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LaWanda – O Jesus.  I had plenty of time this morning and now it’s gone.  Where did it go?  I love you, Lord.  I thank you lord.  I thank you, Lord, for giving me this day.

Thank you LORD for all that you are showing me. I am hungry for more!  There is a dissatisfaction in me that I believe is sacred. I never want to not want more of all that you are.  Show me how you see me in this verse: Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path (Ps. 119:105).

My people stand up and plead your case before me for I am the God whom loves you. Tell me what it is that you need. I am the God of your source. Speak to the mountains and they will be moved. Walk and talk to me today. I long for you to walk in victory.

This is Karin da Silva from South Africa. I have just finished another round of listening to your teachings on the 4 keys of Hearing God’s voice, and you are right, every time, every round God just continue to reveal more and take things even deeper.

LaWanda - Lord, as I read your words to me here in this journal, I am undone.  How I could not spend every waking moment here, I do not know.  It is so precious to be in Your presence and have you speak so gently to me.  Lord, forgive my laziness, my surrender to my flesh.  I want more of you but know I don’t deserve it.  I fall so short.  Help me, Lord.  From Song of Songs, “May your breath be upon me until I am fully yours.  Spare nothing, Lord, until you make me your fruitful garden.  Hold nothing back until I release Your fragrance.  Come walk with me as you walked with Adam.  Taste the fruits of Your life in me.”*

Ken Day is a CLU student. He received this prophetic word for the body of Christ on 3/31/23.

This morning in my journaling/meditation I heard billions of angels, surrounding the earth, BLOWING SHOFARS.

Prophetic word through Dr. Flavien Williams, a professor for doctoral-level students at Christian Leadership University.

LaWanda - O Jesus, precious Jesus.  I see you, Lord, waiting for me as I turn my eyes on you.

I am at your feet once again, Lord.  My head on your thigh, but I am not at rest, Lord.  I am holding on for dear life.  I do not want anything to tear me away from you.  I am gripping you so tightly, Lord.  And with every stroke of my head, the tension, the fear leaves me until once again, I am at rest.  O Lord, I love this place.  I love you so, Lord, as your mercy pours out on me yet again.  Lord, even in this quicksand/mud puddle I find myself in, your mercy pours out on me.  Especially here, because here is where I need it the most.