Partnering with the Angelic

Something exciting thing happen to me over several weeks as I went on my intercessor run a few weeks back. And since it has had my heart engaged, wanting to explore this out more. Due to a lack of time to do all the treasure hunting that I want to do, I am reaching out to you to ask if you have insight into this experience that I had.

It was when I was running downtown, and I passed a bench alongside the street. Not consciously thinking about it, I lifted my hand and ‘high fived’ the air as I ran past. I thought it was odd but didn’t put much thought about it. I looped into town and ran down several streets and headed back home, and again I lifted my hand to ‘high five’ the air. This time I laughed at myself thinking; there must be an angel there, and I was acknowledging him.

Pondering the idea that an angel was sitting on that bench the following week, I decided to ‘look’ to see if I noticed him again.  I ran up to the bench. However,  this time I decided to sit down and look to see what the angel was looking at.

I saw a short side street without buildings or houses. And to my surprise, there were benches on each side of the street [I never noticed the benches before].  So there were three benches altogether – the one I sat on facing two others across the street.  

In my Spirit, I sensed an angel sitting in each of those benches too. I called out to them, “Okay, you got my attention. I am coming over.” Walking over, I looked to see and listened to hear as I walk down the short street. That is when a question was dropped in my Spirit: “What do you know about this street?”

“I don’t know anything about this street,” I answered. But then I remember what the area looked like before. It was lined with condemned homes on each side. They were scheduled to be torn down to make room for the construction projects that have been unfolding. I recalled the sense of darkness I felt due to the demonic activity [drug paraphernalia] that took place once the sun went down.

Suddenly I started to pray loudly in the Spirit [in tongues] switching to making some declarations and then prayed more presenting the Blood of Jesus over the area  [physical movement waving my arms]. I reminded any legering demonic spirit that I have Blood bought authority [keys], and I was going to use it. And then I started to bind the illegal activity in that area; those things that would not be allowed in Heaven and loosing what was legal in Heaven. I finished and walked out of the area. Looking for a moment again at the three benches, I said, “Okay, I am done.”

Several weeks later on my intercessor run, I went out past that particular area; however, I didn’t stop at the benches.  I didn’t have the urge to give a ‘high five’ to the angelic – truthfully, I was looking to see and listening to hear how I was to pray for “that” particular day.

Almost home, I was talking to Papa God and said, “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry I didn’t notice your angels today. I didn’t even look for them. I didn’t mean to neglect them.”

As soon as I thought those things, He said, “That’s okay, they aren’t there anymore. They did what I wanted them to do; to draw you to the area to declare and pray what you did. They are on another assignment.”

Then today I was listening to a Bethel podcast while I was at work [Safety of Abiding in the Presence of God March 15th 25 minutes into the message] Bill Johnson was reading from Ps 91 and made a few statements:

Realties are released in a decree. Somethings have to be declared to happen. That’s who we are. That is how we function.

Bill mentioned how Randy Clark was ministering in Argentina. One of the leaders in Argentina made a statement to Randy [not quoted] In the American church, you know a lot about operating in the gifts of the Spirit, but you don’t know how to partner with the angelic. Bill goes on to say; that in scripture, our decrees, the angelic realm know what their assignment is. Our decrees when we are saying what HE [God] is saying.

Bill goes on to suggest; a decree that comes from the Throne Room carries the fragrance of the Father, carries the fragrance of their origin. And the angelic realm has a  sense ‘this came from the throne room’ and carry it out.

Referring to the second part of Psalms 103:20 – Bill points out that the angels give attention to the voice of HIS word. He goes on to say, In my experience, I believe the voice of HIS word – that is you and me; it is when God speaks to the quiet of our heart and unless we declare it – it goes unsaid.

So knowing what I know: Our words have power. We have free will, and we can choose to speak blessings or curses, life or death. God is waiting for HIS church to bring Heaven to earth. Angels cannot speak for us because we are created in the image of God- they are not. We are called to take a stand to the devil’s schemes.

Could it be that angels are assigned to areas – waiting for the sons and daughters of God to understand who they are – to declare what Heaven is saying? Could it be that angels cannot do what we were originally assigned to do; to take dominion? Could it be that we have been praying and asking God to ‘do’ something when HE is waiting for us to do something?  Could we be missing opportunities to partner with the angelic to release God’s word to shift atmospheres so that they can move to other assignments?

Into the Light

Pulling myself into consciousness, I fumble around to turn off my daily alarm. Routinely I go to the kitchen to start the coffee; my heart asks Papa God this question: “What do you want me to declare today with my words Lord?” With all the fears of COVID-19, I know enough negative words are swirling around. I want to speak heaven’s words.

