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Still Small Voice

Downpour for Expansion

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ownpour is coming. I will rain down my wisdom and knowledge to all who are seeking me and not their own ways. Strategic blueprints have been prepared for all those who are committed to my heart and to my ways. Come to me in humility and I will open up the windows of heaven. You will have access to strategies for success —my way. Earthly success ends with you. My success is eternal. Divine assignments come from me. Seek the wisdom that guides your steps and leads you down the road of my plans for you. Line up with the goodness I have in store for you. Seek me with an undivided heart and I will restore your soul. The old must pass to make room for the new thing I am doing in you and through you. Make room for me and I will expand your vision and your territory.

Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, That there may be food in My house, And try Me now in this,” Says the Lord of hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven And pour out for you such blessing That there will not be room enough to receive it. —Malachi‬ ‭3‬:‭10‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

A person may have many ideas concerning God’s plan for his life, but only the designs of God’s purpose will succeed in the end. —Proverbs‬ ‭19‬:‭21‬ ‭TPT‬‬

Then the Lord answered me and said: “Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. —Habakkuk‬ ‭2‬:‭2‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

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e acerca el aguacero. Haré llover mi sabiduría y conocimiento a todos los que me buscan a mí y no a sus propios caminos. Se han preparado planos estratégicos para todos aquellos que están comprometidos con mi corazón y mis caminos. Vengan a mí con humildad y les abriré las ventanas de los cielos. Tendrás acceso a estrategias para el éxito, a mi manera. El éxito terrenal termina contigo. Mi éxito es eterno. Las asignaciones divinas provienen de mí. Busca la sabiduría que guíe tus pasos y te conduzca por el camino de mis planes para ti. Alineate con las bondades que tengo guardadas para ti. Búscame con todo el corazón y restauraré tu alma. Lo viejo debe pasar para dejar espacio a lo nuevo que estoy haciendo en ti y a través de ti. Hazme espacio y ampliaré tu visión y tu territorio.

Traigan su diezmo al tesoro del templo, y así habrá alimentos en mi casa. Pónganme a prueba en eso, a ver si no les abro las ventanas del cielo para vaciar sobre ustedes la más rica bendición. —Malaquías‬ ‭3‬:‭10‬ ‭DHH

El hombre hace muchos planes, pero solo se realiza el propósito divino. —Proverbios‬ ‭19‬:‭21‬ ‭DHH

El Señor me contestó: «Escribe en tablas de barro lo que te voy a mostrar, de modo que pueda leerse de corrido. Aún no ha llegado el momento de que esta visión se cumpla; pero no dejará de cumplirse. Tú espera, aunque parezca tardar, pues llegará en el momento preciso. —Habacuc‬ ‭2‬:‭2‬-‭3‬ ‭DHH

Meditation

Leaves of Stone

I decided to get a little exercise in by raking a trillion leaves that we clearly didn’t make time for. They were still rather damp from the rains from a few days back, so the raking was more difficult with the added weight.

As I began raking the hoarded autumn leaves from our back stairs, I noticed how they covered the water drain, not allowing the rain to fall through. The rain just seeped into the leaves themselves, and slowly made its way down.

I began to rake the yard. It was too much to gather all the leaves in one area so I made three mounds and added leaves nearby to each mound.

And then it hit me. Hard. I began to think about all the layers I’ve allowed to cover my heart. Layers of burdens – shame, regret, pain, fear, anxiety. They laid on the soil of my heart and it was heavy.

As I raked the leaves and added them to the mounds, it was as if I was placing my layers at the altar before the Lord. I couldn’t see all the layers and layers, year after year, anxiety upon fear, fear upon regret, regret upon pain, and pain upon shame. As I kept raking, I kept uncovering the truth.

One mound for the Father.

One mound for the Son.

One mound for the Holy Spirit.

As I raked the leaves, I also found broken branches.

I made a heap for the sticks and mounds for the leaves. Leaves that became heavy, burdensome stones. Stones that covered my heart – making it cold and inaccessible. So now I had sticks and I had stones and a bunch of hurts I needed to name.

Oh Lord! Dig through the layers of these leaves of stones on my weary heart and heal me. Show me the hope you have for me. I know that there’s life underneath all these layers of dying – with your love, through your blood, by your power.

Death was gripping my heart, not allowing me to live – to breathe.

There it was for me to see. The layers I’d accumulated over my life that covered my heart. Clear as day.

But deep inside, under the layers, is a heart of flesh.

God will make it right.

And as I write, the wind outside is strong enough to lift the dry, lifeless, falling leaves, enabling a few of them to knock at my window looking for a home.

But I won’t let them in.

It’s time for the northerly winds to scatter them away.

But the leaves will continue to fall and I vow to catch them before they get too comfortable with me.

And so I wait, grasping at hope. Expecting to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

And I lift my hand and give them to God one by one.