Healing

This New Sound

by Lori Anne Hale April 28, 2022

written by Lori Anne Hale

What extraordinary days have fallen upon the Church! In this season a new divine utterance shall arise from their midst, resonating from deep within, out of those who have encountered the compassionate care of My healing hand.

Then like the Balm of Gilead, a fresh anointing of hope shall be poured out upon My children, resounding with words of profound revelation and coursing with the power of supernatural restoration. For up from the bitter waters of infirmity and affliction, a new tributary shall be cut, one that flows with the current of mercy, forgiveness, and Agape love.

And so with a mighty surge, a river of healing shall move through My children, with many encountering greater levels of internal freedom, as a tremendous outpouring of Holy Spirit is about to wash over the Church. From far and wide this new sound shall be heard filling the atmosphere, like those long-awaited summer rains falling upon parched soil, as this song shall originate from the heart of the Father and transcend from the heavenly to His children on earth. Then the groanings of My people shall be satisfied, for their discomfort and pain shall be eased. For El Roi, the God who sees, knows their sorrow and has heard their cries for help, and so is riding in with healing on His wings.

Therefore, in these days, many souls that have been distressed shall find relief, for within this coming wave of revival lies the remedy to cure all of their sufferings, as these shall not find the comfort they seek through the solutions of man but must trust in the one who is Healer to relieve the weight of oppression they carry.

And so, in due time I shall release this melody of restoration which shall sweep through the throngs of believers; a melody that shall reverberate the true sound of Heaven, one that has not been manufactured or forced by ‘brand-builders’ and those bound to a religious spirit. For this new sound shall emanate from those of My own who have the purest intentions, as these believers are only interested in doing the will of their Heavenly Father.

So then now, now, now is the time of preparation! Now, now, now is the hour to cast off all distractions and devote your days to lingering in My Presence: days devoted to maintaining your position in the flow of Holy Spirit. For within this stream of My Glory the waters of revival will rush in and overtake those who are expectant: those who are actively in pursuit of Me.

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” Zephaniah 3:17

(Received: 3/27/2022)

April 28, 2022 0 comment

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A Season Of Rebuilding

by Lori Anne Hale February 17, 2021

written by Lori Anne Hale

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Then like a hammer to a chisel, the hand of the enemy has been at work, chipping away over the years at the foundation of this nation, striking here and there, seeking to bring about a total collapse of her Constitutional structure.

And though right now it would seem he is about to succeed in his efforts, since this republic is now in a state of peril, yet the hour of My clock still shows there is time to recover what he has damaged. For while it took him decades to implement this evil plan, I can quickly repair each area he has defaced.

Then your cries for ‘justice and mercy’ must be fully complete by adding petitions for ‘restoration’, for it’s not enough to simply have the defiler evicted, as restoration must come forth to correctly repair what the enemy has marred.

Therefore, just as vandalized property must go through a rebuilding phase, so too, must this nation undergo a season of reconstitution, where the very bedrock of this republic is reformed upon its true Constitutional ideals: that unaltered state of its founding tenets.

So let My children hold a broader perspective where they see beyond the immediate battle, and consider that conquest is only a small part of this campaign. For overcoming the enemy must also include a strategy for rebuilding, which is important to shifting this nation and her people back into alignment with the grand vision I had cast before the foundation of the world.

So don’t stop short when you petition My throne for your country. Let your prayers encompass the ground that will be left once victory has been known. For the General over any battle looks beyond just the seizing of land, but has long term goals to reset the region; to see that the citizenry is no longer held captive by the oppressive tactics of the enemy: that foreign invader who came to steal their innate freedom and destroy the values they hold dear.

Then increase the boundaries of your prayers, for this shall establish a wide perimeter, thus making it much more difficult for the enemy to re-enter and attack this nation with such a show of force again.

“Then the nations that are left round about you will know that I, the Lord, have rebuilt the ruined places and planted that which was desolate; I, the Lord, have spoken and will do it.” Ezekiel 36:36

(Received: 2/7/2021)

February 17, 2021 0 comment

Encouragement

The Field Of Forgiveness

by Lori Anne Hale January 17, 2021

written by Lori Anne Hale

Laban was known for his trickery with Jacob, for he promised to give him Rachel’s hand in marriage if his nephew labored seven years for him. And though Jacob kept to his end of the bargain, his crafty uncle had plotted an underhanded scheme to take unfair advantage of Jacob. But even after being fooled, Jacob stayed and worked for Laban another seven years so he could marry the woman he loved.

