Jewels From JudyFriday, November 14 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: The Hour Is Late Will you come in? Can you not hear My voice beckoning you into the Holy of holies? Do not you understand that I already know why it is you do not want to come into where I Am sits? Everything is exposed in here. You prefer to come to church and go through the niceties and do not realize that you are only in the courtyards; you have yet to come into My presence. You want to sing songs that sound good. You do not want to draw too much attention to yourself. You do not want to turn anyone off. You want it to last just only so long because you have places to go and people to meet, and yet you leave the one Who ransomed your heart from destruction standing there empty-handed. You fool yourself to think I do not see everything from where I sit. The difference is that when you come into My Throne Room of Grace, you see what it is in you that does not belong. The real reason you do not come because you know you must look at what is really going on inside of yourself. Do you not see that My desire for you is to be rid of the chains that bind you? Do you not know that I love you with a love that is deeper than anything you can imagine? I desire to bring you to the King's banqueting table! You do not see that you have slop on your plate. Can you see that taking sin into yourself is like eating rubbish? Why would you want to eat garbage when I have a feast prepared for you? You are holding on to hidden sin and it keeps you from My best - it keeps you from the Secret Place of the Most High. You refuse to come into the Holy Place with Me because you will not release these insidious desires of yours. You want to lie and cheat; greed runs amuck in those I call My own. Listen Child of Mine, you do not hide a thing from I Am. You only hide it from yourself. Everything is going to be exposed in the Day. Everything is to be revealed by the fire that burns in My eyes. That fire is My passion for you, but it will consume everything that is not of Me. What will be left standing? Come to Me and I will cleanse you. Do not wait! RUN to the Mercy Seat! Then you can stand with Me and not apart from the One who covers your sins. Then you will be able to worship in the power of My Spirit. Then you will be able to come to Me in truth. Then you will be free! Come! Come into the Holy Place! Come sit at My feet and learn from Me for I Am humble of heart. You will find rest for your souls. I stand at the crossroads looking down at My watch. I Am telling you plainly, the hour is late. Do not think that I come to take you up and out of your mess. I do not speak of what men teach. I speak of the hour in your life that has come and I Am telling you, the hour is late. Those who hear Me have been sending warnings to implore you to seek Me early, yet you think you have all the time in the world. You do not. I see the time. The hour is late. My love is great. Come and soak in My Presence and see what I Am can do with your life! Scripture References: Personal note: This word was originally posted on July 12, 2006 and was one of the first prophetic declarations I received from the Lord to send to the church online. In these past days and weeks and months I keep getting the same promptings I received when the Lord gave me this word. Since I did not have a website at that time, I am sending it out on this post because it seems a very timely word. Tuesday, November 11 2008
To Intercessors The Lord has shown me and a few others that the enemy seeks to take the breath and the voice from the intercessors. He is using bronchitis, laryngitis, asthma, allergies and whatever else he can to stop us during this critical time to intercede for our city, country, Israeland the world. Right now I bind your mind to the mind of Christ and your will to the will of the Father. I bind your body to the perfect work of the cross and I loose the enemy's hold from your throat, lungs, esophagus, and entire body in the powerful name of Jesus! I apply the healing balm of Gilead. Amen! Thank You, Father! We praise You and bless You for Your wisdom! Even if all you can do is groan, then groan as the Holy Spirit will make known that prayer in the heavenlies! Be blessed as you are a blessing, Judy Friday, October 24 2008
An Open Vision: The Light Will Prevail! The Prayer: While journaling I felt an unusual mantle upon me. I began to write, "Come Lord Jesus - the Spirit and the bride call to You. I call to You - COME! Come and reclaim us from destruction. Come and deliver us from the evil darkness covering the earth and the gross darkness over the people." The Vision: Suddenly I saw myself with a wash cloth in my hand - a divine wash cloth. It was pure white. I walk amongst a large group of filthy people; all of them are sitting down looking despondent. I lean down and wash a person's face and hands. The cloth became black with filth and even human excrement. I lifted it up to heaven and a divine wash bowl poured water over it and me cleansing us both. The cloth is again pure white and I am refreshed. The person I have washed is washed clean - completely clean and is now wearing white raiment. I look down and see that I am also in a white robe. The person I washed now has a divine wash cloth and we both go through the crowd of filthy people washing them clean. [This is not done by our power but is the Holy Spirit's doing. We know we were also just like all of these at one time, so this is a humble privilege for us.] We only wash those who are shown to us. They become clean and then get up and do likewise. Those who have been cleansed and wear white are such a stark difference to those who are dirty. They glow and light up the areas they go into. But some hate the light; they growl and wave away those that are light. They want nothing to do with the light. They scoff and get up from their place of slothfulness and begin to incite the