In Fields Of Grain
Jesus comes and I am aware of Him. We walk off to the right on a path to a meadow with a small pool and recline in the grass among buttercups and daisies. He looks at me and I look at Him and He grins as He holds a stem of wheat in His mouth and chews on it…He is grinning like He knows some secret…I
Come to the Table of the Lord, A Prophetic Invitation
I have set before you a table made from the wood of My Cross. It is stained with My life giving blood. Even the wood is made alive by My essence and all things served from My table will be alive forever more. You are alive forevermore. Your name is etched in wood. Before we eat at My table, say your Thanksgiving prayer and dispense with all those preliminary things by giving Me all merited and worthy praise.
Riding The Lion, A Progressive Prophetic Vision
He is dressed in long flowing linen and His upper portion is covered with a gold breastplate of armor, more formal than warlike. I am holding His hand and we are swinging them like children do when they walk. I am looking over at Him and His hair is…
