not even a cloud in the sky. There are some stars out as I wonder if there will be enough sandwiches for all the hungry. A few wait under the big concrete bridge for a glance of freedom and warmth as the Bethesda mission van rolls up. The crates come out, and the hot water gets placed on them for hot chocolate and roman noodle makings. Their long bushy beards, missing teeth, and smiles of hope ring true in my heart that I am home. I was created for this. Who could not love these men in their addiction and brokenness. Each has a story to tell which is so unique yet they are all the same. I struggle for words to say but then remember they are people too, not much different than I.

Larry is my favorite. With alcohol on his breath and stuff stuck in his beard, he plays his harmonica and sings his 70's songs as if he was performing in front of thousands. He always shares with me about how he has double frost bite on his toes and how he does not think he is going to make it. All I can do is pray. Larry soon falls over because he is so intoxicated then is walked back under the bridge to lay down only to start the next day begging for more money to feed his addiction. God loves Larry just as much has He loves me.

And Cherokee. I see feathers in his hair as if he was still on the reservation in New Mexico. His face does not show it but I know he longs for home again. His long dark hair and tinseled eyes touch my heart as he sings songs on his out of tune guitar. He has some things to take care of before he goes home. I've never seen him light up as he did tonight as he played the guitar. He was playing in front of thousands as well.

What dreams these men must have had. Most still have them, some have lost all hope. I see this huge hand from the ground desiring to grab them and keep them in their state but I also know all of heaven is watching for some lost sheep to return home to their Father.

As I look into the sky at the buildings towering around me, Cherokee sings one last song. He receives a simple yet joyful applause of the seven volunteers and humbly thanks us, as I see the face of renewed hope leaving for another cold night on the streets.

House stones and giants.

"There we saw the giants; and we were like grasshoppers in our own sight, and so we were in their sight.” Numbers 13:33

It's hard to believe that in less than a month I will be in my Obed-Edom. Over the past few weeks God has just birthed so much dream into this house. I'm learning that we have to fight for things that we really want. Getting this house has been like taking on a part time job. I'm facing the giants in the land that want to stop me at the gates from possessing what is rightly the Kingdoms. I've fought with everything I know and have learned in my seven years with the Lord. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is this dream. Knowing the dream is bigger than I, I know it's okay to feel so small among the demands of this great world.

Once issues are resolved, I continue to have the same giant come and throw the same stone in my path. This giant is money. Despite me tripping, falling, and having a few scrapes on the way, I must go on. When you see the face of Jesus nothing will stop you. This wasteland I'm going through to get to my Promise Land has not been very pretty. But what remains beautiful among these stumbling stones in the wilderness is my Jesus. His heart, to love a doubter who is a shaken and scared little girl like me. That's what a Father does.

I see my Promise Land and have already met people in my land who has the same heart. It's all going to be okay, it's going to be worth it all. All I continue to fall on is what is true. God keeps telling me that He will never leave me and that He is with me always. Knowing this shatters the many lies that have been lodged at me from the enemy. I know the enemy is mad. Good. He's stupid and defeated anyway. So in the words of Andrew Sherman, "Shove it!" I think laughter silences the enemy too :)

Possessing this land as I enter the gates of my city is such a pivotal moment for me right now. Please pray that I remain strong and strengthened in the Lord. This year I have already done many things which I have never done before. I might physically be the size of a grasshopper in comparison to this dream but the giants don't need to know that. What if I was the most giantest giant? What now huh?! I guess the most beautiful biggest person is Jesus, and He lives in me. That qualifies me to do anything, even to over come the giants.

My Obed-Edom is here.

I found a house. It's such a lovely little house on Vernon St. It's a place where the glory of the Lord will rest as well as those in Harrisburg city.