people to riot against the light. Their claims are that they like living in the darkness and none shall take it or their filth from them. They claim it is their right to keep it. Those in the light have not done anything against these nor have they forced their will upon them, but they are attacked by the riotous crowd stirred up by the darkness. However, no matter how much they try, those of the darkness cannot prevail over the light ones - even hundreds against one because light always prevails over darkness. So the dark ones devise a new plan and whisper to each other in the darkness, "We cannot beat the light unless we make them filthy again." So enticements and intrigues were sent to lure the light ones back into the darkness. The Light shines and waits to see who will listen, believe, obey and abide in Him. He will not call His army together until they have been tested by the dark kings and queen. When He mounts up with the army of the angels and the saints, He will only mount up with those whose hearts have been tested and tried in the fire. Only those whose hearts have been forged in the fires of affliction shall ride with the King of kings. Jesus is His name and none can come to the One and Only True God, the Creator of heaven and earth, but through Him and by His Spirit. Jah is One! The darkness will not prevail, though for a time it will seem so. The believing shall stand to the end, but the faint of heart will be turned back to the filth and none shall be able to wash it away. The Light will prevail! The Light will shine and His glory will be seen around and about those who trust in and adhere to the name of the Lord. Jesus, Yeshua is His name. Scripture References: Monday, October 20 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: Be Still Be still and know that I Am God. Do not look to the right or the left as I Am the Author and Finisher of your faith. I Am not in the windstorm, the earthquake or the fire. I Am in the quiet and secret place. Your future is in My hands, so do not be dismayed at the terrors of the night. Give heed to your time spent sitting at My feet. Give heed to My commands. Believe and do not doubt. Do not focus your gaze on the enemy at the gate. I Am The Gate! I will open up strategies and the understanding of the strategies as you come and sit at My feet. Come and sit at My feet, Beloved, and believe that I Am and that I Am a Rewarder of those who earnestly seek Me. Scripture References: Saturday, September 27 2008
An Exhortation Trom The Father's Heart To yours: Go Forth With Confidence This is not a time for the church to be in tribulation or turmoil. Have I not sounded the warnings and have I not given words of preparation? This day should not shock you like a thief in the night. This day is one I have prepared for you to go forth with confidence! It is time for My church - those I call "Mine" - to rise up and shine. "ARISE" I say. "SHINE" I shout! I will give the glory. I will give the victory. It is My glory and My victory that I give to you as you go forth in My name. I Am the Victorious One and it is up to you to fall with the stock market or arise in My strength and shine. Jehovah Nissi (God our Banner of Victory) Scripture References: Personal Note: The night after I received this word, I was at Daystar Church in Atlanta and the pastor received a confirming prophetic song where there was a clarion call for the church to wake up and rise up. Then at one point he began to sing, "Arise, shine!" It was a powerful song delivered in the strength of the Lord. The Father has been making a point for some time that we are living of the dark days of Isaiah 60 and that we need to arise from our slumber and shine in the glory of God. Jesus sent the Holy Spirit to enable us to be confident in this calling to which we have been called. No longer say that you are not able because God is saying to you, "Arise and go forth with confidence!" AMEN! Blessings, Judy Wednesday, September 24 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: Will You Trust Me? It is time to overcome - it is time to contend for your promise. Are you going to believe what I have told you and what I have spoken to you personally and through My prophets? Or are you going to embrace Satan's lies spoken through a spirit of doubt and unbelief? Whether he has spoken directly to you or through a "well-meaning" person, his lies spread poison. If you allow yourself to believe his doubt and unbelief over My promise to you, are you the only one who is defiled? Certainly I say NOT! My question to you is will you believe My promise over all you see and hear? If you will trust Me, you will see Me move heaven and earth to cause what I have spoken to you come to pass. My promises are "Yes in Christ Jesus" so that you can reply, "Amen to His glory." Scripture References: This word was received at the very start of the "Where Eagles Gather" Conference in Kremmling, CO with Bill and Marsha Burns. Thursday, September 11 2008
Will We Remember? Or Have We Already Forgotten?: A testimony of the Father's love in New York City after the World Trade Center Attacks on September 11, 2001 As I walked amidst the ash and the debris near the World Trade Center (WTC) site in New York City, I clearly remember, and will never forget how the magnitude of this surreal scene stamped itself into my heart. It was September 21, 2001. When I emerged from the depths of the NYC subway, I was met by a horrible stench. The conflagration emitted a pungent smoke, combining electrical, metallic and organic elements in a terrible concoction of odors that permeated the atmosphere. Every store both small and large stood motionless - all the merchandise gloomily enshrouded with a thick layer of white ash. The frantic work to clear away the wreckage in hopes of finding any survivors was in full force, and a cacophony of wailing sirens, rumbling trucks, and deep growls from large machinery echoed off the