...We have misused our inheritance. But what is saddest is that we don’t even
realize we had an inheritance to squander and worst of all many of us don’t
even know we have a Father who loves us or a home to return to. Help us,
Father, help us. Help all of us come home with a pure and repentant heart.
Let us make You proud of us. You so richly deserve it. Father, may Your will
[I am in a field of wildflowers in summer. I hear the birds and the crickets.
My Father approaches me and says, “Come, see what I have prepared for you.
Behold”: I see a wooden church with eight steps leading up to it and a porch
on the front. It is a small church. It is wood, light wood, like pine. There
seems to be smaller buildings that circle it in a semi-circle.]
Father, what You show me is not in the woods like the other scene I have
seen. Why is this?
They are one and the same, child. One is new and one is old. One shows the
effort in its infant stages. The other gives a picture at a much later time. It
survives; it exists. It will come to be.
[In the older image, the trees have grown denser and closer. There is an open
growing field behind it. In the new, there is forest behind it and it appears
to be exposed to the sun and it is light. Everything looks new and fresh and
clean. The older one is aged and seems to have almost blended in with the
woods, as if they’ve grown together.]
So it shall be in My time with My grace—all will come to know Me. Prepare
for this great day. Know that I am with you in the stillness of your soul. Let all
My children come to Me for a great feast. And there will be celebrating, for the
lost will be found. This I promise—no son or daughter is beyond My reach.
Prepare, little one, and I will come to you.
Father, I have a question. And for me, this is an important one: I am
confused over what … is building and what I’m seeing. How do I reconcile
What you see is meant for you. Others will have their own work to do in My
plan. Go in My peace, daughter.
Is 3:14-17—“The Lord will enter into judgment with the ancients of his people, and
its princes: for you have devoured the vineyard, and the spoil of the poor is in your
house. Why do you consume my people, and grind the faces of the poor? Saith
the Lord the God of hosts. And the Lord said: Because the daughters of Sion are
haughty, and have walked with stretched out necks, and wanton glances of their
eyes, and made a noise they walked with their feet and moved in a set pace: The
Lord will make bald the crown of the head of the daughters of Sion, and the Lord
will discover their hair.”
[There was a small miracle following this reading. Something I lost and had
frantically looked for suddenly appeared. This reminds me of the recent
incidents involving the lost pet and lightbulb. They may seem insignificant,
but I believe our Father is trying to show me that nothing is truly lost—that
all things are possible through Him.]