Received January 29, 2019
Theresa Harvard Johnson
I heard Father say: Some have stood on the banks of peaceful, comfortable and comforting ministry for too long. They have accepted and adopted community norms that were perfect in their healing process, in their understanding of unity and in emergence of their calling.
But now, says the Lord, that season has passed and your wings have emerged. This season has placed a demand on the voice of some, a demand on the feet of some and a demand on the work of their own hands after tremendously faithful seasons of plowing with others.
Even in trouble, I have sent people in need of what is your hand. Some have longed for you to settle, to move from comfort and to serve as their teacher… not assigning them to other people… but taking them under your own tent to nurture and teach.
I heard Father say that the comforting and nurturing place is becoming a cloud of “sameness”…. for you…
And you have been pulled from this season. Do not ignore that internal sound… that cries out from the ashes for more. The restlessness in direction is a yes to move forward in what I have given.
What is “blowing” in you and from you now is not comfort, but my voice calling… for such a time as this. Trust the vision, trust the new place…
This storm that you are emerging from comes with the joy of a new day. A fresh, tangible release of authority that simply rests in you now.
Receive. You have GROWN away from that old season. Let the new roots and limbs guide you. Amen
Isaiah 54:2 NIV, “Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes.”