city's walls. The immense destruction of the WTC dazed and sickened me. Heavy black smoke continued to rise from the skeleton of the once gigantic center of trade. The crowd moved like one giant body that collectively came to a halt and gaped at the horrendous panorama set before our eyes. Gasps could be heard over the clamor. Some observers tried to steady themselves so they could take pictures, but everyone stood shocked by the magnitude of it. Many wept. It was as if the ability to hear, think or feel had left us. All we could do was look on stunned, first at the destruction set before us, then at each other in disbelief. My eyes met with another onlooker we shook our heads and shared a tearful, mournful sigh. Everyone shared the anguish of the moment. A police officer startled us out of our stupor as he blew his whistle, waved at the crowd and hollered for us to keep moving. As I walked along with the crowd, who moved as if in slow-motion, I raised my voice over all the noise and commotion so the officer could hear me and asked him in all sincerity, "How are you doing?" He shouted back the short response, "I'm hanging in there." Looking him in the eye I firmly stated, "Thank you for all you are doing," then added, "The whole country is proud of you! God bless you!" The crowd joined me in thanking him and he seemed genuinely surprised and humbled by our support. He slightly lowered his head and modestly replied, "Thank you." I asked him how many children he had and gave him something to give to each child when he got home. It was a small card with a picture of a large warring angel holding fire in one hand and a spear in the other while standing guard over a sleeping child. It had a prayer on the back of it along with Psalm 91:11 For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." (Only as I write this do I see God's perfect hand at work in this Scripture reference.) He placed the cards in his cap and then his cap firmly on his head as he thanked me. A similar scene was repeated as I continued to walk around the worst hit area of NYC known as "Ground Zero". This police officer's response reflected each of the exhausted servants that I spoke with while in the City to volunteer at the Family Assistance Center (FAC). Although I had come primarily to help the families of the victims after the September 11th attacks, it seemed I had also been appointed to bring comfort to the officers who were victims in their own right. Earlier that morning I had waited at the Dunkin Donuts across from the Port Authority Bus Terminal for Kim Baldwin, a woman I had met the previous night during a midweek church service at Faith Exchange Fellowship. We had made plans to go downtown and take a look at the damage; but our main mission was to pray over the burning site. Pastors Dan and Ann Stratton's congregation were meeting in a hotel in Midtown, as they had previously been located in a high-rise right across from the WTC. Their whole building had been condemned and they were not allowed back in even to get their church records. All the businesses in close proximity to Ground Zero faced this frustrating dilemma. For these pastors it was particularly trying because the contact information to contact each person in their congregation was unavailable. Fortunately they were able to confirm that none in their flock were hurt or killed even though a Bible study was being conducted on Wall Street at the time. As I waited for Kim, coffee in hand, I sat next to an officer and struck up a conversation with him. He was the first of the many officers I met while in NYC, and it was his story that galvanized me to their plight. It encouraged him that someone was genuinely concerned about what it was he had been facing, and the personal effort he was putting forth to help stabilize the city. He shared that he had been working double shifts because they had lost so many officers. His unit alone lost 37 men and women. I asked him how his family was coping with the tragedy and he told me that he had only been home long enough to catch a short nap, shower and come back into work. This father of three had yet to see his own children since the dreadful attacks, and he did not know when he would. While he maintained a tough NYPD persona, I could see that on the inside he was shaken to the core and beyond exhaustion. This was too common a story. None of the officers I spoke with had the benefit of a day off since the attacks and each was suffering tremendous grief from losing so many of their comrades. Before leaving the coffee shop with, Kim, my new friend, prayer partner and guide, I thanked the officer for sharing his story with me. I gave him three warrior angel cards for his children, and blessed him not only for his service to NYC, but to the whole United States. After Kim and I had come out from underneath the subway system and suffered the initial shock of seeing Ground Zero, we walked around praying over the City. The methodical search at the site was strictly guarded, but there was one corridor open to the public that was still several city blocks from the center of this solemn work. We continued on our journey and Kim pointed out the building where her church had been located. We stepped aside to pray for its survival. Its foundation had been destabilized and authorities were determining whether it could be repaired or if the building would have to be demolished. When we concluded our prayer, we looked around and realized there was no one else in the vicinity, and suspected we had wandered into a restricted area by mistake. In such a big city, with so much commotion going on all around us, it was very strange to suddenly find ourselves alone on a quiet and abandoned street! We kept moving. What we witnessed in this area left its mark on my soul. There were many vehicles abandoned in the streets while others were held captive in parking garages by anomalous objects like office equipment and