prophetic

The Spirit of the Lord says, “I am coming down into your world. I am coming to invade your spaces and in the places where you have repetitive cycles of mundane living and I am turning it upside down so you can see Me for who I really am. Quit living in self-sufficiency and mediocrity. […]

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Wake up, Church and throw off the familiarity you have with my spirit and my presence. For in the pursuit of friendship with me, you have forgotten the fullness of my nature, and in that, you have stopped fearing me.  Have you been wondering and

 My sons and daughters, as you come to my alter on your knees with heads and hearts bowed low. Look up in your spirits and see me unveil all that has covered you and stopped you from seeing me in the fullness of my glory. You have let the enemy dim your sight and veil

Like the rarefied air of a mountaintop that feels thin and makes it hard to breathe, the atmosphere of heaven is rarefied, so utterly different from the atmosphere that surrounds you on the earth in your day-to-day.  This is the air, the atmosphere that you are called to live in, to breathe.  I want to

 “Heaven is My throne, And earth is My footstool. Where is the house that you will build Me And where is the place of My rest? For all those things My hand has made, And all those things exist,” Says the Lord. “But on this one will I look: On him who is poor and

The Spirit of the Lord says, “I am a dwelling place for you. My throne room is a place of dwelling that can saturate your whole being- mind, body, soul and spirit. Allow Me to purge you from all the contamination and dirt of the world. Allow my light and affection to fill you to

I am calling My Bride to be free to worship and serve me without any kind of distraction or compromise. I set her in a place of prominence where her purity can radiate to all corners of the earth, drawing every nation, tribe, and tongue to My Kingdom.  Beloved, I am taking you through a

The Spirit is saying, ‘Sing that new song to me. Sing it from where you are. Come on your face to me. I know where you are and what is happening. I know—every part of you. I see your heart. You are burning with desire for me.  Come. Bow down. Low. And worship me. Why

There’s a sound being distilled as you sit in my presence, as you allow the hubbub of the earth to fade away, and you become more aware of the roar of heaven. I am distilling my sound in you, filtering out all the other noise.  Like ones who listen first to a tuning fork to

Open up your ears, brush off the slim which has surrounded them. Unplug your ears and hear the languages of heaven. Open your ears, not to the sound of the earth’s grumbling and complaint but hear the sound of heaven. Hear the languages of heaven, the language of honour, praise and thanksgiving and come into