Quieting my heart and listening to what Holy Spirit is saying, I start interceding for my community/nation. Thinking of the difficult times we are living in today, I ask the Lord, “What is it that you would like to accomplish through your church – in such a time as this?” From this place, I nuzzle under HIS wings and read my scripture.

1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may declare the goodness of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.

“Lord, I want to proclaim your goodness authentically. Either with words or actions, I want to reflect your love for those around me. Papa, would you partner with me?” The warmness I feel in my heart lets me know that the Lord is with me.

Before I know it – it’s time to get around for work. Eager to see opportunities opening before me, I look to see with HIS lenses.

While working, I spontaneously receive a text: “Going to Bristol Mobile Village to hand out fliers for our meal box give-away. Would you like to come?”

“Oh my goodness, there it is – an opportunity!”

Not knowing much about this little community, upon arrival, I realize these people need God’s love. And today, I can be HIS hands and feet!

Knocking at each door, I’d step back from the entrance, respectfully social distancing at 6 feet away. Some residents peeked from behind their blinds to see who was knocking then pretend not to see me. That’s okay, Lord, encounter them with YOUR love; I would pray.

Then I knocked at ‘his’ door. The blanket hanging over the window moved to the side. I knew the person inside the mobile home saw me. Will he answer; or hide like others, asking myself the question. But as I heard each lock on the door unlatch, my heart was overwhelmed with humility. One, two, three locks were on this door. The man behind the door struggled to open it. “Do I help, or let him continue to struggle?” Unsure how to respond, I stood there, hoping my smiling eyes would be noticed since the mandatory mask covered my mouth.

The door opened ever so slightly. A frail-looking man peered at me nervously. I could tell his eyes had not experienced the sunlight for some time, as he squinted at me. I noted that his arms were tiny, and his face looked pale. Lack of nutrients or the lack of being outdoors? I was unsure of the answer. I greeted him and shared that meals will be handed out the following Thursday for children ages 4-18. Almost afraid to talk, he said, “Oh, no children live here.” And he closed the door.

My heart sunk. I wanted to engage with this man a little more. I wanted to let him know that he is loved and valued. I couldn’t help but think about the courage it took to open his door in the first place, let alone engage in an oh so brief conversation with me; suddenly, I was fighting tears.

Papa, it’s painful to see with your lenses. People are hurting and afraid. I want to do so much more for him, I thought to myself.

But then, this dropped in my heart. “My daughter – he came into the light. You carry My light. And for a brief moment, tormenting darkness fled him, and he felt my love. Thank you for doing this today. I knew I could trust you to share me with him.”

That moment, and his face, is forever etched in my heart. And I lift this man in my prayers. Maybe, just maybe him opening the door to me will begin his journey of walking into HIS Light.

His Hands

Have you ever sat back and watch how a toddler explores the world? Have you ever thought, what goes through their little minds when they experience the feeling of grass for the first time or sand between their toes?

When my children were just toddlers, they would occasionally climb up into their daddy’s lap as he sat in his recliner. He worked many hours back in those days, so they didn’t get the chance to do this too often.

Once situated comfortably, they would reach for his hands and hold them in theirs. Not saying too much, they would study his hands, looking down at how big and strong his fingers were compared to theirs. I thought to myself; Do they understand how much work those hands do to provide for them?

Read more… “His Hands”

Ending on the right foot.

Have you ever watched a ballet with awe of how each person can be in step with each other? Maybe you – yourself have been a part of a dance team who worked on a choreographed routine for a performance. Or, you could be a person who has done or does ‘cardio dance.’

Well, yesterday I got the chance to be in a cardio dance class. It was fun yet challenging. In the room, there is a massive mirror in front of the class. The mirror is so that the person participating can watch the instructor but see themselves move as well.  I didn’t have a problem watching the instructor, but when it came to looking up at myself, I became embarrassed and seemed to do worse.

Starting on the right foot, I awkwardly moved with the class through the arranged routine. I did, however, improve each time we were instructed to ‘go back to the beginning move.’ The entire dance I may have appeared awkward, but I ended with the right foot. Ah, success!  I may not have looked like a professional dancer like my instructor, but I did the class and even had a smile on my face after. Read more… “Ending on the right foot.”

Taste and See

          Hello everyone! I hope that you enjoyed your Thanksgiving celebrations. I did, that for sure. My husband and I were honored to eat two different feasts, each with lots of family and friends around the table. We are truly blessed!

          I am not sure about you, but I kept myself from eating a big breakfast and skip having lunch. I did this just so that I would have room to eat all the delicious foods.

          It is easy for me to recall those two days. My mouth waters as I remember the aroma of fall spices float throughout the house, as the pies were being pulled out of the oven and set aside to cool.  And my tummy rumbles as I imagine the white gooeyness bubble as the homemade mac and cheese is perfected in the oven. Read more… “Taste and See”