pieces of furniture that were strewn around them. One car had been jolted out of its spot and was partially hanging outside the third story of the five story garage. Everything was caked with thick ash, evoking images of the Israelites covering themselves in sackcloth and ash while in mourning. Like a dagger, sorrow hit our hearts as we realized that some owners of the vehicles we saw may not have survived. We did not touch anything. As disturbing as everything was, both of us were completely at peace. At specific locations, we would scout the damage, pray and then move on; but as we exited an area, we noticed that there was a check-point for anyone coming in to where we had just come out. We would go around to another zone, scout the damage, pray and after we left there would be a checkpoint to get in! This took place a number of times. It was not for the lack of security, but it seemed our access was given by a higher authority. It was as if the Lord Himself was taking us in for reconnaissance. Then I remembered a prophetic prayer spoken over me before I left home for NYC. The one praying stated, "The Lord is going to send you and another person into Ground Zero as Stealth Fighters to inspect and intercede over the ruins." While standing where my shoes were covered in the ash of destruction, I strongly sensed the Lord saying that He was giving us a promise similar to the one He gave Joshua. His promise being that where we placed our feet was ground being taken for the kingdom of God. This very Scripture was confirmed during a service later that week, when it was read by Pastor Dan at Faith Fellowship. He further urged his congregation to walk around the city's ruins and pray over it. Kim and I rejoiced! That night, when we returned to Time Square, people were lined up on either side of the street waving flags, clapping their hands, and crying as trucks carrying monstrous machinery were being driven in to help remove the mountain of rubble. The truck drivers and construction workers, the heroes of this impromptu parade, were bewildered by the outcry of affection, and many were moved to tears. The amount of love and gratitude that emanated from the people really was overwhelming. This City which had always been known as a hard-hearted town was now transformed into the most loving place on earth. You could tell New Yorkers that you were praying for them and they would thank you. They received blessings from God with eagerness and would readily return the blessing. There was conviction of purpose and desperation in their voice. American flags flew from almost every apartment and office window. Kim, who was a NYC native, pointed at them and commented, "On September 10th you would have never seen these flags in people's windows! This is a new - New York!" There was such an astounding sense of the community's united commitment towards one another - it was as though New York City truly had been reborn. It was late when I finally laid my head on my pillow in my little dorm room where I was hosted at Metro Baptist Church. I slept like a baby. Outside, at the same height as my window, was a busy highway leading directly into the Port Authority, and though the honking and commotion was constant throughout the night, it was like soft music to me as I slept. I was part of the city and was at peace with it. The next morning, I walked the mile or so from the church to the Family Assistance Center (FAC). FAC had six different security points where everyone's belongings were searched and identification was confirmed. I reached the final checkpoint which was located right outside the front door, and was nearly thrown for a loop! They checked for my name on the volunteer list - but it wasn't there! I was stunned. They could not grant me access even though I knew the name of the supervisor and the organization where I had been asked to work. My beseeching only resulted in attracting the attention of a stalwart marine who discreetly tapped his sidearm making it clear to me that anyone who was there without the proper credentials would have to leave immediately! I complied. While there may have been many ministry opportunities in NYC, I was certain I was not there to have a personal testimony of prison life. As I slowly turned to walk away, I prayed that I didn't believe the Lord had brought me to NYC to be turned away. I asked Him what He wanted me to do. Looking up, I saw a police officer walking on the sidewalk toward me. Candidly I voiced what I was thinking, "Can you believe I came all the way from Atlanta to help and got turned away?" He thoughtfully asked what I was doing there and why I was trying to get into the FAC, so I briefly explained my situation. When he heard the name of the lady who was to be my supervisor, he enthusiastically replied, "Oh, I know her! I will go in and see if I can get her to get you on the list. Wait here." The officer re-emerged a few minutes later with a woman in tow and waved for me to come back up to the final checkpoint. Within a few minutes I was welcomed into the FAC! I was so excited and thankful to see how quickly God had worked on my behalf! Once inside, the demeanor of the formidable marine surprisingly morphed into a very hospitable young man with an appreciation for lively humor. I was briefly shown around by the lady who let me in. The FAC was located in a huge convention center and every conceivable type of assistance had been set-up to help the victims; services ranging from insurance to FEMA, to spiritual counseling, to childcare. I had never seen anything like this highly organized facility. The sheer magnitude of it all was overwhelming. On all the walls and at the tables, were cards, letters and flowers which people from all around the world had sent for the families. There were whole murals that children had colored or painted, and they were all on display. Free telephones, computer services, television, couches and chairs had been