Friday, April 23, 2010

Deep Whisperings





Peaceful.
Peaceful.
Peaceful.

So Peaceful.

As the eventide that flows.
As the newly washed stones on the riverbank.
As the winter snow on a moonlit night.
As the rain falls softly outside the window.
As the sky waits unhurriedly for the clouds to appear.
As the stranger's heart delights in fellowship.
As the moss grows on a hillside.
As the ivy takes its time to climb over the garden gate.
As the Father's presence when He walks and talks with
His beloved child.


Fret not, My darling daughter, for every time you reach out
to My direction, I take your hand into My hand and lead you
away to a pleasant place to rest.


When once you become fused with power from My heart to your heart,
then I lead you away to a pleasant place to think.

Where once your thoughts were hazy and nothing could clear away
the fog, now you are able to comprehend.

Then I shall lead you away to a pleasant place to arise.


What you once thought impossible,
Now becomes possible.
Now becomes clearer.
Now becomes reachable.
Now becomes attainable.
Now becomes bearable.
Now becomes ---
you.

Then I take your hand into My hand and, together,
Together
we stroll.

Copyright (c) 2007. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Dreaming Myself Awake












Some dream of houses and land.
Some dream of cars and boats.
Some dream of health and wealth.
Some dream of beauty and votes.

I dream of a land filled with love.
I dream of a time of peace.
I dream of friendships that last.
I dream of a world where hopes outlast
dreams that remain unfulfilled.

I dream of little children and their tomorrows.
I dream of old friends who lived only today.
I dream of pets who sleep by the fire.
I dream of years when life was new.
I dream of yesterdays now gone far away.

I dream.
And then I wake up.

Thanks be to God, when I awaken from dreaming,
I still have faith in God to keep me in the midst
of life's realities that dreaming does not last,
but Godly purpose does.


Copyright (c) 2007. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

My Heart Weeps After God's Heart Oh So Much















It does not matter to God that you might
think what you mean.
What He really asks is this.
Is your heart truly clean?

Hear Him call ---

I am He who can look beyond to see
if your heart is all that I created it to be.
That which I covered your tiny frame
and blew My breath in you,
in Jesus' name.

That would I find a precious life
worthy enough to reclaim?


That when I got down beyond
the dirty dirt,
would I be able to find true value
in the beauty of your birth?


It is I who placed inside your head
that brain.

'Twas I and not another name.

'Twas I who calibrated that heart to beat.
And, just before you left
My mercy seat,
I tucked inside it My widest smile
and watched you go, My child.

I knew you would find no peace,
except My stormy gates would cease.
But rail outside your door they must
If you are to learn how
to obediently trust.

That was when I heard My child's voice say,
Master, please let me stay.

Then, just to -- oh -- brighten your darkest day
and give you comfort all along the way,
I strung that silver cord tight enough
to hold you oh so close.

But slowly I released the reins
to set you free
to give
all glory to Me
and not boast.


Copyright (c) 2007. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Evening And Day Had A Talk












Evening and Day got together and had a meeting.

Well, said evening, today what would you suppose would
happen if we decided to change roles?

So, if I shone in the day and you were to turn
off the light of day ---

Stop! said Day to Evening.
Don't you know who I am?
I Am made full of light, and in me is no dark spot.
So how then could we trade places with one another?
Besides, even if I could I would not,
for in you is no light, except that which man
has made -- that is -- artificial.

But in me is the true light.

Watch this.
Turn up the day and all in its path shall be bathed in light.
But turn up the evening and all in its path shall stumble.

If I changed places with you, said Day, then I would not be
able to get back the evening to you in the way you gave it
to me, because darkness is dispelled by light.

Tell you what, said Day, when you begin to ask God for --
Oh -- ask God for light, He will listen to see
if you really mean it.

And He would know, too.

And, if you are sincere,
then God will take away the dark of night and bathe you
in His light.

But do you suppose man would understand?

If God turned night into day to bathe all the earth in light,
then mankind would surely look and see their filthy stains.
Ah, how much would they be sorry?