I was encouraged by a dear friend of mine (Shannon) just to give everything to the Lord a few weeks ago, including my list of what was going to be in the house. Two nights later I had a dream about a house that I felt in love with. I was very nervous because well it's a BIG thing and probably one of the most important decisions I've made in my life. In my dream I looked outside and there was a playground across the street. There were a lot of african american kids playing and single mothers. I was taken back and knew that the Lord wanted me to disciple these women, which I have never even though of. When I woke up I remembered that I previously looked at a house about 2 months ago with a playground across the street but just wasn't quite feeling it. I shared the dream with this dear friend of mine and she encouraged me to go back and see this house. So I did.

I prayed a lot and asked for a lot of wisdom and tried not to be too anxious or even over spiritualize the dream.. I just wanted to know if it was the house or not. Well I went into the house and the owner was previously working on the house and left the Christian music blaring. My eyes watered up and I just knew and grew excited. I keep thinking about this house. I also think about the 13th street house that I felt I lost about 2 months ago. I now realize that with the 13th street house there were so many condemned houses in the area that there were hardly any people walking by because the block was kinda dead except the normal busy 13th street traffic.

I have settlement March 14th. I see my Promise Land. I'm so blessed to be a vessel of the Lord to be poured out for all people. I just want to be used. This is such a quick birthing of a vision because it was only October when he put it on my heart to buy a house. Now, six months later I will be a homeowner. I really believe this quickness in the spirit is just evidence that revival over the earth will soon break forth.

We must continue to remain in Him. I in Him and Him in me. What if we did everything God tells us to do? Can you just imagine what would happen? How many lives would be affected? We have to remain FAT- faithful, available, teachable. I wrestle with each of those words almost daily. But it brings me closer to God. I can begin to see His face and He gives me part of His heart to carry and to be a voice to this generation. I want to be that voice where there is none and be love where there is no love. That's the gospel and that's what I am.

Creating invisible walls and walking through them.

"For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ"
2 Corinthians 10:3-5

I'm reading The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson and it's an incredible story of a nobody named Ordinary in pursuit of a dream that is bigger than the world he lives in. When he came to the border to leave Comfort Zone it says fear kept growing and Ordinary took a step forward "right through the invisible wall of fear."

God gave me such a revelation in my life how we can create these invisible walls in our lives. Fear, rejection, depression, all those emotions and walls we create and struggle through are invisible. It's invisible. Circumstances and our human nature lead us to create these walls in our minds and hearts.

Seeing is believing. When we see things, we believe them. When we see things in our dreams, in the supernatural, it happens in the natural. It's called faith. The Lord is showing me that just as we have the potential to create good in the natural by our thoughts and beliefs, we also have the potential to create things that can hinder us. These walls can become so real to us in our minds that it becomes a reality here on earth. We create invisible walls in the natural. Ever fear the worst and then it happens? Just as belief creates things unseen, so can fear. We can role play in our minds the worst thing that could happen and think what if we did this or that. We create that invisible wall preventing us from going forward. The best things about it is that the wall is invisible and despite the wild stories we can create in our minds the Word of God is still stronger. We just have to believe.

Fear of anything immobilizes us. We must continue to abide in the living God for perfect love casts out all fear. Wilkinson says, "Courage is not the absence of fear; rather it's choosing to act in spite of fear. You could say that without fear, you can't have genuine courage." We must do the very thing we fear. I feared buying a house, so I bought a house. Maybe you fear starting your own business, so overcome that fear and start your own business. After all, if the wall is invisible, how is it going to stop you?

Sometimes I believe our minds can be our worst enemy. Yes, there is a war going on between the light and darkness, but sometimes I think the biggest war is within us, between us and God. God, I want to give you 'that', but I still want to hold on 'this' just for a little while longer. Our minds are so powerful yet they must be influenced by the heart of God before the dream becomes a reality. We must believe the Word of God over any and all circumstances in our lives. We must believe Truth over lies. I must let Truth prevail always. It's the only thing that keeps me alive.