provided for their use and comfort. Three hot meals were served daily, but there was always food available for them. Food and drinks were also supplied for the police, firefighters, emergency response teams, and for all the workers and volunteers there. A separate area for these servants of the people had been set up, where they could eat, rest, talk to each other, and make personal calls in private. The attack on the City had powerfully affected the entire country, and all the workers and volunteers were acutely sensitive to the fragile state of the victims and their families. Our jobs were to help them get whatever assistance they needed. I was assigned to help victims who had either lost their jobs or apartments get financial aid through the 9/11 donations. Even though there was a great deal of publicity about all of the money that had been contributed to help them, it had yet to be released for us to distribute. At this point it had already been 11 days since the attacks and the tension was very high. Normally, benefit money would only be given to injured victims or to the families of the confirmed deceased; however, the attacks did not produce a lot of injured victims or bodies of loved ones. Without bodies to identify, death certificates could not be issued and this certificate was what was required to get benefit monies. Because of the special circumstances, an emergency meeting was held to determine the criteria for aid and to have the necessary forms drawn up. It was decided that a death certificate could be issued if a family member had proof that their loved one was in the WTC. However, the greater hurdle for families to get over was for them to have to fill out a form stating that they believed their beloved was indeed dead. This created a psychological issue for already distraught family members, who felt that if they did this they were, in effect, giving up on their loved one. Therefore many of them would not fill out the form and we were at a stalemate. Since I had little else to do, it seemed prudent to get acquainted with the other services available. As I walked around I came face-to-face with Michael Beckett. I was astonished! Meeting someone I knew in this giant hall was unimaginable. We had only met two nights before at Faith Exchange Fellowship where he had been invited by Pastor Dan Stratton to the platform to encourage and provide godly insight for the congregation. In conversation I learned that Michael has worked in many disasters and was there as a Chaplain for Christian Disaster Response International. He was tremendously helpful in coaching me as to what to expect while working there as well as when I returned home. Michael ministers with his wife Helen, at the Fountain Worship Center in Topeka, KS. They have a heart to prepare the church to be a place ready to minister to hurting people in times of crisis. His heart for the Body of Christ is to know how important it is to get involved with the local officials in disaster preparedness. He urged us that if we would be willing to open the doors of our churches to be used as shelters, we could be given great opportunities to be the hands and feet of Jesus in times of tragedy. Michael revealed that there is a tremendous opportunity for each of us to help hurting people if we will but take the time to prepare ourselves. I believe this to be a great battle cry in light of the fact that none of us know when or where we will face calamity. We cannot forget what happened in America on September 11, 2001. The Lord Himself warned that there are catastrophic times to come. We must remember and ready ourselves! (Here is a link to their website if you would like to know more about how to prepare yourself and your church: http://www.fountainsflow.org ordisastertraining). When we received the news that the funds were released, the team made a game plan and went to work. A large number of people qualified for assistance and through the 9/11 funds, I was able to allocate desperately needed finances to them. They were all grateful for the help, as was evident by the change of their countenance. It seemed as though the finances came straight from heaven, and I was honored to be at hand to present checks to these heartbroken people. However, my world was about to be rocked in a very personal way. My supervisor asked if I would be willing to fill out a death certificate. I had little, if any, instruction how to do this, but everyone who had been previously trained to fill out this legal document was unavailable. In hindsight, it is an understatement to say that it would have been very good use of our downtime to train me for this task! I prayed, asking the Lord to help me, and told her I would do it. A tall, young woman came in with her mother and I invited them to sit at the table with me. I reassured them that we were going to get through the necessary paperwork to get her the help she needed. They were both thankful for my assistance as they had come to the FAC several times, but did not have the required paperwork to fill out a death certificate. She told me that her husband was a carpenter who had been dispatched to install furniture on the 82nd floor of the #2 WTC South Tower that fateful morning. For days she had waited by the phone hoping to hear from him. He never called. It was clear she had gotten very little sleep since the tower's collapse on September 11th. She held the work order from her husband's employer along with all the other documentation she needed. The young woman and her husband had a 15 month old daughter who was at the FAC in the daycare area with her grandpa. The young widow's parents had accompanied her there, but her dad had graciously offered to sit with the baby. The woman's mother sat at the table with us in a daze and offered help when she could, but was really in a state of shock. I know she would have done anything to take away her daughter's grief, but considering the