The Rivers of God And The Rivers of Man

A Prophetic Word

Lord? How do you tame a river?

That question is as old as the river that refuses to be harnessed ~
refuses to be kept under control by man.
We are at the mercy of God alone.
No dam can block the flow.
No mere cage is able to contain that flood.
The river that can be controlled by man is only a stream.
And that cannot be restrained for but for so long.

Without God's voice to halt the flood ~
that river will come up and overflow its banks.
What man thought was recreation and forgot that the
river has life to be cared for, also, has become plain.

Rivers that wash away mountains reveal the
rushing water of God's own mouth.

The power of God is uncontrolled by anyone.

Rivers that found a way to wake up all mankind.
Though all of the earth belongs to God ~
man has made himself a god who oh can make a river.


Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries.
Columbia, MD. All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Thursday, January 13, 2005, 7:20 p.m. EST

One More Safe Crossing

I thank You, Lord, for the safe crossing one more time.
There are so many twists and turns through this course
called life. But, somehow, we seem to always make it through.

Seasons come and seasons go.
Days turn into night and night turns back into day again.
The stars twinkle and they shine when the sun shines high up
in the heavens.

And, when the sun goes down to the other side of earth,
the moonlight appears to take up its place like clockwork.
In fact, the clock works as timely as the seasons of life.

These things change but yet our God never changes.
He is consistently as changeless as He is matchless.
And, just as candlelight, as small as it is, flickers and
pierces the dark night ~ so, too, does the appearance
of God shines forth and dispels every dark spot.

For, when our God appears, then the brightest day
or night ever before known is sure to come with Him.

At His command and by the clap of His hands,
earth quickly steps aside and lets the heavens abide
there in its place.

Then, with our hearts filled with gratitude,
we assume a worshipful attitude.
And, bowing low upon our face,
we sing forth praises before God's Throne
filled with grace.

God, we worship You, alone.
For above all Your creatures great and small ~
You have loved us the very best of all.

Thank You, one more time, Lord Jesus,
for one more safe crossing.


Silent Whisperings . . .
Wearer of The Iron Robe
Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Thursday, January 27, 2005

I Am Desert Walking

Rev. Lainie Dowell

Let us go out to the desert.
We can get some rest.
But, before we do that,
we have to prepare.

Because ~
- The air is hot and dry in the desert
- The desert is barren and friendless
- The shade is nowhere to be found
- The water is hidden from view,
if there is any around anywhere
- The night is colder than the daytime
is hot

There. . .
What you have is an overview.
Somewhat of a scaled down look at
what awaits your trek to the desert.

And, if you should take your family
and friends along for the sake of
companionship when you arise from
your rest ~ well, then, do not expect
to have much of a rest?

And, you can forget about the thanks
for allowing others to accompany you
to the desert. Grumbling, mumbling . .
Scripture calls it murmuring and complaining.

Ask the Israelites.

Bowlegged time is at hand.
Cross-eyed time is here.
Run-you-ragged-and-silly time.

Rest?

Forget it.

Did you not know there is no rest for the weary?
That is an old adage to be sure, but it is also
a truism nevertheless.

If cool, calm, and collected time is what
you are after,

If reflection time is your aim,

If need-to-be-alone time is your heart's desire,

Then~
Clothe yourself in God's righteousness.
Wrap up in His mighty presence.
Dress down in your appearance.
It is filthy rags, anyway, and all of your
garments are covered with sin
instead of stained by Jesus's blood.

And~
If you have not believed and received
Jesus as your personal Savior and as
the Lord of your life,

Then ~
You will forever remain parched in a
desert land crawling all around on
sinking sand.

It is just so good to get away and to know
you are not alone in the desert.



Silent Whisperings . . .
Wearer of the Iron Robe
Copyright (c) 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Rec'd Tuesday, August 10, 2004, 7:13 a.m. EST.
A Shepherd Woman's Heart

If I Don't Get Back From Egypt!

If I don't get back from Egypt
My soul's being held captive
Taken by a storm
Bobbing somewhere around at sea
Pleading Heavenly Father
Please come and rescue me.

I cannot swim this great ocean
Surely I would sink down and drown
Here in this deep body of water
And my body would never be found

Take away the roar from the waves
That noise is much too hard to bear
Release the sunshine to hover over me
If only for one more time
Let it linger there
Where my soul can look upon it
And the warmth from its rays
Can rule the day
For somewhere over River Jordan
The earth seeks this clay

And, oh my Father
If I don't make it back from Egypt
Would not my life have been in vain
To never ever have the chance
To make it back home again?

O to make it back home again
O to make it back home again

And, if I don't make it back from Egypt
Send the little bird to meet up with me
So I can speak to it and
Get a sacred word back from Thee
Send a hoard of angels
To gather around me in the sea
And whisper softly with their wings
Sweet child, we have come to set you free

If I don't make it back from Egypt
Send the Scribe a word
That she may write my story
To remain on earth when my voice
Can no longer be heard

And~~~~~~
If I don't get back from Egypt, children,
Do not weep for me
My soul was not left in the ocean
I did not sink down and drown at sea
Look for me heavenward no longer on the ground --
And, once lost in captivity
God took pity on poor me. I am found.

So listen out for the wondrous song
That only one who is redeemed sings
No, you won't be able to hear me
But you will know the refreshing joy
Only that melody brings. Look and see.

God bless.
Copyright (c) 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell. The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Wednesday, December 1, 2004, 11:32 a.m. EST

When will we ever realize we are one another's keeper to cover with the Lord's blood all who, like us, are broken and sinking in the whelming flood? We miss it when, each time it comes to call at our door, we fail to get up and answer that one who needs it more. God lives!

Yet how many act as if He does not?
Searching time. Teaching time. Mending time. Bending and breaking time. No more wasted moments. Fill up the empty spaces with you being where God can use you and be used of God when He calls. Who can understand?

Released into the Universe!-revldowell

Happy Thanksgiving 2004!

Always Give Thanks!

I give thanks for knowing you

I give thanks to God for all the good you do

I give thanks each and every day

I thank God for Jesus because He is the only Way

If you do not know Jesus, get to know Jesus now.

You might say I do not know what I am talking about.

Think of it this way. Just suppose I am right and
you are wrong? That tug is drawing you nearer. Go.

Happy Thanksgiving Day 2004!