It's time to walk children of God. To walk through walls we have created in our minds. There are gates in these walls and on the other side awaits destiny. You will prevail for the Truth is in you. Take a step forward through your invisible wall. Find me waiting with more of what you were looking for on the other side.

Raising the dead.

"By faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that the things which are seen were not made of things which are visible."
Hebrews 11:3

God makes me laugh sometimes. He showed me that He is greater than my lack of faith or fear. We need to just simply do what He says. We need to do what we know in order to know what to do.

The science teacher next to my room put her gerbil in one of those balls to run around in the classroom while the kids weren't there. One of the teachers came in and kicked the ball really hard thinking it was a beach ball. As it was kicked, the lid came off and little Nebby flew out and smacked against the wall and laid motionless. When the gerbil came to it really wasn't moving but its heart was racing so fast. Over the next minute a few more teachers gathered around and Nebby started moving his arms a little but his heart rate dropped significantly to the point where it was dangerous. Blood started coming out of his nose and we knew he was a gonner because there was internal bleeding. Then his heart stopped and stopped moving then pooped (which is a sign an animal is dead.)

As he was laid out on the table and one of the teachers said, "Emilie do something!" What was I supposed to do?! Without thinking I just laid my hand on the little guy and said, "In the name of Jesus I command the spirit back into this animal!" Within five seconds, boom he was alive! The teachers screamed because we knew he was dead before! It wasn't the normal being raised from the dead where the fingers start moving, then toes, then it starts breathing, but it was immediate and it ran all around! Ha ha! I was asked to tell the story over and over again giving Jesus all the glory in this public school.

I don't know what I was thinking when I asked God to raise a gerbil from the dead. I don't think I was thinking. Sometimes I think we think too much where we actually think who God truly is away. I didn't really expect it like, yes I know he will be alive again, but just did what was in me to do. I mean why not? What's the worst that could happen, he dies? Or God could just show up and do what is normal in the kingdom. I honestly do not count myself as a woman of great faith but I do know the Father loves me. It's really all about Jesus. Without love we are nothing. We can raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, give everything away to the poor, and give our bodies but without love we are nothing.

I thinking there's something significant in acting in the moment God speaks. A moment of hesitation causes doubt to flood in and we could miss walking through that window of opportunity and miss the miracle. We are supposed to have an expectation in things that are not seen to be seen. Gods words spoke this earth into existence. The invisible becoming visible. I believe that is what happened with Nebby. God's words spoke the gerbil's invisible spirit back into him. The evidence of this was something seen, he became alive. We have resurrection power flowing on the inside. It must get out by our voice. Speak, speak, speak words of life over all dead situations and bring forth life beloved of God! In doing so, you bring heaven to earth.

Bones Are Shaking!

The other night, while in prayer the presence of the Lord came so heavy I could feel the weight of his glory on my chest. I then heard bones. Bones were rattling. They were shaking and shaking and shaking non stop! The vision focused on thigh and hip bones. There is a great shaking of bones occurring. It was so loud in the spirit that I almost had to cover my hears.

I was lead to Ezekiel 37 about how Ezekiel prophesied to the dry bones to come together, then for skin to come over them, then for breath to enter so there would be full life in the body. Verse ten reads, "So I prophesied as He commanded me, and breath came into the them and they lived, and stood upon their feet an exceedingly great army."

The bones I already saw were standing but they were without skin. I said, Lord how can this be? The Lord said, "You must be clothed with humility." Oh God our destruction lies in pride. We can have the bones and breath in us that Ezekiel prophesied but be so naked. Pride kills us and separates us from God. Because the bones were shaking I knew they would soon fall and lie again on the earth. We must be clothed with humility to be this exceedingly great army of the Lord.