But what of the characters in this story, and what is the spiritual significance each one holds?

Clearly Laban, the protagonist, represents the enemy: the evil one who is always looking to put chains of bondage upon those who will agree with his plans. Since his words sound sincere, those less discerning are easily caught in his trap. Laban is also a picture of the world, and how unfairly men treat other men. For it is in the heart of human beings to put themselves first, even if that means blatant misuse of another.

So Jacob labored under the assumption that if he worked hard for his uncle, that the promise of marriage to Rachel would be granted once he had fulfilled this obligation. Unfortunately, when an individual partners with a deceptive spirit, the resolution of the agreement is never met with an honorable end, for how can anyone who listens to the voice of evil put the interests of another ahead of their own?

Jacob, on the other hand, is a picture of My Son, for he so loved the bride that he would go to any lengths to have her as his own, even surrendering his life in sacrifice. In like manner, My Son had done nothing to deserve the penalty He was given, He was willing to pay the cost for His intended because so deep were His affections for her.

And so, at the set time, Jacob and Rachel (the one he adored) were finally joined through the covenant of marriage. Even though Jacob, at the outset, was found with the disadvantage, because he did what was right in My sight, his life still prospered. For regardless of the unfair treatment My own may suffer in this world, I am able to turn their circumstances around so that their lives yield prosperity and abundance. But, they must honor My ways even when found with the short end of the stick. Jacob knew his uncle to be manipulative, and still remained in his household for twenty years, because he knew that a covenant made was meant to be honored, regardless of how he fared in the end.

Jacob understood that a person’s word given is a verbal contract, and even if the other party fails to hold up their end of the deal, those who belong to Me must not seek vengeance upon the one who has cheated them, for it is the act of forgiveness that shall win these over to salvation. Though Jacob had a few skeletons in his closet, when it came to his uncle, he acted uprightly, which is why he and his household prospered.

Those who are followers of Christ should not be surprised or offended when they encounter those who, like Laban, offer the handshake of friendship but have treachery in their hearts. Yet, even when Jacob recognized he had been duped, he still honored his uncle and the deal they had made.

Therefore, when confronted with this kind of fraudulent situation, where a stranger or friend has misrepresented themselves and their intentions, do not seek compensation or an apology for your losses, but rather, submit these over to Me without holding any malice against the one who has wronged you. For upon doing this you will know the inner freedom to love these who otherwise might be considered an enemy, as those who plant their heart in the field of forgiveness will only grow a prosperous crop because the weeds of hatred won’t have the room to pop up and choke off the sprouts of truth which have started to grow.

Then any of My own who have already known the pain of misfortune, don’t let regret rule your thoughts, for the One who truly loves you is able to turn even financial ruin into a win.

So set your heart upon all that is lovely and good, then allow Me to restore not only your finances but heal that place in your heart that was damaged when someone took unfair advantage of you.

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

(Received: 10/20/2020)

January 17, 2021 0 comment

Hope

True Strength

by Lori Anne Hale December 7, 2020

written by Lori Anne Hale

Where does true strength come from? Is it based on a person’s capabilities, or does real stability come to him another way?

The resiliency of a man is not based on his own courage, for there are those known for their bravery who are not afraid to be daring. However, unless these have found the inner peace of complete equity, then their heart will still carry some torment. For example, many are sent out onto the battlefield and are asked to stand up and fight for honor, risking their own life in the place of another. Yet, when these return home, their heart is plagued with the dark memories of each skirmish, remembering the horrifying brutality of man coming against man, without having the ability to reconcile these experiences inside themselves, or to keep these unsettling thoughts from returning.

If man does not have the power to subdue his own thoughts, then where does true strength lie? If these have to turn to outside sources in order to find some relief, who is found holding the correct strength to silence his own inner voices?

Instead of turning to the One known as “Almighty”, many will rush headlong to the world, seeking some form of substance as an antidote to allow themselves the space to feel evenly balanced again. Then there are others who believe man’s own sensibilities provide the backbone to come up against any inner negativity; who recommend using cognitive exercises to increase mental acuity, thinking this practice is the way to strengthen the overall state of well-being in the affected individual. But when these efforts fail to reconstitute the hearts of those who feel broken, the hope of reinstituting a sense of “normal” within will then also fall away, leaving these to dwell in the ‘loneliness of disconnection’. For who has the capacity to understand their pain, or the faculties to offer them a bit of sound advice?

