There is no way to write down every victory that was had in our last week of travels. Yet, I will make an attempt.

We spent a beautiful few days in Jennings, Louisiana with the HLE Family Reunion. The title really does encompass such a week. We were so blessed to spend much time with our sweet friends from Canada, Peter and Colleen Macdougall whom we have come to adore. God sometimes simply knits hearts so deeply together that you are family. As we hugged them goodbye and prayed, my tears poured knowing our plight is to separate and fulfill the great commission; but, like Paul my heart longed to stay with them.

I took two friends who are ministers in their own right, Jan Thompson and Lynn Mosley. God has been building our ministry team as I have experienced many attacks on the road and the Lord warned me not to travel alone any longer. The beauty of this was seeking God draw upon Jan’s counseling gift and Lynn’s prophetic heart to love on those in need of deliverance. Boy….did He ever deliver! The enemy had stolen a sweet woman’s voice, spiritually and literally, yet through love, prayer, and facing past pains the songbird sang again…literally! It brings tears to my eyes just writing this.

He also gave us a dear young woman in the last hours of our stay that gave us great joy and again added another to our hearts. The love of Jesus surely makes for the addition of brothers and sisters and we know why He referred to believers in such a way. It is as literal to His heart as those with blood relation.

Saturday we left for our 4 hour drive to Poplarville, Mississippi to see the beautiful women at Jacob’s Well. God has given me for several weeks a message about rain and particularly the Daisy flower. Pointing back to the pearl of great price is the Daisy as it’s Greek counterpart means “pearl.” What loveliness we find wrapped up in a dainty flower. The daisy marks the beginning of a new day as it closes it’s petals at night and re-opens at dawn. This was the message to my own heart, as well as to the women. You could hear hope arise in the room as Christ pursued deeply hearts one at a time.

To prove to me I had heart His heart accurately, two women came up to me after the message had been given. One shared how her grandmother’s name was DAISY and she was the one who introduced her to Jesus and took her to church….because of this grandmother she was saved. Behind her was a precious one showing me a picture of her daughter…who’s name was DAISY. By this time tears rolled down my face with thankfulness to my Father for helping hear Him and for the way He loved them each so much.

We had talked about His Garden and that He was the Gardener tending His garden. We were His daisies. Rain was required to grow seeds planted in His garden. No rain means no flowers. Through much toiling, pulling up weeds, and turning over hard soul would come a rain that pelted our hearts yet prepared us to receive the refreshing rain of His Spirit that would nourish dry bones.

These women came into the sanctuary one hour early Sunday morning…we simply worshiped together…and I knew God has prepared the land for His coming. Where there is desperation….Jesus is always near. I found myself longing to pull every church within my home location to Jacob’s Well that our theology and hearts could once again be wrecked by His goodness. Yet, many are not desperate. We seem to already know it all….so we are often left with empty words and hearts never moved to compassion or experiencing a true move of Christ that is life transforming. It brings sadness to my heart and anger toward the enemy who has blinded us in so many ways.

As we were leaving the home to go pack, one dear woman met me on the porch. We had talked about the seed of our dreams being dormant in His garden…yet not dead. That often the rain would awaken an old dream. She said, “Do you know God awakened my dream today?” I said, “Tell me your dream.” and with the most precious smile I have ever seen she declared her dream, “To own my own garden center…..”

Only Christ knows the heart of man. The tender frames He weaved in the womb. I have thanked His heart a bazillion times for His words of knowledge. For without them, I would never have been able to let Him reach through me to tend their needs. For it was through my own rainy season that Jesus poured His rain onto me that I may know His heart more deeply. Without my own storms would never arise the flowers.

It is an honor to serve Him and His people.We were able to leave all 35 women with cd’s and books that would continue encouraging them daily.

Love Much,

 

 

 

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Jacob’s Well did record the message, “No Rain, No Flowers”  and you are able to view it in it’s entirety below.