The past three days are peculiar. I am hearing the Lord speak to my heart and mind in a very detailed way; more detailed than most times.
I have to write His thoughts down by faith.
I am to write a book; go back to my love for story-writing. The short novel I wrote will not be hidden in plastic forever.
I am to study fiction writing, even as I practice poetry writing. The two will meld together in the future somehow. (LORD Jesus, teach me please! Thank You for helping me find the book again after so many years! Help me to fix my schedule and be disciplined enough to complete this work! ❤ )
I am to talk about Christ’s return in that book. He will use it for His purposes.
I am to keep looking up; His return draws near; the message (for His Bride to stay vigilant and awake) is therefore urgent.
The Holy Spirit will write it. I pray that I become sensitive enough to His daily leading so that I can capture in words what He wants to say to my generation. Keep me inspired, Lord God–until You come to establish Your kingdom on the earth.
Thank You, Lord God, for the gift of prophetic prayer. Bless all Your other Ezekiel watchmen stationed in Manila and in various parts of the world.
This will be a more peaceful Christmas for me. I receive that promise with thanksgiving in Jesus’ priceless name.
I am loved; I always will be.