Would they ask God to turn out the light, or
Would they ask Him to turn off the night forever?

May this find you with your face turned towards the face
of Him who is the Maker of all things,
with a look of adoration for being in His presence.

Would you consider that enough to have, or
Would you still feel you had to give up that time to go about
having evening do what evening does?

Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Wednesday, August 3, 2005, 2:23 a.m. EST

O How Beautiful The Glass!












O how beautiful is the glass that hides the other side of glory.
The glowing fire beyond the torn curtain shines bright and
fuels the night.

The shades are drawn and yet light pours forth so that we
might catch a glimpse of bright hopes and better days.

It is no secret.

The mist from dewy sprays from the inner rims surround
the outer edges of that glow and hides the other side
of glory.

The etched designs of beauteous scenes flood my soul
to give rise to the expectations from within my spirit
that arises to help me to look and see beyond the veil
and the deep that calls to deep.

How beautiful!
How precious!
How marvelous!
How anointed!
How righteous!
How peaceful!
How blessed!
How quiet!
How bright!

How wonderous is the sight!

Timelessness descended in the midst of heaven and earth.
It overshadowed me totally.
The moment was oh so pure and holy.

Time spoke.

Come, My child, and let Me lift you above the sill
that stands beneath the looking glass of glory
and above the earth.

You see?!
It is not always dim, as you would suppose.
You need to have the faith that eyesight alone
cannot see.

The view was so clear from where I stood.
I could not look away.
I could not turn my back.
The glass drew me in.

And I went.

"For we see through a glass darkly, but then . . . ."
Even so, Come Lord Jesus. Amen.


Copyright (c) 2006. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Tuesday, September 5, 2006, 2:52 a.m. EST

God Threads The Needle












I thread the needle, says the Lord.


You are the needle and My Word is that thread
that is interwoven among the throng
where you preach.


Everywhere it settles,
there is a place for the torn fabric of life
to be repaired.


Soften up the thread
with the heart of God.


Let Me show you how.


Take the thread into your hands
and turn to the page where

it is written --

"Let us go into the house of God,"

and see what Word He has dispensed.


Then take that and let it be the
sample message.


And I will tell you more later,
says the Lord God of all. Amen.


Copyright (c) 2009 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received November 26, 2009, 8:16 a.m. EST

Thursday, April 01, 2010

The Blessedness of the Kingdom
And The Blessed of God



When in the course of rich and whining children,
make no provision, for their treasure shall
become yours.

Say not to them, "Please may I?"
For it is already done.
And none can ever skip merrily by and leave
you penniless.

All the matter is settled in heaven by
their greed and contentiousness.

Never doubt My Word, saith the Lord.
And do not despair in the face of plenty
when your plate is empty.

Cause not the moment to embitter your
soul while the blaze of jealousy seeks
to enter therein.

Deny not the Lord thy God in the
moment of weakness.

Content not thyself with the foolishness
of this world and I shall fill up your
coffers to overflow and ignite the very
desires of your heart once again.

Hold steady.
Faint not.
Encourage thyself.
Laugh in the midst of despair,
for laughter shall see you and propel
you beyond that which ceased to be
funny before you even began to smile.

Alert!

The Lord thy God hath spoken in the
midst of nothingness and He has
brought into your life plenty.

Go your way today and see if it is
not so.

For it is in Jesus' name that I have
called it forth and it is sealed by
My hand, saith the Lord, against
any force which seeks to keep
it from your door.

And so it is.
And it is so.

Amen.

Copyright (c) 2008 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
Received Friday, February 1, 2008, 12:54 p.m.

Praying as I go, because prayer is my fulltime preoccupation.

IN GOD'S DUE SEASON ---

I am named by God to be ~


-Five-Fold Minister
-Wearer of the Mantle of The Office of Prophetess
-Prophetess
-Wearer of the Iron Robe
-Shepherdess
-Silent Thunder
-Throneseeker
-FlockWatcher
-God's Warrior Woman
-God's Emissary of War

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