So now, these who were once held up as heroes and thought to have a commanding presence, are left to wrestle with anger and despair. For man can only go so far when relying on his own strength and power as the means to overcome the wounds he carries deep inside.

Then where does a man’s inner strength come from? If muscle and brawn are how he defeats a physical enemy, how does he subdue his internal affliction, the war which has been waging in his soul? Some would say that “positivity” is the answer: that mental exercise focusing on the more satisfying parts of life. But what if those have all left him, having seemingly vanished into thin air, so that when he looks around all he sees are shadows of what used to be? What then?

The natural inclination of man is to partner with his own understanding when it comes to solving his problems, thinking he himself holds the answers for bringing harmony back into his life. Consequently, he moves ahead with his own ideas, those thoughts which seem logical, for he has seen others achieve a positive outcome by using these methods, and it would, therefore, only be wise to follow in their footsteps and recreate this path to wholeness. Unfortunately, what isn’t known are the deep-seated wounds that still exist in those he has concluded are examples of wellness: those thought to have known the way to inner healing.

As a result, the only thing these have accomplished is creating the illusion of well-being, by developing techniques to help mask the pain that is still lurking inside. For what can a man do on his own that will permanently silence his inner demons? How can he eradicate those voices of distress that dwell just beneath the surface of his calm composure? For what he has been offered can only muffle the words he keeps hearing in his head.

So then, what man alive possesses the power to know peace within his heart? If all of his searchings’ can only bring limited results, then where is he to turn when he reaches the end of the list of degree toting professionals who, as experts in this specific field of psychological study, are expected to have all the answers? Unfortunately, these specialists can only take a man so far with their advice. Although their process of healing sounds promising, the methods and techniques they use may alter his behavior, but don’t hold any real power to override the pain inside, and are unable to purge a single soul of its true grief, or cleanse it of every transgression. It simply keeps those found in this state in bondage to a past they’re trying to escape.

Oh, the futility of man, thinking he has the strength within to heal himself, believing that somewhere deep inside lies the answer to his troubles. How fortunate it is for man that I AM here, and that I possess the power to overcome any and all of his struggles in each of those areas his own endeavors could not wash away. For the truth is that man, no matter the amount of effort he uses, cannot dispossess any of his own pain. Though he would like to think himself the master of his own being, what he fails to see is the true frailty of his constitution: that imperfection held in his soul, which, in the end, can only sow the seeds of despair. For even if his life appears to be well-rounded, with the inner reflections of some happier moments, his heart will still be unbalanced, bearing the weightier matters of pain: those heavier scars from yesterday that have not known resolution.

So then if man cannot heal himself, and rid his inner being of the trauma caused by experiences from the past, why does he keep looking to himself for the answers? It’s as if he is trying to discover just the right formula: that missing ingredient that will create a potent elixir containing just enough power to rid his thoughts of every distressing memory.

But even with a great amount of tenacity, none can find the right cure on his own. For determination is only useful if it is borne by a heart that is chasing after Me; by one who is in pursuit of their “Maker and King”. Since he refuses to believe it is My hand of rescue he really needs, and because his own sensibilities have told him otherwise, he insists he has enough control within himself to dominate his emotions. By diverting his thoughts off of those memories which are more distasteful, sadly, his behavior keeps him locked in the never-ending cycle of denial, thereby rendering his life to an impoverished status. For none can know the feelings of real peace unless their confidence has been placed in Me as the ballast point to their inner being. Only I can bring the needed stability to a man’s heart by offering him legitimate healing, because only I command this kind of authority. I alone am known as “El Shadi”, meaning I possess the might to deliver a man from his cares. Because My power flows through perfect love, I have the capacity to gently heal every wound, because it is cleansed through the sacrificial blood of My Son.

This precious gift was not only bestowed upon the world so that each person living could know life everlasting, but also to dwell in splendid contentment which comes to those who have released control of every wound into My gentle hand. For these recognize themselves to be insufficient, lacking the ability to arrest the ache inside aroused from those darker days of life: those unforgettable moments of woe carried deep within. Yet those who choose it can receive authentic healing and be relieved of their discomfort, for My offer to help is not just a ruse. For when I gave My word to bring aid to those who are hurting, I spoke from Truth, knowing I would be able to follow through as “The” answer. Not with empty words, or hollow exercises to follow, but to actually deliver on My promise to alleviate and repair the damaged, tattered places of every heart and mind. For in Me alone is where a man is strengthened, not with a power generated from himself, but that which washes over his inner being once he has surrendered completely to Me.

