Words of Knowledge - August 14, 2007

I Want To Work Your Ground:

I went outside from work today to pray about things. As I prayed Yahweh Yeshua told me to look down. I looked down and noticed that the patch of ground that I was standing on was full of decaying stumps from bushes and a lot of roots from the tree that I was standing under. The roots were all gnarled and they were growing entangled with each other. So I asked Yahweh to tell me what He wanted to share with me. The following is what He told me.

Many of my people are like this patch of ground. I desire to till this ground. There is a problem though. The ground is full of roots that are entangled with each other. It is also full of the stumps of bushes that were once here. The ground is not yet ready to have me work it. The entangled roots are the things of this world that my people have entangled themselves with. The cares of this world and the worries of the same keep me from tilling the ground. The stumps that remain are remnants of bushes (problems) that once were in their lives, and they cut them down, but the stumps and roots remain. That is because you cut down the bushes and didn't allow me to clear the land.

Ask me to till your ground and believe that I will do it. I will dig up the roots and remove them completely. I'll remove the rotting and unsightly stumps. I'll plant in your ground trees of righteousness that will bear good fruit that no one will be able to number.

My People Are Like The Dragonfly:

After the first word I prayed thanksgiving to Yahweh for telling me that word. As I was praying, I noticed that there was quite a gathering of dragonflies. They were flying like dragonflies do; in confused and irregular patterns. Then Yahweh told me the following:

My people are like a dragonfly. They fly to and fro – from here to there. They briefly touch this tree or that bush. They fly in circles and in aimless patterns. They needlessly tire their wings. They cannot make firm decisions.

Your flight need not be in fancy figure eights or in patterns spiraling down in an endless vortex. Fly straight to me in a direct line. I’ve given you the flight plan. Land on my tree, rest on my branches. Eat of my fruit and be satisfied. Rest your wing and feel secure and know that I the Lord am God.