Prepare your atmosphere
As I was out last night, I smelled rain. You know, the smell after the parched land receives rain?
This Lord dropped this word in my spirit. If it resonates, let it do what only His words can.
He says…
I flow to the place of least resistance and your wells run deep.
Least resistance.
That’s why king David grabbed smooth stones.
Because the stones were in the valley and they represent his character.
Smoothed by his walk. He allowed My refining
He’d walked through the dung, been rejected by his own family.
Friends.
He allowed Me to work these for good, not eroded, bitter, damaged.
To flow through the places and path of least resistance.
Which areas of your life are the least resistant to Me; to My power
Those are the ones that will get wet.
I hear the sound of rain. I am about to deluge. Not a sprinkle.
Do you smell it?
Even the environment responds to Me. Prepares the way for me.
How’s your environment?
Is it preparing for Me?
Is your language preparing for Me?
Is your schedule preparing for Me?
Immediately some of you went to clear your schedule to go every night.
I’ve not called you to be busy.
I’ve called you to be saturated.
Sit long enough to get saturated.
The kind where your fingers get wrinkled.
Wrinkled under the anointing.
When I saturate.
It responds.
Whether wrinkled or growth, emollient, erosion or smooth.
You thought your life was a struggle because
You did something wrong.
Weren’t strong enough.
Weren’t wise enough.
Weren’t quick enough.
Weren’t worth enough.
But I, says the Lord.
I have used your life to smooth you. For NOW. Such a time as this, you’ve heard it put.
Now I am coming with such depth and strength of flow that the resistant will find Me irresistible.
And that is what it’s about right?
Eternal life. Heaven here.
Kingdom NOW.
Now pick up your smooth stones.
The enemy met his match years ago.
Get up, and go in My name.
Tell Him, what David told Goliath.
I don’t care why you herald the agenda, the strength you think you have.
I’ve come in the name of the Lord Who is your authority. Not your equal nor your match.
It’s not a game. It’s a war.
Says the Lord.
Not a war of words.
A war where THE Word is wielded.
The enemy will laugh. Mock you and threaten to take your livelihood, happiness, family and more. But it’s his last breath and he’s wasting it on mocking
Your wells run deep, your ditches long and your ground furrowed to receive.
It’s easy for Me to flow.
You’re easy to love.
These wells;
Wells where your children will sit by.
Ditches leading to the highways and the byways.
Ground harrowed for the great harvest.
Make no mistake.
You have rivers of living waters.
Life flowing out of you.
You are ready to pour. You are ready to flow.
The rain is here. The kind of rain that de-husks the corn while still on the stalk. The rain that gently waters the delicate flower petals. The rain that overturns massive boulders.
It’s here. Smell the rain. Prepare your atmosphere.
I pray a release of every pain, offense, bitterness and agreement we have made with the agenda of the enemy. I pray healing in every place that’s been wounded, rejected, misunderstood and everything not mentioned.
I release hope and courage to yield our lives. Every aspect. We prepare our atmosphere
Let Your rain fall!
FLOW in us.
We want more!
In Jesus’ name AMEN.
