It has started...
Spreading even now.
Day 7... the day of the march...
The day of seeds.
Today's gift of light has been a mystery... filled with shifting shadows...
Battle truths are spoken to this fickle heart...
God does not change.
The smalls and I spent the day preparing the House of Hope for sacred steps...
The Spirit was present as we invited.
He is like wind blowing the banners of the courageous.
He lives here.
In this place and in us.
We waved white with word colors alive...
We shared hearts...questions... expectations... and joy-filled wonder.
We waved in surrender to His perfect plans.
What will this march look like? What does He have? What does He desire? What does a march battle look like?
Hearts full of questions and longing...
Knowing these eyes have the same for me...
Smiling as we offer our very name for revival's fee.
The young prince will fight many battles without me... but today... we get to march together... Details unknown to us... but fully known by the One that gives the marching orders.
It has been a sacred day. The more I have of these the more I seem to have. I think it has less to do with the day itself and more to do with the vision of my heart. My lenses have been supernaturally fixed.
4pm came quickly... I entered into our time not out of striving but out of rest... deep, heavy, rest.
Our army of warriors increased...
Not limited to Ridgegate but all across the country.
We learned... we sang... we prayed... and we feasted on mulit-generational declarations.
Victories always come to those with child like faith... eyes fixed on the Victor.
Our Joshua... instructed and invited the Alive with her mighty shout on the shofar.
A leader of great beauty and boldness... hands full of wood and majesty... she offers all from her depths.
As with all good leaders... they speak and the hungry follow.
We march... we sing... we roar... we wave... we twirl... we reach deep...
and we scatter seed over the barren...
The Young Prince full of passion to replenish...
He knows not the power in his hands...
Unable to supply... he obeys the call to spread...
Drawn to "whole" healing... station not left unmanned... he is busy mending...
A precious reminder that battles call for armies and not just a single warrior. We need each other in the march.
Each soldier bringing their strengths and tears... each offering their own voice... singing and waving "ONWARD!"
The growing leads to more growth...
hands extended...
Purified through repentance.
OH... the beauty of true worship... so alive it takes your breath away.
REVIVAL
REPENT
RESTORE
RELEASE...
Only some of the anthems of the marching ones.
Seed... invaluable to the King and to the growing ones. Buds have sprouted, and growth in distant lands bear fruit. Some of the sewing takes time to be reaped... others show immediate vibrancy waving in the wind.
Such a tenderly strong battle.
Such blazing beauty in the arms of the Lover.
A day worthy of the fast...
And the feast. Victory staked in the fruit of obedience.
Battles won give new wings of freedom... darkness eclipsed by glory.
And this princess... pooped from all the plundering remembers to drink deep...
The bubbling from the 7 days of marching only entice and remind that more battles and victories are coming...
Alive with learning I continue to work on my battle cry... filling my camp the groans of His heart.
With the Hope of Glory behind me... in front of me... INSIDE... always lovingly reminding me to "MARCH ONWARD."
Thank you, God for the body... for your Spirit... for your presence... your promises. Your heart for the needy like me. Continue to make us stronger in you...we long to be faithful helpmates... ELITE REBELS of revival... sewing your seeds into the broken. REVIVAL IS HERE!
We just love you... we really do!
Testimonies underway...
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