It’s Been A Minute

The Lord shared a word with me for those who have been believing for a miracle.

If it resonates, let it do what only His words can.

Since the Lord often uses the obvious to speak to me, I wasn’t surprised when He directed me to the Christmas story.

The birth of a Savior; a baby.

“There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God’s angel stood among them and God’s glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.”” Luke‬ ‭2:8-12‬

Some think what I’m doing is small. Tiny as a baby.

Insignificant.

You may have even asked if I’m doing enough or anything at all?

In a sense, you have been asking for a Savior and all you see is a baby.

I’m in the conception.

I’m in the delivery.

I’m in the growth.

It’s been a minute.

It’s been a battle, contenting for what you hope is the impending miracle.

I declare today, the assignments against you have been canceled.

Hope on!

“Who was it?”

“Who told you to believe?”

You’ve been accused,

“Who said you could believe?” “Who said you could ask?”

It was Me.

I know some even think the problem initiated the ask.

But My word preceded the problem and the ask.

The solution came long before.

Yes, longing for your dream seems to have ignited the passion for it, from deep within.

But it was Me!

I’m the ignition.

I activate the flame in your soul.

I’m the fuel; the provision.

But it’s been a minute.

The wait can feel like crumbs in your bed.

Why continue?

Because your miracle is home.

It’s where you belong; in full assurance.

Bring those crumbs to Me, in prayer; I declare Peace over you.

The ebb and flow of circumstances do not change My plans or promises.

You have anchored your hope in Me.

Fear and anxiety are being broken.

Like a cat swatting round ornaments off a Christmas tree.

Then shattering to the ground.

The avenues that caused fear and anxiety are cut off.

Those ways don’t work on you any longer.

Lion arise.

Lioness arise.

Like Rocky Balboa, you’ve gone 12 rounds. You may be flat on your back.

Get up.

It’s already in you.

My power.

The same power that caused Jesus to get up.

I am restoring the highways and byways.

The pathways to freedom.

Miracles are found on the pathways of the righteous.

Your pathways.

You are the springs of the well-watered garden.

From you, flows Life.

The new pathways are flooding.

Watch for it.

As My irrigation reveals, tributaries which went unnoticed; now, will water your most precious seed.

The Lord took me to Luke where Paul and John prayed for the man, lame from birth, at the gate Beautiful.

The result was an explosion of hope and praise.

When I perform this miracle in you, the explosion of hope and praise will flow out of you.

You will in turn, call others to Me.

What you offer is already in you.

I’m not asking you to give what you don’t already contain.

Cherish the small.

Value the baby.

The miracle is already in your midst.