For a man’s physical muscle and valor are not the sure signs of fortitude, though his actions may speak to a certain level of courage. It is not his own efficiency that can conquer the struggle raging inside, and neither does he contain the right force to overturn his suffering. It is I alone, only I, the one who wields supremacy over all things, and has the jurisdiction as the King of Kings! For to Me, everything shall bow; even heartache must relinquish its control on My command, and must surrender to My authority. For there is nothing that can resist My might.

So then the answer to the question posed, “Where does true strength come from?”, has only one right and correct response. For I will forever be the resolution to this quandary as the source of authentic power, making Me the perfect rescuer for all of mankind.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” Isaiah 40:29

(Received: 3/30/2019)

December 7, 2020 0 comment

Hope

Fractured

by Lori Anne Hale August 20, 2019

written by Lori Anne Hale

Each person that comes to Me starts out fractured and in need of repair, with injury and pain held in their hearts, like a bone that is broken requiring mending. Some have wounds which need only a small amount of care to relieve their discomfort, for the insult they received brought in only a little damage, and so these may not even be aware of their need for healing. Yet each life, on some level, will know the pain of rejection or have words spoken that hit rather hard, regardless of their confident exterior.

A person can deny wounds exist by thinking incidents from long ago were such small matters that there is no reason for a closer examination into what had happened, and therefore see no grounds to have Me apply the salve of healing. So then, they leave these injuries untreated, thereby bringing discomfort when thoughts of those past days drift over to the point of impact, that spot where the unkindness had been offered; when the sharpness of those moments cut an open space for offense to enter, thus reshaping the structure of their identity which has kept them from achieving true alignment with Me. For when these types of wounds remain unattended, viewed in the idea of insignificant, then My children are left without knowing full victory.

Instead, a lie has been trusted, one that said to “move on”, keeping their heart in the shape of being a bit tattered. Though the injury may appear rather inconsequential, it still needs mending. Yes, there are some in My kingdom whose pain is plain to see for the suffering they have experienced has been more traumatic. However, that does not negate My desire to bring healing to every wound carried in those I consider beloved. For even the laceration thought of as old and stale should not be left without care, neither should any insult be set aside, lingering without being covered in the balm of forgiveness. But some of My children will look around, using comparison to the severely broken as the way to decide whether or not they qualify for healing. Yet, these are unaware that even a minor incident can leave a mark which will remain for all of their days unless I am allowed room to bring the proper treatment. Sadly, the notion of deriving any sort of benefit from My healing hands is put aside, thinking My attention is only given to more urgent cases, and My talents of mending reserved for those who have been through more intense pain.

My children need to be aware that it only takes one small wound for an untruth to set in, which then, like an infection that is left untreated, can easily spread, contaminating the soft areas of the heart as it spreads, creating a slight hardness that will thicken unless they seek correct care.

This is why it is important for My beloved to pay close attention to what the Spirit is saying. For when He illuminates something from the past and draws it to the forefront of their thoughts, know that condemnation is never the point. The reality of what He is doing is to shine the light on those places not yet surrendered, things still held back from Me because of the unpleasant emotions associated with each hurtful memory. So instead of ignoring these thoughts when they surface, My children need to pause a moment, as if holding that space of time open, and give Me the room to re-position their view over these matters by shifting their thinking onto a better perspective: one which does not contain the word “victim” written across it in bold letters, as if forecasting the title of their days.

However, there is a redefining process which must take place, where each wound to the soul is addressed so that any lies remaining are exposed, then the one who has been open to this type of deep introspection won’t be found harboring disappointment. For when the pain of each insult is allowed to rise up to the surface of their heart by revisiting those moments where the wound was inflicted, these can know the relief of freedom, as even a nick from the smallest rebuff is washed away without any remnants of heartbreak left leading to residual pain. Once I am allowed to enter into these wished-to-be-forgotten places of hurt, the re-set of healing can happen rather quickly, as I do not desire My children to linger in a broken condition, nor exist with any form of deficiency or space where fullness is lacking.

