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Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is…
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I have been feeling increasingly frustrated these past few weeks. I sense a rising anxiety in me and in God’s people, an anxiety that causes us to hold back and keeps pushing us down, preventing us from walking into our God-given destinies. That anxiety stems from fear and is exactly what the Devil operates out…
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I often myself telling people how much I love worship. Recently I came across a song called ‘Made to Worship’ by Bryan McCleery that took my breath away. The words were an echo of my heart that I could not have articulated but felt with every beat of my heart. It got me asking the…
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On 13th August, in my dream, I saw these words written across a page: “I am raising up an Army of Prophets who will bring good news, tell bad news and explain lessons learned. They will help people not to dwell in the past”. I saw God calling them out one by one. All kinds…
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Yesterday, I sat my exam in change management. I kind of enjoyed it. I enjoyed learning about change theories applied to the workplace and seeing the connection with the counselling theories I had been introduced to a few years ago when I undertook another course of study. Sitting with the Lord, I started thinking about…
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I ask God what gets in the way of coming closer to Him and I see Pride rear its ugly head. Only its appearance is pleasing; it looks like a beautiful tall wildflower like the verbenas growing in my garden. But then I see this beautiful flower as it stands next to God and I…
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It was the culmination of months of toing and froing with God. I lay in bed in the wee small hours wide awake, wondering how on earth I was going to get my family home from holiday. The wild fires in Sicily and an airport closure meant that we had less than 24 hours notice…
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I looked at the middle finger of my right hand in shock. It was charred and when I touched it, it resembled a chunk of meat that had been cooked on the BBQ. The words, ‘The Evangelist’s Finger’ were written above it in bold black ink. I looked again and saw it begin to metamorphose.…
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