Out of The Mouths of Babes:

I arrived at Wednesday night prayer tonight and noticed that the usual people were there to pray. I felt a particularly strong presence of the Ruach Ha Kodesh there tonight. Sister Glori was there as was little Amy. Amy is a baby that sister Glori is tending to in the capacity of a foster mother.

Prayer was moving in a wonderful flow and it seemed that everyone was praying in their prayer language. About half way through our prayer time I noticed that Amy was becoming quite vocal. No, it wasn't crying, and it wasn't a disruptive sort of chatter, but she seemed to be praying along with us, in what seemed to be unintelligible; baby talk. We all recognized that Amy was praying along with us and it caused us to smile with the satisfaction that Yahweh was getting praise, even from our youngest attendee.

I took pause and thanked Yahweh that in our very presence scripture was being fulfilled:

And said unto him, Hearest thou what these say? And Jesus saith unto them, Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise? Matthew 21:16

During this time of reflection, Yahweh decided to throw in another little prophetic tidbit. All of a sudden it was as if I was sitting at some sort of meeting, most likely in the front row. On the stage there was a pulpit made of what looked like oak; a lighter wood in any case. Behind the pulpit stood a woman who appeared to be in her mid to late teen years, perhaps around twenty years old. She had blonde straight hair that went down to just below her shoulders. She was a striking young woman with pleasant features. She wore a tan colored business type of jacket with a white shirt underneath. She also wore a skirt that went down to the center of her shins.

The young lady was preaching, which was quite evident to me and she was being quite compassionate about what she was speaking about. I could sense that there were people out in the audience who were mocking her and trying to trip her up in her talking, but she went on with a fervency that far overtook those who tried to shout her down. While I was in the crowd I really didn't want to concern myself with those who were bothering her while she spoke, simply because her message was all consuming. I remember thinking that this woman was such a blessing and I felt proud of her, like I might have had something to do in her life; sort of like when a close relative, like a daughter or a niece excels in something that they learned from you. It was then that Yahweh revealed to me that this woman was Amy. Yahweh had healed her of her infirmities, and this woman, who professionals like doctors and psychologists had once held little hope for, was a mighty minister of Yeshua's Gospel. I came back to the meeting feeling very happy and confident that the little girl who had spoken a few minutes earlier in unintelligible tongues will someday speak with the fire and the sword of the Ruach Ha Kodesh.

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