So I say to these, “My goal is restoration”; of removing the bruises from the past so that this pain is not carried into your future: which then provides “wholeness” the space to expand into every part of your being; unfolding Truth into the distorted thoughts of deception (the lies from careless words spoken by another that you accepted as the correct description of your identity), thus defining, in part, who you consider yourself to be. So with the remarkable precision and steady hand of the most skilled surgeon, I am able to erase the damage done by every misconception. Through the reconstruction of thought, a new perception of identity can be brought forth as one that is no longer askew: bringing your mind into the right balance, centered with the correct understanding of who you are in Me.

So when one of these moments presents itself to you, don’t let it just pass by! Take the time to seek Me over this faded injury. For within its resolution may lie an experience with Me that you have never known before, where new thoughts and ideas about Me are able to stand because the inhibitor from the past has been washed away; where this vacated space has opened the room for a broader expression of who I am, taking our relationship to a deeper level of intimacy, and a closeness that can only be known by one who has undergone the mending of My healing hands.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalms 147:3

(Received: 12/15/2018)

August 20, 2019 0 comment

Hope

A Shipwrecked Heart

by Lori Anne Hale February 28, 2019

written by Lori Anne Hale

Adrift on the water away from any land, this shipwrecked heart is found floating, searching for something to grab hold of in order to keep from sinking down into the darkness which is calling.

Surrounded by feelings of isolation, she sees no possible rescue from the pain that rejection has brought in, leaving her drowning in the sea of abandonment, catching her completely off guard, for separation was not part of the future she had in mind. Thinking her relationship secure, the idea of its ending never entered her thoughts, for she believed there to be unity, a sameness between them, both heading in a similar direction. But now that is gone and she is left with a different fate than she had envisioned – one which does not comprise the number two, for it had always included another, involving the one to whom she had given her heart.

Believing it just a fluke, a momentary indiscretion, she convinced herself he would return. Yet, as time ticked forward (as it always does), she began to realize he had moved on and removed his affections, no longer pointing them in her direction. Instead, the sting of dismissal has replaced the sentiments of love, leaving her pining over the loss; for it has been made plain to her that reconciliation is out of the question, leaving her with only vacant dreams placed in the backdrop of “what could have been”, if he had only stayed true. Once the recognition of “over” had set in, and she realized their parting was final, and that this time around would not be filled with “I’m sorry”, the last bit of hope she carried was taken, dismantling the remaining pieces of the life they had built together.

Wandering has now become her motion, for she cannot find the point to her existence; its context holding no understanding. Where is she to focus? What plan could she possibly come up with, on her own, that could compare with the one he had promised? The dilemma of what to do next stands before her, for where can she find the guarantee of happiness again? Like a flood, estrangement came in washing over all her tomorrows, leaving her floating in the wreckage of yesterday’s failure without seeing any possible way to move forward, annulling every feeling of control.

As if her life were held in a strong current, its’ pull took her away from where she wanted to be, drawing her further into the empty space of loneliness and desperation. Though she reminds herself that she is better off without him, she cannot seem to muster the strength to stand on her own two feet, so she allows the flow of this unfriendly channel to carry her heart further away, setting hopelessness as her sole focus (due to unmet expectations). What she thought her life would contain has moved far beyond her reach, subjugating her future to a new narrative, one she finds somewhat distasteful; for no consideration had been given to her feelings when the decision was made to alter course, setting her life on the path of unwanted change, leaving her the one standing empty-handed.

When a heart is left in this forlorn state, ill from the feelings of abandonment, and found in the nighttime of sadness, what remedy is there to release them from this form of ailment? For once life is interrupted by this type of devastation, the challenge to regain a sense of “normal” must come from outside of themselves. Though some would like to believe “moving on” to be the solution, until those deeper places where the pain is held have found healing, every wound will be carried into their future; festering into something ugly, showing up in bitterness and displayed through distrust masquerading as politeness, until insult and injury revisit, causing an unflattering eruption of angry words and unkindness (for all are presumed a potential threat so must be kept at a distance).

Now, a wall of isolation meant for protection keeps her heart. Yet this strong barrier must be let down in order to find true consolation. Until even a small opening is made in this fortified blockade, My love cannot reach in and bring relief. For I am longing to be your companion, the One who remains deeply invested, for quality time is a specialty of mine, something I enjoy most when it comes to My children. You will find My back is never turned facing away, for I will always be right beside you. Even when you experience feelings of mistrust aimed in My direction, the affections I carry for you stay the same. Giving is the language I speak, so My words will always be filled with affirmation held in the goal of rebuilding, for I never use harsh language meant for cutting. This is something I never do. When My gaze falls upon you, what I see is one who is most loved.