I then asked the Lord about the significance of the leg and hip bones in the vision. I came across in Daniel 5 when King Belshazzar exalted himself above all in the nation and brought in the gold of his father Nebuchadnezzar and worshiped idols. Suddenly, a man's fingers wrote a message on the wall. "Then the king's countenance changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his hips were loosened and his knees knocked against each other." (vs6) Daniel came and spoke the interpretation and then said, "But you his son, Belshazzar have not humbled your heart although you knew all this. And you have lifted yourself up against the Lord of heaven." (22-23)

Because of the kings pride his hips and knees knocked and where shaking. When we are not clothed in humility our bones shake and will fall because of pride. Here's the beauty, "they clothed Daniel with purple and put a chain of gold around his neck... that he should be the third ruler in the kingdom." (29) Daniel was clothed with humility. That night Belshazzar was slain and his bones returned back to the dust of the earth.

Church, we must humble ourselves before the Lord. We are nothing without him. We are mere bones without life but God breathed His life giving breath into our bodies. We were made for God and every sounds that proceeds from our mouths must voice life as He first breathed life into us. For "death and life are in the power of the tongue and those who love it will eat its fruit." (Prov 18:21). Let us be clothed with a cloak of humility and stay low. How low you stay will determine how high you will ascend into the third heaven. From those who are clothed will surely arise the"exceedingly great army of the Lord." Truly, like Belshazzar, "those who exalt themselves will be humbled," and like Daniel, "those who humble themselves will be exalted."

2008 Prophecy

Dear brothers and sisters,

I can not begin to explain what has been happening these past few days. This prophetic gifting in me has been greatly birthed and I am now seeing, hearing, and feeling things I have never sensed before in the Spirit. This 2008 prophecy came over me three nights ago as the Spirit fell while worshiping him. I could barely keep my pen moving fast enough. I have to be honest and tell you that I have no clue what I am doing. I don't even know what to do but pray and release it over the church. The word was put before another prophet and confirmed. I have never done this before but it is time. I know the calling God has on my life requires the prophetic anointing and the end is coming soon. I pray you will be blessed by this word from the Lord. To God be all the glory!

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This is the year of Open Gates. Gates that have been possessed by the enemy will now be reclaimed by the Lord’s army. Prayer and faith will cause you to alight to your destination. You have fought for this; the worst of that particular fight is over. Grab a hold of the gates and they are yours!

Know your purpose.
I heard the Lord say, “It is not about your kingdom, it is about mine.” Those who have stood on pebbles and dirt will fall when the winds come but those who stand on solid rock shall surely remain strong. Foundation, foundation, foundation! You will begin to awaken in the night as you sleep because your heart rests in expectation of the Bridegroom. The beloved is going to be awakened from her sleep with a new revelation of purpose. This purpose can only be fulfilled once her foundation is solid. We must renew our minds to the very Word of God and not settle for anything less. Divine purpose is being established among the people of God for this is a time of great awakening.

Birthing.
New beginnings are epitomized by new births. Seeds that have been long planted and cared for through storms, droughts and times of hardship shall show beauty beyond words in these last days. Your labor has not been in vain and my Word shall not go void for it is of the Kingdom. You will dance as you have fought for your inheritance. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad for great is your reward in heaven.

I saw a red hand carried tool box with the typical different sized wrenches, hammers and screw drivers. Everything was new and shinning. From this tool box sprouted a beautiful flower with the appearance of a daisy. It had eight white petals surrounding the yellow center. The Lord says I have given you the tools, you have used them well and the beauty of your labor will now be seen. The Lord revealed the labor consisted of patience, obedience, rest, and worship.

New Ceilings.
The Lord says, “I am taking an old ceiling and making a new.” Your potential is limitless. How high you want to go will be determined on how low you choose to stay. Those who are humbled shall be exalted. Your faith and expectation will be key in rising to new levels.

New things.
I am creating new things. Things that have never been seen, done, or heard before. It is the movement of heaven coming to earth. For surely I am coming soon. This is the year for dreamers to dream. A year when dreamers create the supernatural which brings fruition here in the natural. I hear many cries and labor pains but you will soon forget the desert when you reach the land of that which was promised.