odor of alcohol emanating from her pores, it was clear that she herself was having difficulty coping. After we finished the very difficult and distressing job of filling out the mountain of paperwork, I was able to hand her a check. What had seemed so wonderful earlier for those who had lost their jobs and homes - now seemed so insignificant in shadow of her loss. Her husband was dead. As I handed her that check, it seemed as though I was pouring an ounce of kindness in an ocean of grief. It was just not enough. It was merely a piece of paper with writing and a few numbers on it. I wanted to hand her the husband whom she longed to have and hold, but all I had was a piece of paper of little comparable worth. I felt so powerless. How could it compare to the warm embrace of her husband? And what of her daughter's future? Clearly this and any other monies that came to assist her could not compare to her daddy's hugs. These thoughts flooded my mind. Fortunately the financial assistance did serve to encourage her as she was clearly grateful. When she turned to leave, she looked back at me and asked if I would like to meet her baby daughter. Her mother perked up at my invitation to see her granddaughter, and before I had time to really consider this, I had already answered with a wholehearted, "Yes, I'd love to meet her." As we sojourned through the FAC to where the daycare was located, I knew I was about to see a little girl whose daddy was just declared deceased. The tragedy of it overwhelmed me. Not only did this woman, who I had been sitting with face-to-face for nearly two hours, have a long road of heartache to navigate, but I knew this little child had a rocky future ahead of her. It was not just about her father dying - though that was rough enough in its own right. It was that she would have to face the whirlwind of discussions that surrounded his death. The thoughts haunted me that she would be brought up under the shadow of her daddy being a casualty of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. As a myriad of scenarios came to my mind, one thing was for certain - she would have to live her life without her daddy. He too would not see her grow up, nor would he be there to walk her down the aisle on her wedding day. All their birthday parties would be missing one important guest. The same man whose death certificate I had just filled out. The closer we came to the little girl the more acutely aware I was that I really did not want to see her! I was unsure if I could trust my emotions at that point. I was feeling the anguish of this young widow's situation in a profound way. She interrupted my thoughts when she called out to a man with a small child on his knee. The little girl was playing with his fingers. He turned and looked very relieved to see his daughter and wife standing there. They introduced me and he happily lifted the baby girl for me to see. She was adorable. She was clueless as to what this moment of time meant for her life. I thought my heart was going to come out of my chest it hurt so badly for them. As they were leaving, I told them I would be praying for them. They thanked me and said their goodbyes. On the outside I may have looked all right, but inside I was deeply rattled. My continued prayer for them is that they would know that their heavenly Father loves them deeply and that He will never leave or abandon them. Their loss has not escaped His attention. None who have lost loved ones have escaped His attention. Many people have asked me where God was on September 11, 2001. God the Father was in the same place as He was the day His Son Jesus was nailed to a cross. God gave us each free-will and He has never taken that gift away. We each have the choice as to how we will use our free-will. Even now, He gives us each the choice. There are those in this world that will use their freedom to hurt innocent people as some did on 9/11, but others, like the servants of New York City, will use it to band together and help those in need - even if it costs them their life. After the young widow and her family left, I went back to my supervisor and asked her if I could take a break and she agreed I needed one. Dinner was being served when I got there, and I thought that was exactly what I needed - some hot food. I got a plate, but as I sat down to eat I could feel myself begin to shake. My body felt like an earthquake inside! Next to my table was a makeshift wall where they kept the kitchen supplies. I quickly went behind that curtain and I wept as quietly as I could. I did not want any of the police officers to overhear me. They may have looked tough on the outside, but I could see their anguish and guarded against adding to it. I recognized that the Lord was giving me many opportunities to minister to them and I was not going to allow my sorrow to infiltrate their down-time. This was the only place that they could go and have some quiet; this is where they had a moment to call their loved ones; this was where they could sit on a couch and just zone out. My bursting into a crying fit was counterproductive to that purpose. It was common to hear crying and even loud wailings of grief where the families were located, but the conversation was soft where the officers, firefighters, workers and volunteers ate. There were tears, but they were very controlled. Behind that curtain I prayed and prayed for God to touch me and give me His peace. He gave it. I went back and ate a little and even ministered some to a detective at the table. While in NYC I filled out many forms to help people who had lost their livelihood or home, but that was the only death certificate I filled out. Time has not erased the face of that young widow or her little girl from my memory, nor will their names leave me. I see that as the hand of God. Had I filled out many of them, maybe their stories would have begun to blur. This family's story is but one in thousands, and this