Though your heart knows what it means to be scorned, and you have felt contempt for another, I desire to remove each stone of pain from its placement, and gently take down every hinderance set between us. But, since I hold the qualities of a gentleman, I won’t act unless My invitation has been accepted, for I never force Myself onto another or presume the right of way. My intentions are always noble because of My honorable nature (though it is true I am no respecter of persons, meaning none are elevated to My level). I do not push My way in, nor do I demand an acknowledgement. Yet, I will always be waiting for you to glance My direction, hoping you will open your heart to receive Me.

The relationship I offer will always be in an unbalanced state, for the affections I carry towards you will continually outweigh any you hold for Me. This is due to My perfect love, which comes to you in its complete form, so you never have to be concerned about your standing with Me. You will always and forever be loved! My heart is never fickle towards any I call My own because it resonates with fondness from the place of absolute dedication, so cannot be jarred from this position by any form of rejection. I will continue to love regardless of reciprocation. This is where My heart can be found, held in total devotion, never lacking any degree of commitment.

Even though you have experienced the rebuff of another and know the heartbreak of feeling unwanted, you should never fear this from Me, My heart is always for you, remaining steadfast and true, covering all of your days without even a hint of regret about our relationship. For once I am accepted, there is no chance of Me leaving, even death cannot come between us. So do not shy away from My invitation when I call upon your heart. Let down the wall you have formed to keep out disappointment, the place where you are hidden away, tucked behind the blockade of self-protection. I want to be your Savior, the One who comes to you as the rescuer, bringing deliverance from continued sadness with the reviving warmth of My affections (which have the power to chase out every shadow formed from the past), leaving you free to enjoy life again.

” I’m going to give you a new heart, and I’m going to give you a new spirit within all of your deepest parts. I’ll remove that rock-hard heart of yours and replace it with one that’s sensitive to Me.” Ezekiel 36:26 (ISV)

(Received: 12/3/2018)

February 28, 2019 0 comment

Insight

A River Runs Through Them

by Lori Anne Hale December 18, 2018

written by Lori Anne Hale

As the mouth of the river opens up to the sea and finally makes its way to where these two bodies of water are joined, this is where the singular force becomes part of a larger whole. The river exists to be its own refreshing canal, yet it is connected to something more expansive. So just as there is a point within the origin of its existence where this tributary began, coming from a space where the water abounds and is established on the earth, My children were created to mimic this design, by being an individual who moves and flows as an estuary of My presence.

From a small trickle, it started to grow into something more, covering the land which had previously been dry and did not have the capacity to produce anything lasting on its own. So each of My chosen are intended to be a source of invigoration as they walk through life, rippling into the barren wasteland of man, cutting through areas known to be hard as stone, because, when the gentle rush of My presence is given the room, it will rise and spread, overtaking a land.

Once My children open themselves to Me, seek a deeper connection to My presence, together we are able to furrow through the thick layers of this world, wash over its hardened walls just as water moves over a large stone, knocking down any obstacles…for there is a power behind the river of My presence.

At first encounter with Me, a fountain of living water springs up, a modest surge begins that is intended to grow and become something greater like the might of a strong current, creating a channel for enlargement, meant to become ever wider, able to cover more and more ground. For when one of My chosen has decided to lift off the barriers between us and no longer put limits upon how I am able to move, many in need can be reached and have their thirst quenched, too.

So then, what started as a humble stream in one, which at first, was only able to affect a few, has become a source of refreshment to many. Though in the beginning, the progression seemed rather slow, and at times felt like a dribble, the strength has turned into something more, expanded with much greater momentum, for now, the power of My river runs through them.

“Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’” John 7:38

(Received: 7/25/2018)

December 18, 2018 0 comment

Hope

Hope Is Not Lost

by Lori Anne Hale November 19, 2018

written by Lori Anne Hale

Once the moon has set upon the night sky and darkness covers the land, the shadows formed where the corner walls meet will once again appear deep and looming, as if going beyond their natural boundaries, like an endless void that seeks to engulf the whole room, always ready to overtake the heart which sits huddled upon her bed.

As she gathers herself up, she hopes to find some form of protection from the pain that surely awaits in the space where sleep exists. For she knows closed eyes open to the portal of places wished forgotten, bringing back the memories of unwanted advances, the closeness of one who was not welcomed and would not accept her rebuff as the answer, who then allowed his anger to lead.

