My prayer journal entries for 8-17
August 30, 2020 9:00 AM
Kevin Mills
I have your heart. I know that it’s been bruised by external doubts and concerns. You are going to be okay. You don’t have to wilt, you can stand up be strong. you don’t have to be loud. you don’t have to be convincing. All you have to do is tell the truth. your words of truth, quietly spoken, will be enough.
You don’t have to sing, you don’t have to dance, you don’t have to impress or perform or any of that. Just be you. Speak the truth in love and humility and I will do the rest. if you open your hands I will continue to give you what you need. Both what you need in the future and what you need for today. Both what you need to share and what you need to keep.
Keep asking me for discernment, ask me for direction and I will give it to you. Ask me for boldness and confidence and discernment and I will give it to you. Ask me for the wisdom that comes from heaven, the peace that passes understanding, unspeakable, unconditional love and they’re all yours in Christ, for the asking.
I see a treasure chest, like the kind in Casa Bonita, and inside are all the pieces of armor. They’re small, I can hold them in my hand, and when I put them on, they are enough. The breastplate of righteousness, the shield of faith, the belt of truth, it’s all there.
I’m able to reach down and pick up these articles, the Armor of God, and put them on. When I put them on, they dissolve and spread around me. So even though they’re the size jewel when I put them on, they spread out and cover the designed area completely. They may seem insignificant, it may seem like a thin layer, but it is enough. It is present and it is powerful.
I see a waterfall on a mountain, and it is alive and flowing freely, rapidly. Then there are clouds overhead. It’s the middle of the day and it suddenly becomes dark, like night, but there are no stars in the sky. The waterfall trickles to and end, and it is completely dark, darkness over the entire mountain and everything surrounding it. I turn around and there’s no lights anywhere, there are no fires anywhere, there’s no light anywhere.
I see a lighthouse, on the end of a peninsula and it’s turning around and it’s fine. Then the lights begin to become erratic because of power outage. It winks on and off, on and off, flickering, and then it goes out completely.
The wind coming off the sea grows stronger, louder, because of a storm or monsoon coming in. Ships are being washed in to the bay, to the shore, and they can’t control themselves. They can’t stop. Even if there was a functional lighthouse it wouldn’t help, because they can’t resist the force.
I see a whirlpool, a giant whirlpool with ships that are in it that are going around. It’s going around slowly, not fast or violent. They’re stuck in the currents and the undertow, they can’t get out.
From inside the whirlpool there is a lightning storm, flashes of green and yellow lightning. Bright yellow lightning underneath, but it looks green on the surface of the water. Finally the lightning shoots up from the center of the spout into the sky, and the skies start crackling with electricity, the lightning spreading around the world from that specific point. There is an angel in the air, surrounded by light, by lightning.