young widow and her fatherless daughter can easily be overshadowed by the vastness of it all. Our heavenly Father sees us each as unique individuals and treats us as such, and I do believe it is His will that we understand the personal side of tragedy. In the weeks and months to come, long after I returned home, hundreds of these long and painstaking forms had to be filled out by many heartbroken family members. I tip my hat to the workers that continued day in and day out to help the families through that process, as it was a very weighty and arduous document to pen. Even if the stories began to blur, I know they each have loved ones that they will never forget. It had begun to get late that first night at the FAC, and I had no idea how I was going to get back to the church dorm where I was staying. Most workers had left. I had walked there, but that was not an option for my return. As I began to get concerned, I heard the Lord clearly say that I was to stay there and work as long as they were open. He promised that He would safely get me to my little church dorm. That brought peace. My purpose in NYC was clear and this reassurance from my heavenly Father helped me to regain my focus. There were still many people who had been waiting there for days seeking assistance. I intended to stay as long as the supervisor would allow me and help as many of the families as I could. When it was time to leave, I asked an officer what he recommended I do. He quickly talked to a man getting into a taxi and then he waved at me to ride with him. It ended up that I was sharing a taxi with an intern who worked in Mayor Rudy Giuliani's office. I told him how proud I was of the mayor and how he had really pulled not only the city together in its hour of need, but the entire country as well. He was very gracious. I especially remember the story he told me about how the Prime Minister of England, Tony Blair, and his wife Cherie, blessed them with their visit. The elegant demeanor of Mrs. Blair had made a huge impression on the mayor, his staff and particularly this young intern. They were all very grateful for the Prime Minister and Mrs. Blair's love, support and concern for America and for New York City. I shared a poem I had written while waiting for the 9/11 funds to be released and he took a copy to give to the mayor. Soon I was back at my dorm and sleeping peacefully again on my little cot. The remaining days of my trip were a blur and the next thing I knew I was back on the plane heading home. As I reminisced on what I had witnessed in NYC, the rubble of 9/11 reminded me of the ruins of my own life before I asked Jesus to rescue me. For years I had rejected His help. He had been there holding out His hand, but I had refused to take it. I too had a mountain of rubble that had to be cleared away one bucket at a time. Fortunately, He was willing to do the necessary work even when I really didn't see how my life could be redeemed. When I surrendered my life to Christ, I asked Him to take it - literally. I wanted Him to just take my life and let me be with Him. There was so much wrong with me I truly thought death was the best solution. I could not bear the thought of disappointing Him. I knew as long as I was alive there was a really good chance I would let Him down. I did not have a death-wish - that was not it at all - it was just that I saw the depth of my transgressions and I did not see how that would ever change. However, just as the firefighters vigilantly and carefully removed each bucket of debris, so did the Redeemer of my soul remove the ash and broken things in my life. When someone has been rescued from destruction, naturally there is a deep gratitude towards the one who saves them. This is how I feel about what Jesus has done in my life. He rescued me. He has championed my life and that is why I do not hesitate to say with gratitude that I belong to Jesus. I stand amazed at the miracles He has done and continues to do in my life. Even when I fall and stumble in my faith, He is there to lift me up and give me the strength to trust Him. He continues to help me up and saves me from destruction. Jesus is the only One that has the ability to take every broken piece from our lives and make us whole. The Lord warned that there would be wars and rumors of wars, but as His ambassadors we are to share His Gospel and minister reconciliation to God to all peoples. He would that none perish. So often the Body of Christ wastes its efforts giving personal opinions on worldly matters when it is called to pray and proclaim the Father's will on earth as it is in heaven. All such opinions will whither like grass. If we would spend our energies searching out His will and proclaiming that, we would be a much greater force to be reckoned with than any military power. The weapons of our warfare are not natural but they are mighty! We need to remember and not forget that. We need to remember that we have been reconciled with the blood of Jesus. Let us be of one mind, the mind of Christ, and stand for Him who sits eternally on the Throne. I pray you realize that what Jesus did on the Cross was to pay the ransom for your freedom with His very life. We are called to a resurrected life in Christ. Will we remember Him? The Lord never forgets us. In the Father's love, Rev. Judy Bauman Written August 2006 Scripture References: Tuesday, August 26 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: Victor or Victim Have you been called into My kingdom to be a victor or a victim? My glorious kingdom has no place for victims. This is not to say that if you have suffered a crime, disease or accident that you are not welcome in the Kingdom of God. What this means is that you will not be able to enter My presence with a spirit of self-pity that relives the past. I have made you more than a conqueror. You have been given the power and authority and the grace to get through every situation life can throw at