Skip to main content

Bundles at Harvest

Wow.

I just received an awesome word from God. I love how he speaks. But, wait...just THAT blows my mind:

Uncreated One SPEAKS to the created.
Eternal God ANSWERS mortal man.

And even more than that....the Living God INVITES man to come and reason with him. I don't know about you, but I can't reason that one out at all!

But anyway, like I was saying, I just received an awesome word from the Lord about the Harvest that's coming. I went to prayer meeting like I do most every Monday night AND like most every Monday night, our prayer leader had laid out on the altar sheets of paper with names of individuals we are praying for in a 'harvest of souls.' In fact, we refer to it as 'our harvest' each week. So, tonight I made my way up to the altar and began to look at the first few sheets of paper before me. I closed my eyes to pray and immediately saw Jesus with a sickle in his hand, standing next to a huge bundle of wheat. It was taller than he was and was bound together (hence...the bundle!). I stared at this image for a moment. Then, opened my eyes and continued to make my way down the line of papers. Once again, I closed my eyes and saw the same thing. It was an image I couldn't shake so I decided I needed to concentrate on what I saw. I made my way to a solitary place and immediately I saw in the vision, Jesus leading me over to a plot of ground in this field he was in. I knelt beside the plot and began to weep tears onto the ground. Now, the Lord had taught me years ago that TEARS are seed. His word says, "Those who SOW in tears, shall REAP in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, bearing SEED for SOWING, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing in sheaves with him!" (Psalm 126:5) (Bringing in sheaves?!?! I forgot about that part till just now! That makes this word even cooler! Wow. God just confirmed his word with his word. lol!)

Anyway, he had taught me before that tears in prayer are seed for sowing. But tonight, he was teaching me a new lesson. He showed me crying over the ground and sad, 'you never receive one crop for one tear. It's never one seed brings one plant. It's always in multiplication.' Tears are multiplied and bring forth bundles of joy! Multiplication! He then explained to me that the bundle I saw, meant multiplication....in that it represents entire family units! Entire families being harvested! Families. Cities. Nations. Just like the woman at the well: one word was given to her and an entire village came to know Christ!  Jesus told me, 'Do not marvel at this! This is how nations will be discipled!' I then saw bundles all over the globe, even entire continents bundled!

Jesus explained to me that through this law of multiplication, we were going to receive things we didn't even pray for! We may have been praying for one individual, but that person's entire family will come to know him! Like dominoes! So awesome!

Then, I saw Jesus standing in this field, looking at me expectantly. I then heard in my spirit, 'God is looking for the echo' and I remembered that whatever God speaks in heaven, he waits for man to declare on earth. I knew what he just spoke to me must be agreed with here on earth so, I looked at Jesus and said, 'Yes! Go!' and BOOM! In a flash, Jesus had wings and he flew out over the field crazy fast! His wings were like the sickles as he flew, chopping down bundle after bundle for harvest! He spoke to me, 'Do not marvel at the speed of the harvest that is coming!" Tears have been sown, multiplication will come and it will spring forth speedily!

Oh, I am so excited by this word! We will go out weeping but coming in bringing in sheaves...bundles...families. No longer stalk by stalk addition...but sheaves for the Kingdom.

Even so, Lord...Yes! Go!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Christmas Keys

My hands delicately touched the ivory keys. In reverent solace, I took a deep breath as I sat in the darkness of this unfamiliar house. Slowly, I began to let my fingers flow with the emotions I was feeling. It had been months since I had sat at a piano. But this piano was nothing like the one I had known before: this piano was a perfectly tuned Baby Grand, worth thousands of dollars. The piano I had know - my piano - was an old out of tune spinet that I had purchased at a yard sale for $50. And in that moment, as my fingers danced across the meticulously cared for ivory, I realized how deeply I missed my old out-of-tune friend. It was a feeling that came unexpectedly, this grief. It startled me. So, I quickly stuffed it down inside of myself and shook it off as nonsensical. But as warm tears began streaming down my cheeks while I played this Grand, I soon realized that this was an emotion I could no longer deny: I was grieving the loss of my piano. The loss of my piano had come a...
Post a Comment
Read more

Talking With My Mouth Full

This morning, I am praying for wisdom, instruction, discernment, and understanding. I am looking at Proverbs 1:1-7 and asking for all that is hidden there. Lord, I ask for eyes to see and ears to hear. While praying for ears to hear his voice of wisdom and instruction & eyes to see him display it, my vision was filled with a table spread before me. God has put before me a table filled with wisdom and knowledge, delicacies of council and instruction, plates piled with justice and judgment. His face is smiling and it beckons me to 'come and dine.' Once again, the idea that we have been given all things (2 Peter 1:3; 1 Cor 3:21) is presented to me. That includes all wisdom! Paul prayed in Col 1:9-10, 'that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding.' Jesus himself promised that the Holy Spirit would lead us into all truth (John 16:13). Now, as I sat pondering this beautiful spread before me, I didn't stop there: ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Door of My Heart

I asked Jesus a simple question and I encourage any of my readers to do the same: Show me, Lord, what does the door to my heart look like? I see Jesus showing me my door, the door to my heart. It is like something I’ve seen in pictures. It is a red, heavy wood door. The wood is old, weathered but charming in beauty. The red isn’t bright…is subdued. It is shaped like an old church door, not square or round. More like an arched doorway that has a point at the top. There is a small window in it. I can feel the roughness of the wood.   It’s weird, cause sometimes the door looks like it’s a soothing bluish green. Antique in color. There is stonework all around the door. Like in an old church or an old garden wall. The handle dangles down but is beautiful iron work. I can twist it somehow to push the door open. There is a step, a stone step right in front of the door. Ivy grows all around the stone wall. Grass is before the step. I can even hear birds singing. I know this has to be a...
1 comment
Read more