I see the youth of this nation pleading for victory and walking out in it as soon as the request is made. I see this armored young generation going to the nations and setting ablaze many areas over the entire Earth. Small wildfires burn across the nations with hearts of passion for the lost. They will start churches and live solely on the very Word of God.

Young and old in communion.
I hear young and old, young and old repeating in my spirit. This is a time when the old will teach the young and the young will teach the old. A time when the intercessory prayers of our forefathers, which have been carried by the older generation, will propel the younger generation forward. The older generation will see the revival they have labored for! The burden of intercessors will also see their prayers become reality.

Great wisdom.
I hear God speak of the great wisdom needed for this time. A wisdom for creativity and problem solving. This is a time for solutions. For surely if you ask, you will receive wisdom beyond your comprehension. Wisdom greater than Solomon, wisdom from Above. We must remain teachable and prepared to take off our old coat, which we have had comfort in for years, and put on a new. Listen to my voice and you will see wisdom flow like a river from My heart to yours.

“Go for it!” God is opening the door for you to move. The door is open and when He says, “Go!” you must move and seize the opportunity. A moment of hesitation or doubt in this small moment of time can change your life. Things are moving quickly in the spirit and you must catch the wave if you want to be in the vast ocean of the greatest harvest of His heart.

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January 11^th

The Dream:
I was at Life Center and the body looked up and feathers were falling. I began to gather the smallest feathers and then looked down and saw the largest angel feathers I have ever seen. Its vanes were so long, soft and beautiful. As soon as I picked up a large pure white feather I looked and more were appearing. Each time I picked up a feather this soft rain of small gold pellets fell from the heavens where I was located. I laughed a lot in joy and amazement. I then saw the most extraordinary feathers. On each feather were all the colors of the rainbow and they were covered with glistening gold and silver. At the end of each barb on the feather carried countless small diamonds. I traded one of my large white feathers with a man who just picked up this remarkable new feather. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

The Revelation:
I believe God is bringing a new wave of glory. This new wave has never been seen, heard, or even sensed before on earth. God is saying He is doing this because “I still ‘so love the world.’” Acts of love are being poured out from heaven as the bowls are overflowing over the earth at such a time as this. God is releasing a new army of angels that are greater than that of the previous released. These angels have abided and worshiped next to the throne since the beginning of time. They have now been given an assignment to bring the last and biggest wave of glory the earth has ever encountered. Each angel bears the face and heart of God to be poured into the heart of His people. This transfer of glory from heaven to earth will break out mass revival to the ends of the earth for these finals days. You, my saints, will finish well.

I'm naive and love it.

"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love." 1 John 4:18

Over the past few months I have been called very naive by quite a few people when sharing the vision of Harrisburg. It sounds all good, helping the poor, blessing people, BBQ's, until I tell them the specific area in Allison Hill where I want a house. I've been called f'n crazy and everything else the enemy can do to try to pierce my heart and shaken me. Sometimes I step back and think, wow, what the heck am I doing?! Then I think on the goodness of the Lord and rejoice again for what is to come.

It is frustrating at times to get knocked over here and there but just as long as I pick myself up and recognize the tactics of the enemy and overcome. I'm learning that we must fight and persevere for our dreams. As Lou Engle says, "Your dreams will drive you into the wilderness." It's not supposed to be a cake walk but there are sweets on the way. Our dreams will cost us everything. What else where you going to spend your life on?

I was listening to a Life Center message by Heidi Baker where pastors in the US where saying that she was the most naive woman they ever met. Yet, that she should never change. That's encouraging knowing the massive revival Mama is leading through the world by simply stopping for the one.

