When I remain in Jesus, His River flows and Heals Others

I quiet myself: “I am here, Lord. I watch for You. I listen for Your voice. Where You lead, I will follow. You are my daily bread.”

My Lord speaks: “Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word I speak. My words are life – nourishment for the body, spirit and soul.”

I respond: “I am learning how to remain in You, how to keep my eyes fixed on You, how to live out of Your flow. I feel so close to You, Lord. I adore You. My life is Yours. Have your way.”

I am reminded of the time recently when I danced with Jesus during worship. As I danced, I was interceding, and agreeing with what He was doing. I was reaching into Jesus, pulling out of Him, and throwing Him on people, declaring freedom, agreeing with what He was doing. During worship, I laid hands on a young woman who the Lord highlighted to me. She later shared publicly the Lord delivered her from a lifelong struggle with addiction that very night.

“I agree with what You are doing, Lord. I say ‘yes.’ ”

“Everyone has a call, a purpose, a plan, a future that I created for them to walk in.”

I am standing next to Jesus, my right hand in His. His River of life and love flows out of my belly. My eyes are fixed on Him. His eyes are fixed on me. We are smiling. Being with my Savior is effortless. The River – His River – flows out of our fellowship.

“What do You want to speak to me today, Lord? What do You want to show me?”

“Remain in Me and My River of living water will never cease, rather it will grow and expand and overtake. In My River of life there is healing. People are coming. They are lining up with empty bowls expecting a meal, a portion, but from our fellowship, through you, I will give them a River. They will never thirst, they will never hunger again.”

I see people lining up with empty bowls on both sides of the River. They are looking at the River, and then they begin to turn toward Jesus and me.

“Keep your eyes on Me. Keep your hand in mine that My River will never cease to flow through you.”

With my eyes still on Jesus, I raise my left hand and His River splashes up and baptizes everyone lined up on the edge. Their bowls are full. They dump the water on their heads and on each other. They start entering the River, laughing and playing, splashing one another. They had been downcast, sad and almost lifeless when they lined up, looking at the River. But they carried empty bowls. They were thirsty. They were hungry. They expected a meal. Now they are laughing and playing in His River of living water. Some are diving in, swimming or floating. I look at Jesus. Tears of joy stream down His face.

My Lord speaks: “I am wiping tears away. I am cleansing. I am healing. I am setting people free. This is your calling, Tara. This is what I created you to do. I need to work through you. Out of our fellowship, My raging River of life and love will save, heal, transform and deliver many.”

“I am Yours, Lord. My life is Yours. Have your way in me, Jesus. I am yielded to You.”

Today I will keep my hand in Jesus’ and watch His River flow. I am alive. His Lifeforce pulses through my veins.