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USA: Brace for Change...

(Received: 8.5.2019)


Many people will experience shock and trauma at what is to come. Many remain entrenched in all sorts of distractions: family, work, and entertainment. The impact of the coming change will overwhelm them. A day of reckoning is at hand. Faithful many have been to sound the trumpet and warn: in person, online, and over the phone.


Yet, so many refuse to believe it is time to seek Me like never before. Tears have been My constant companion for you, USA the beautiful. Will I not continue to stretch forth My hand over you, knowing your corruption and refusal to bend your knees and call on Me? How can I, when you laugh at what is good and esteem evil in the face of a Holy God?


Will I stretch forth My hand over you USA when you steal resources from others, and mislead your people with a stream of un-ending lies? How can I protect you in the midst of calamities while you hide in altars of demons for illegitimate authority filled with evil and call it good? Will I stretch forth My hand oh USA, mother of nations who once shined with hope and good fortune?


I see your secret missions laden with satanic directions only to kill, steal, and destroy for your rotten gain. Interrupter of peace, defiled un-protector of My little ones, and abuser of any who questions your motives. Still, you shun My grace and shut the door in My face even though it was I who gave you your great name.


Will I stretch forth My hand over you, USA? Tell Me, how? Tell Me how, especially now in the midst of the chaos you are in. No one can agree how to solve your many dilemmas within and without, and still you hide in pride and hate all that is good. You've become the nation of hypocrisy, you smile with amiability, while hate for others is in your heart.


My name is only tradition and My holiness has been trampled upon by your many iniquities that you refuse to let die in My blood for you. How can I stretch forth My hand, unrepentant and divided America? A day's shame in exchange for national brokenness, and still, you plow forward without truly calling on My name, giving thanks to your emergency workers, but never mention My name. Your shame will grow as you continue to refuse My corrections. How I long for you to confess your wicked ways and repent from all your deceitful ways.


Tell Me: How can I stretch forth My hand?


Scripture Reference



Proverbs 1:24-33 (AMPC)

24 Because I have called and you have refused [to answer], have stretched out my hand and no man has heeded it,

25 And you treated as nothing all my counsel and would accept none of my reproof,

26 I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when the thing comes that shall cause you terror and panic—

27 When your panic comes as a storm and desolation and your calamity comes on as a whirlwind, when distress and anguish come upon you.

28 Then will they call upon me [Wisdom] but I will not answer; they will seek me early and diligently but they will not find me.

29 Because they hated knowledge and did not choose the reverent and worshipful fear of the Lord,

30 Would accept none of my counsel, and despised all my reproof,

31 Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way and be satiated with their own devices.

32 For the backsliding of the simple shall slay them, and the careless ease of [self-confident] fools shall destroy them.

33 But whoso hearkens to me [Wisdom] shall dwell securely and in confident trust and shall be quiet, without fear or dread of evil.

(Note: Upcoming September video message to subscribers includes: simple, fools, & increased discernment)

Poem



Who sees past the facades? He does.

Who knows my next thought? He does.

Who feels My longings for more of Him? He does.


When words are insufficient, it is the song You sing through me which re-ignites my hearts desire for more of Your love in me. Each song releases your peace and inspires me to wait, again, for your presence, then, You speak to me.


You know how I weep to see your face and touch the hands that were nailed to the cross for me. Words are often insufficient to express my gratitude, so sing I must to touch the heart of the Holy One, and bring Him pure delight through songs He gives by His Holy Spirit of fire.


Lord, it is my desire to hear, explicitly, your healing words for your church and simply be a vessel of holiness with every word I sing. Bless the Lord oh my soul and forget not His love of pure redemption. Walk pleasing to Him, in every area of this life, for surely night is at hand and we must stand with our hearts love and eternal life, the source of all life: Jesus, the King who says:


Who will seek Me as their vital need?

Will you, Bride of Mine?

Who will intercede for those in need?

Will you My Bride, love of mine?

Will you?