I may be incredibly naive being a white mid 20's girl going into the line of fire where drug dealers inhabit some of the hundreds of condemned buildings, where single mothers cry out and can barely keep it together, where the poor struggle to keep warm and their bellies with some food, and where the addiction runs rampant with drugs, sex and alcohol. What a beautiful place to be a light in this dark little world of Harrisburg. The power of darkness has been destroyed by His death, so what is there to fear?

I will finish well. Stuff happens but God is always alive and well. As Mama Heidi says, we need to look at the face of trouble and laugh while pushing and believing for victory. We are in a revival that will never end. I might have a few bruises but I will keep running. Yes I'm naive but God made me naive. I trust in Him. If I was not naive I would be fearful and fear chokes me and makes me immobile. I pray for wisdom every day.

I feel like I am laboring now with this promise of the city. My heart is now despirate to go and move into the city as I fall in love with everyone on the streets, rich and poor, lovely and unlovely. Despiration moves the heart of God. It's all for Him, it's all for Him. It's coming, I can feel it. The anticipation and expectation is building.

I will joyfully continue to be naive and dream my young girl dreams. That's how stuff happens in the Kingdom.

The homeless finding a home in my heart.

"for I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in;I was naked and you clothed me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me." Matthew 25:35-36

She wore a Giant bag on her hair and another over each of her feet. Her layered clothes, missing tooth, big eyes, and rough sarcasm were there to meet me on Willow street in Harrisburg tonight. Her name is Mrs. Johnson. She was one of the many who we visited tonight with Bethesda's Mobile Ministry. Blankets, hoodies, socks, and jackets were given out as needed. The coffee was hot, powered creamer to follow, and hot water was used to make the ramen noodles to give out as hot soup. Lunch bags of goodies filled their arms and bottled water was a treat.

The seventy year old woman swears she's married to Mr. Johnson, yes the former president, as she then changes to says she is Laura Bush. Even talking to the other homeless, it seems some just lose their minds in the twisted world of poverty. Another younger girl about my age is on her 6th child and the kids are living with their daddies. Her one child's name is Emily and cannot remember how she spells her name until she lifts up her arm where a pooh-bear has her child's name written on it. How can you heart not break. Love looks like something. Mrs. Johnson was on her third cup of coffee and a big smile when we left her.

"Thank you Lord," continued to come out of Larry's joyful yet broken heart. His bearded face, loss of hearing, runny nose, and stained jacket were evidence to him being on the street for quite a long time. He played the most beautiful Christmas songs on the harmonica as he says God really likes it as he says it does something special for him inside. As Larry began to tell me his story my heart wanted to whale yet there was so much joy that came out that it was could only be expressed in laughs and love. He began to cry and told me he does not think he's going to make it. The cold was pressing in my lungs and the rain turned to ice as it hit the ground. When he cannot hear what I say he says, "Yeah, the Lord is shining down on us." We were sent off by an oldies song passionately sung by Larry that night.

I struggle to understand why all this happens. I can take a spiritual and economical stand on why people are homeless but why are they still homeless? What about Larry who loves Jesus yet he's been on the streets for over 15 years? God do you remember him? Of course He does but I still struggle to understand poverty and why it seems that most of the world is cursed with living without the bare essentials. Then again, who are they serving? I don't know. Tonight was the first time I saw the US in a fragile state; a state that is so contradictory to what we stand for, freedom. How many are locked into bondages of running in circles and dieing from it? Is this truly the land of the free and home of the brave? Oh God heal our land! I knew in my head the needs and desperation of our nation but tonight now I know know it in my heart.

In the bitter cold Larry warmed my heart. Look where he is yet he is still thanking Jesus. I can be honest and say I don't know how strong I could be to thank you for that many years and still be on the streets. Challenging. I felt like I was in Mozambique again, a feeling that I have longed for since leaving. I was alive again! I was created to love the poor and the poor I will love. This is who I am. The greatest thing is that despite the darkness which is engulfing the lives of many, "the Lord is still shining down on us."

