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Tale of Two Wheels

Today you are a wagon, filled beyond your capacity with your payload covered with an old dingy canvas tarp. Your wooden sides are weathered and creaky, held up by a few spindly timbers that look themselves to be nearing a breaking point. Your cargo is held aloft on old wooden pioneer wagon wheels and the wooden spokes are also weathered and worm-holed.

I see you leaning to one side on the edge of a road on a cloud covered, misty dreary day. The road is wide and has solid gravel paving most of the path but one of your wheels has managed to find a very deep rut at the very edge of the roadway and it is lodged deep in that rut, covered deeper by the mud from the wet weather. wagonWheelThe other wheel is strong looking, with smooth well varnished spokes and steel capped wooden edging that has had great care taken in its painting and upkeep. It is well situated on the road but is tied by the axle to the wheel which is stuck in the mud so the whole wagon cannot move.

As people walk by they see you stuck on the side but one by one, they notice you and move to the other side of the road casually and pass by trying desperately to appear like they don’t even see you. Some busy themselves specifically while they pass you, by opening books, or rummaging through their handbags, or by engaging in conversations with those they are with. But in each case these activities only begin at the sight of your duress, and end after they pass you by.

Then I see an old beggar man, dressed in grungy looking clothes with a long beard and a weathered face. He walks with a tall straight walking stick and doesn’t look to the left or to the right as he walks along the road. Long before he sees you his path is adjusted and as he approaches you it becomes apparent that his path is directly on course for you. When he gets to you he doesn’t stop to assess anything but immediately gets to work with his bare hands digging down into the mud beside your lodged wheel. When he has dug deep enough, he takes his straight walking stick and lays it on the ground in front of your wheel, lodging it under the lead edge. Then he moves to the front of the wagon and lifts your hitch and begins pulling. With a slow constant gradual movement he easily pulls you out of the ditch and straightens you out onto the middle of the road way. Just as he does, a crowd of people have gathered and are standing around watching.

Then he looks at the crowd, then at you. In one fluid motion he grabs a corner of your dingy canvas tarp and throws it violently off the top of your cargo, sending it far off into the ditch. Uncovered now is a huge pile of gold coins and diamond gemstones. When the crowd sees them they look back at the old beggar to see what he will do next but he has also transformed. He too had cast off his own grungy robes and threw them into the ditch and in the place of a beggar is now a regal looking tall officer dressed in a regal looking white uniform with a captain’s hat now resting on his head.

The Crow and the Eagle

chair6I saw a picture of you this morning. You are standing in the middle of an endlessly wide wheat field drooping with the weight of needing to be harvested, and you’re reaching out with your arms, because your eyes are tightly closed. You are looking for something and getting discouraged because you can’t see with your eyes.

A crow flies by and lands on your head. As it sits there, it cocks his head from side to side checking to see your eyeballs… because he wants to pluck them out and eat them. You seem distracted only slightly that he is sitting on your head but you continue to reach out with your arms searching for something.

Even though the sun is shining, there is a loud crack of thunder and out of nowhere a huge eagle appears soaring overhead. It remains silent though and swoops down and grabs the crow in its talons, ripping him away from your head and carries him off past the horizon.

In moments the eagle returns and lands in front of you. Even though the eagle is standing on the ground, it is the same height as you are and with a wing he reaches out and gently swats your head.

Instantly you open your eyes.

As soon as you do the eagle speaks. “Look around you and call out for what you are searching for.”

You seem embarrassed and giggle a little with shyness.

Again the eagle reaches out and swats your head gently.

This time your body changes and you suddenly become very serious. Looking around you see the field, completely full of wheat and ready for harvest.

“I need a barn and silos” you say breaking the silence. They instantly appear to one side.

“I need a combine as well as a tractor with a large wagon” and instantly one appears on the other side, already harvesting the wheat.

“Can I have my heart fixed too?” Your question draws another gentle swat from the eagle who then speaks again.

“You are not a guest here… this is your assignment. You may call whatever you need and whatever will keep you from distraction. This is what you have been designed to do. Some things are good for you and some are not. Be careful what you call into being.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and flew away.

Then the whole scene dissolved and there was a lake of peace where the field used to be. On the shore is a cabin with an inviting porch; a plume of smoke rises from the chimney and you are on the shore running toward the lake.

You continue running out onto the dock and dive into the lake full speed without stopping.

Then the vision ends.

This is a new day

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Chair by the Lake with Prophetic Art

This is a new day.

Turn over a leaf a new one. Don’t worry about which leaf it is, leave that worry to God. You have been hurting for a couple of years now and though some may say it was your own fault, that isn’t how God looks at you. in your life seems to look higher than where you feel you are right now anyway. Sometimes you look back, (well a lot lately it seems actually,) but you’re looking back with a heart full of sadness, broken dreams, disappointment in yourself, and anger at someone you love. It seems you have had every opportunity to change things and yet they are still not healing. You still have to face every day with difficulty and go to bed every night with tears on your pillow.

Change is on its way. God wants you to hear that message. Change is happening right now… there is a shift that started in the Heavens, and has already echoed in the earth. But that change is now affecting situations all around your world… YOUR world. You are in the center of a stage that has an audience of God alone. You are dressed in dancing clothes and you look amazing. As you stand up and wipe sadness away from your face, the softness of the rooms lighting dims and you are highlighted in a cone of a floodlight. There is warmth in the room and expectation in the air.

God waves a conductor’s stick and there is suddenly a sense of unity in the silence… like the calm expectation of a whole orchestra waiting for the signal to begin. Then before any sound is heard, you move an arm. Then your head tilts to one side slightly and music starts to flow into the room out of your heart. It is a flood of single tone harmonic fluid that flows freely out into the air and then picks up a rhythm so that the beat is caught by your feet and your legs finally move. Behind you there are 3 figures that echo the simplest of movements highlighted by your dancing which is now moving more gracefully and smoothly like you are finally relaxing into a new space. The room lighting increases as you see a warm loving smile spread across God’s face.

The dancers behind you now start to move into their own unique expressions and suddenly the 4 of you are participating in conversation – you dance first with a smooth leap, and then the 3 others respond in a different but complimentary move continuing all in unique movements that blend in perfect choreography until at the crescendo of the music the 4 of you join hands and the entire hall is instantly ablaze with intense white light. Jesus suddenly appears dancing in the middle of the group but He is not held by the confines of gravity so He swirls and sings over and around all of you spinning in a way that brings an intense fullness to the sound which amazes everyone and you all fall backward and lay in contentment on the stage gazing up into the Father’s eyes.

Then the light fades again until it is simply a cone shining down onto your face and your lips part and form the simple words:

This was a good day.”