you. You are not a victim. Come out of your place of depression and anxiety and come sit at My table of gladness. Come eat My bread. There is more than enough to go around. Come eat at the table of life. I have set before you a banquet of life and offer it all to you. Will you come? Will you eat at the victor's table of life or will you wallow as a victim in the gutter? Deuteronomy 30:19b I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life Do not be a victim of yesterday. Be a victor of today! Rise up and take your place at the table of My grace and let us eat together at the banquet of life. Scripture References: *Given during worship 8/22/08 at the Healing Rooms "All Things Are Possible" Conference with Cal and Michelle Pierce. Thursday, August 14 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: Wasted Years Many in My church have wasted years that they lived ashamed to recall. The years that were wasted on wanton living are gone, and while it is true that they can never be lived over again, I know how to take the broken pieces of your life and fit them back together making something much more beautiful than it was originally. When I take the broken pieces of your life and put them together, says the Lord, you will know it is Me because you have tried for years to fix yourself without success. Many ask Me, "Why would You even want my life, God? I have made such a mess of it." This is true. When I Am not made Lord (Master) of one's life, most make mistakes that cause irreparable damage. However, I Am a God who can create worlds with a word. I can take the mess, as it is submitted to Me, and make something not only beautiful, but of great value. I can cause a vessel that was once broken beyond repair and make it into a vessel of honor fit for the Master's use. I can take an "unviable mass" and create life beyond your ability to express its beauty. So do not go around the desert mountain again and again living in regret for the mistakes of your wasted years. Come to Me, Beloved for behold I make all things new! If you release the wasted years to Me, you will see how I will glean a harvest from them. Nothing is wasted in My kingdom. Lovingly Your, Scripture References: Thursday, August 14 2008
An Exhortation From The Father's Heart To Yours: I Am Calling You Higher Child, the sorrow of the pruning you are enduring is but for a short time; joy comes in the morning. Know that though it is painful, it is necessary. You are coming into a new season in Me. Think of a fruit tree that has one branch that is growing much faster than any of the others. The tree becomes out of balance. A branch that has had exponential growth in comparison to the rest of the tree must be pruned back so the rest of the branches can catch up. This is not pruning of dead branches, though I do that; this pruning is of a living and healthy branch which bore fruit you enjoyed. That is why the pain is so intense, but it is not unto death. That which has been cut away will be for My glory. There is a shock that happens to a tree when it is pruned and this is what you are experiencing. But remember, the tree gets over the shock and grows to bear much more fruit. Your branches are to bring healing to many nations. What I gave you during the prior season will never be taken from you. I have planted you by the Living Water and I want you to drink deeply during this time of recovery. It is My desire for your roots to grow deep and strong in Me. By My hand a lance has skillfully been cast to cut the cords that once bound you - the ropes are no longer there! You've been set free! Rejoice in that! Your roots are healthy and free to grow! Learn of Me as My ways will never lead you astray. I say again, take time to drink deep from the well of My presence. I will never turn you away and I will never set a limit on how deep you can go in Me. You are free to go as deep as you desire. The enemy sought to dishearten you and bring you to your knees. But that is right where I wanted you! His desire is to see you embrace the wounds of being cast aside - he's trying to regain entry, but I have strengthened your heart in this past season. Your heart is compelled to embrace My cross. That is because I have injected it with My DNA* and you are forever changed. Because you have submitted to Me, I have given you the wisdom to resist his deceptions. Know that you are no longer an orphan. You are mine. You belong to Me! Everyone could abandon, reject and cast you aside, but My favor and My love will always bring you back to My side where there is fullness and life. At My side is where you can rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory! You know that you belong to Me and are a child of the King. You are heir to all I have, so walk humbly but confidently in that truth. Release the pain of the pruning to Me and I will rise up with healing in My wings. I will cover you in My pinions. Come up to the cleft of the Rock and rest in My presence. Mount up with wings as eagles. Yes, use the wings I have given you to soar with Me. I am calling you higher! Scriptures: Psalm 27:10; 30:5; 91; Isaiah 40:31; John 14:8; Galatians 5:1; Romans 8:13-17; 1 Peter 1:8 *DNA is the unique blueprint - a genetic code specific for each individual life. A DNA test can prove paternity, or catch criminals by placing them at the scene of the crime. When DNA was discovered it also set many innocent people free. The Lord was saying in this word that He has injected us with His DNA - His unique genetic code! It is my belief that this is a word in due season for many right now. Its original release was September 10, 2006 and the fruitfulness that came forth shortly after far exceeded anything I could have imagined. The Father's Love International Ministries expects the pruning that we are undergoing by the Lord's hand will bring forth much fruit in the coming season. I also expect it to bring forth much in yours. In the Father's love, |