Restoring the vision

I don't know why it's been so difficult to pick myself up from this house that I had the door shut in my face on. My dear friend Jonathan sent amazing encouragement and prophecy about the house. I wanted to share it and agree with it.

"Some houses even to come may SEEM like the right one, but know that when God says, "This is My house which I have given to you to take care of and to make a dwelling place for the lost," It will be more obvious than you can even imagine. And I pray now, and prophecy now, that you will KNOW without doubt whatsoever that it will be the house for you because when you walk into the front door of the House the Lord has in store, His Spirit will flood your heart and you will literally be brought to your knees because His glory will fill the house so much that He will say to those present at the time, "You are on Holy ground!" "

My girlfriend Sharon adds, "God is able to give you much more than this!"

I recieve and believe it Lord! Like I said before, the only words I heard from Jesus was, "Keep dreaming." So I am. I am claiming everything that I saw in the house which is no more, for the house which is to come. My house in Harrisburg will have all this and more :)

1. Allison Hill area

2. Four plus bedrooms

3. At least 1.5 baths

4. Offstreet parking

5. Move in condition

6. Large kitchen

7. Large family room

8. Visable place from the street for a BBQ for outreach

9. Security system

10. Areas outside to dance and worship

11. Under 90K

12. Washer and dryer

13. Hook up for central air

14. Resting place as it will carry the glory of the Lord.

There ya have it Jesus. I believe you want to restore all and more that was lost. That's who you are, love, and that's all you are about. I thank you for that.

The painting above is by Lorraine Stiefenhofer called "Dreaming in Utero."
This image is a copyrighted work of Lorraine Stiefenhofer © 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008
Inscape Art

Miscarrying a house

"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life."

Proverbs 13:12

My heart and vision was in a house on 13th street. Everything seemed perfect. Then I lost it. Another buyer gave a cash offer with no contingencies. I feel like the rug has been pulled from underneath me. What happened? Is this a time to rise and stand and say "No that's mine and I'm fighting for it," or "God has something way better," which I can't imagine but need to believe. It's really hard.

I know those who grow strong are those who wait on the Lord. I want to be strong. I look at David's life as he was appointed by Samuel to be king 10-13 years before he actually became king. And during that time, look at all the battles he had. It was character building. That's what I believe this is. I have faith that this place could still be mine but if it's not I have faith that there is a better one. I should make a list of what I want in a house.

It's been difficult looking as I face compromise all the time. This one little 17103 zip code I'm looking in there are like zero houses that I would remotely be interested in buying. Why not just move to 4th street and buy a beautiful house for the same price yet with marble top counters, stainless steel appliances, hardwood floors, central air, a beautiful little porch out front? I'm reminded that is where the poor are not.

It's a struggle, but despite what everyone tells me at school and even some friends, I will not compromise. I can't. It's the Kingdom. Wow, if we only knew the repercussions of bad decisions now we would not do them. I need to be with the poor. The drunks, the drug dealers, the condemned houses, and the lost. That's where my heart is. I have only heard one thing from God with all of this, "Keep dreaming." So I'm going to keep dreaming. Maybe I wasn't dreaming big enough and settled with the house, I don't know.

All I can do is enter back into His rest.

A spoon full of humbleness.

" And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."

1 Corinthians 13:13

God has been humbling my heart greatly and putting my heart back in place with Him once again. It frustrates me when I think I can do things without Him; it's pride. Some of the most popular scripture in the Bible has been resurrected to its true beauty in my heart. I'm so useless and hopeless without Jesus Christ. I can preach the gospel, save multitudes, heal the sick, cast out devils and prophesy, but if I have not love I am nothing. Nothing. That humbles my heart greatly. I can remember being in Mozambique always looking for the miracles when Jesus said "Love will heal this boy." Love is what moves the heart of God. Read these scriptures and I pray you have a greater revelation of Love.