So against her will, he made himself known, though she pleaded and begged for him to leave. And now, when she closes her eyes and lays her head down to rest, his face appears, with his jaw set in hatred and his eyes displaying the contempt held in his heart (for he had determined she would participate in his vile plans).

Disregarding the damage his actions would cause, he decided to have his way. So he aggressively pursued her until his point was made… that he was not one who would stand for rejection, and would not allow her to say “No”.

Her life now feels divided, as if all the days before violence issued itself upon her were just an illusion; when laughter came bubbling up from inside her as she happily sat with her friends, content with the direction she had chosen for her future, enchanted by the potential her life would hold; ready to fully embrace each moment and live in the warmth and brightness generated by her eagerness and positive outlook.

Yet, in a single moment of time, fate created a curtain (as if setting up a wall), an impenetrable barrier which has partitioned off her past like part of a dream; something she can recall but cannot reconnect to in her being, nor find the happiness she once knew, or engage life with the same fervor.

Since that day, when darkness stepped in uninvited, intruded upon all of her plans, and forced his presence upon her, she has stood in the place of sadness, as one who has felt robbed of all that was before her, who cannot regain the momentum for living, or rejoin with the zeal she once felt.

She sits wondering what would have happened if she had only made a different choice, had never encountered the one who would steal her contentment; who would, through his profane behavior, take away her feelings of safety and her confidence in the security of her future. Never once did she entertain the idea that she would fall prey to one who was replete with such evil.

Now, when she succumbs to the weariness of the day and allows sleep to lead her to the place of unconsciousness, she will, again, relive that terrifying moment where she no longer had any say, and could not fend him off as she encountered his strength. Overwhelmed by his force, all of the hope held in her heart vanished, almost as if it had never existed.

Her future marred, lost is the wonder and excitement of what could be. Her heart only sits in the present and cannot see beyond anything but existing, where shades of gray are the colors that cover all of her days, turning increasingly darker once the sun starts to set, knowing those moments of loneliness will soon arrive, filling her heart with dread; hoping to make it through the night with peaceful dreams running through her head, but knowing there is only a slim chance of this happening.

All of her plans seem to have been stolen, replaced with something foreign… an unshakable desire to just simply stop living. Now, a voice inside her can be heard speaking dark words which include her demise, telling her peace can only be realized by choosing death – for the pain which she carries, along with all of her suffering can only be erased by ending her own life. Over and over again these words go through her mind, like the lilt of some grotesque tune, encouraging her to step into its marching line and follow through with its suggestions.

Yet as she considers these grim thoughts, from somewhere in the distance she hears the words, “Don’t give up!” A gentle voice calls out to her with whispers of hope and love; in kindness it seeks her, seeing her value and speaking to her worth. “Hope is not lost…!” There is a way to regain everything that was taken and set her free from the “who” she has become by breaking off all that has been holding her hostage. Then, the passion she once held can reignite filling her with the dreams from her past, those she had all but forgotten.

From a singular experience with My goodness, the fog created by pain can be lifted, for the other voice calling out is Me, the One who has seen all your heartache and suffering, who is able to heal every injury you have sustained.

I am aware of every tear shed and wanted to offer comfort in those long hours of the night, with words of love coming from the heart of the One who truly adores you. So choose My voice, the one speaking out in words filled with hope.

I am able to erase the agony (as if nothing unseemly happened), for My love is able to cover every part of your life by reaching into the places hidden deep inside, washing away the stains where evil has left its mark. Death is not the answer because it does not offer the promise of brighter tomorrows, and can’t bring anything but darkness. Only I AM able to set everything right, restore back those things the enemy tried to ruin.

By listening to My voice today, to those things I am speaking, your whole life can change. In the single moment of acknowledging My existence, I am able to come in, once granted permission, and move out the dark cloud that has been hovering about, shifting your soul over to where My light shines the brightest – positioned over those who have chosen Me as Father, and answered “yes” when I called out their name.

As if regaining their sight, these are able to see a future filled with breathtaking promise. So ask Me in today. Allow Me to bring the needed healing. Do not retreat back behind the walls you have erected, for healing is part of knowing true freedom.

Listen to My voice alone. Ask Me into your life, maybe for the first time, or as someone who needs to get reacquainted with Me again. Do not listen to the other voice which is speaking, for I am the only way out of the misery you are experiencing.

“Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.” Psalms 30:2

(Received: 7/24/2018)

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