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..." 1 Cor 13:1-8

That's enough to wreck me for a while. A friend sent me a YouTube video with Graham Cook speaking and I have watched it countless times. I need to because I cannot seem to grasp the fullness of the Father's love for me. God loves us 100% now. Even if we do not become better he will still love us 100%. His love never changes. There's nothing we can do to make God love us more, and nothing we can do to make Him love us less. We can't earn God's love. God says, you can only love Me as much as you love yourself. Oh God I need to be set free from how I see myself. If only, if only I would accept every day that I am His beloved, His bride, His perfect one. Oh brothers and sister we must rejoice!

Love. Love. Love. Love is who God is. I want to be love. Love like the Father loves. We can have faith to move mountains, hope to change the world, but the greatest is to love. I want to love outrageously like Daddy does. I think I'm getting a little better each year. I find that when I know His love the most and feel loved I love all in return. God is love. It's great to have love humble my heart.

Here is the YouTube video from Graham Cook.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEisSxR2cps

The Vision of the Harrisburg Revival.

"...in the presence of Him whom he believed-God, who gives life to the dead and calls those thing which do not exist as through they did." Romans 4:17

It needs to be written. The Vision of the Harrisburg Revival.

God keeps telling me to dream, dream, dream. Do you see it? We must see it to believe it. Seeing is believing. It's hard to pray and believe something you don't see. So see it. Believe it. Receive it. It is yours. It is Ours. "The earth is the Lord's and all its fullness, the world and those who dwell in it." Psalm 24:1

God has somehow trusted me with His heart like I have never experienced before. The more I talk about the dream the more I believe it. I prophesy the dream and speak His Kingdom into existence in Harrisburg. Just as God spoke the earth into existence, I speak this revival, the house, the ministry, and changed lives into this city. We are co-labors with Christ. This is what we see together...

A house in the desperate parts of the city. This is a house of Obed-Edom, a house of glory where those in a certain radius are touched by Jesus, just like when Obed-Edom kept the arc of the covenant in his house. I see a house church in this home. One with many colors and ages being discipled, bringing in the harvest. I see dinners being made for many, cookouts, His kingdom being easy, effortless. I see a new international ministry being birthed out of this house. A name I have been given yet it is not the time for it to be released. A house of fellowship, a house of redemption, salvation, and love.

Today as I was meditating on the vision I tried to dream more but I could not. This is as far as I can dream yet still believe. I said, God, now what? He said, now you have to get your butt into the city.

It's funny because reality is so different from God. That's why heaven wants to invade earth. We are the beautiful vessels that make that connection because the Holy Spirit indwells, in us Praise the Lord. I can tell you that the reality is I have little money in the bank, not even enough to cover closing costs, thousands of dollars still in college debt, have barely ever run even a bible study, and I am still in the Hummelstown apartment waiting for the release. All I can do it laugh because God is so funny and you know He's going to do it.

I look back at the many things that needed to be done before leaving for Mozambique... find a job, possibly move, roommate, raise thousands, pack up a classroom and leave the next day after the kiddos were out of school. God is SO BIG!

Our biggest dream is so little to Jesus. Whatever we can come up with, He has something ten times bigger in store.

God says... Take your place!

So many times we wait on God but He is waiting on us! Didn't Jesus say this in the great and glorious commission...

"And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.” " Mark 16:15-18

The first word I'm stuck on is "Go." Hehehe Go. Yes, there is a time and season for everything and we need to pray if the doors are open or closed. But think about Paul, he went and when the door was closed he didn't stop moving, he just turned somewhere else until we saw the door remained open. God we have to move our feet, whether it's in the work place, the grocery store, the streets, or the nations, we have go GO!


Revival is already happening in Harrisburg, I can feel it already. I am house hunting and I know God wants me to be in a strategic location for ministry. I covet your prayers for wisdom, finances, faith, and greater revelation of God's heart. Thank you so much and I will keep you all posted.