April 5th — Alamo City Christian Fellowship
Whisper Conference
San Antonio, Texas
For information please call 210-654-7880 and ask for Beth
or email brenda@journalsoftheheart.com
Conference Testimony
And He said, Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake;
And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire [a sound of gentle stillness and] a still, small voice. (1 Kings 19:11-12 Amplified)
The Women of Alamo City
April 3rd-5th 2008
It was such a blessing to be with Alamo City Christian Fellowship all the wonderful women there this past weekend (April 3rd-5th) for their Whispers Conference. I am so amazed by the ladies there and their diligence to prayer, intimacy with Abba Father and personal relationships. We started working together sometime late last year and continued all the way up to the day of the conference. It was my privilege to pray and worship with them several times leading up to the conference. The love and acceptance I experienced was and still is phenomenal to say the least. They truly take the command to love the Lord and to love others seriously in both word and deed.
Thursday night, April 3rd, I joined them for their banquet and was so blessed to hear the heart of Shirley Walker shared with humor, wisdom and grace all the while being challenged to come up higher in Him—challenged to respond to the voice of the Lord with obedience. Her statement, “Revelation demands a response!” stood out to me like a neon light in a dark night. And when she talked about 1 John 2:27 and how the word received means to reach out and take hold of, the message I was to give on Saturday was confirmed. Throughout Thursday night Shirley continued to inspire me, and confirm the message on my heart for Saturday April 5th.
The women of Alamo City Christian Fellowship embraced me, loved on me and made me feel right at home. This was very evident as we met in homes on Friday night, April 4th, for a meal, fellowship and teaching. We discussed Elijah and the still small voice of the Lord. It was an eye opener to say the least.
One of the ladies told of how she sits under an oak tree in her neighborhood when she gets tired during her walks—how she was struck with wonder as she gazed up through its tremendous canopy in the heat of the day—how its shade cooled her and reminded her of the greatness of God. She shared of how her heart marveled at the beams of light shining through the branches and how they spoke to her of the glory of God shining down. Everyone shared something on hearing God’s voice and what it meant to them personally. Like a diamond reflects light, each woman reflected a different aspect of the Lord’s still small voice.
All of creation displays His glory and can speak to us in profound ways. I call them “God Whispers”. They are everywhere if we will only look and listen. They can be found in the darkest night as the stars display themselves both in the natural and in the heavens or in a spark ignited by the touch of someone who loves you or I. The Word is full of stars having the fullness of God’s power held within each and every syllable.
Therefore, keep your eyes and ears open. You never know how He might speak. It could be through sound, sight or touch. One thing I know for sure is that His Word will demonstrate itself through Alamo Cities’ love of the Word for they are like an abundance of stars in the dark night of this world
The smiles and giggles of the women in my group on Friday night were indeed the whispers of God expressed as their unique personalities made themselves visible for all to see. My thoughts went to the beauty and diversity of God’s heart and I was made aware once more that there are many ways in which He speaks. Some of His words are silent but can be heard over the shouts of the world and some are loud, colorful and can come like a blast of fresh air when one of His sons or daughters opens their heart and speaks. This is what I experienced on Friday night.
On Saturday, as I stood up to speak and teach on Soaking With A Purpose, there were no nerves or worries for I had already been taken into the heart of their body and was fully loved and accepted. I was among friends and fellow sojourners having the same desire and goal as they, to hear the whispers of Heaven in order to walk out purpose and destiny in this life. Eternal life does not begin the day we leave this earth. Our eternal life in Him began the day we said, “Yes!” to Him.
I was so blessed by the music my friend, Jamie Lipe of River City House of Prayer, shared with all of us. Jamie ministered during two “soaking” sessions and the very essence of heaven, the very essence of Abba Father’s heart fell like a gentle spring rain and softened our hearts. Her words and music cleared the atmosphere and the whispers of Heaven flooded the room and saturated hearts with the desires and encouragement of Abba Father.
Being with The Women of Alamo has changed me and challenged me in ways I never imagined. I consider it an honor to have prayed with them, cried with them, worshipped with them, and fellowshipped with them over the last few months. I consider them my friends. They are truly an incredible expression of unity, mercy and grace demonstrated through humble hearts.
Thank you Jesus for The Women of Alamo City Christian Fellowship. How You love and adore them. Pour out on them and in them. Give them Whispers from Your heart pressed down, shaken together and running over. Fill their hearts with dreams, visions and revelations which declare Your purpose corporately for the body and individually for each life and family. Establish them in an even more firm way upon the Rock for the Kingdom is at hand. Amen.
Listening for His Whispers
Brenda Craig
Soaking With A Purpose & Spirit Food for Life
March 26 2008 7:30 am
Soaking to Grace Williams Heaven’s Rain CD
As I soaked in His presence this morning I found myself walking along one side of a natural river with tall grasses on each side…a lion was walking on one side and I was on the other…I began to feel as if I was rising and could see the river as one would from an aerial viewpoint…instantly I was in the same place but in a heavenly atmosphere…walking along the river…flying over the river only to find myself standing in a field of ripened grain. It was blowing ever so gently.
I became aware of a stem of wheat that was in my hand and the head of grain was very large and ripe. I took it and shook it gently over the palm of my left hand…when the grains fell into my hand they were a golden iridescent color and moved around like little jumping beans…they were alive and moving. I lifted my hand and blew them into the air.
The wind began to blow through the field of grain and the wheat…the heads of grain released their living grains and they flew into the air and saturated it…At this moment the field of grain began to open right in front of me…opening at my feet in a small river flowing from my inner being…it began to widen and widen to flow out beyond what I could see…getting wider and wider…I became aware of a very large angel behind me with enormous wings lifted up and around me as if to hide me, encircle me, and protect me as this living water flowed from me…I sensed the angel was sent to hide me in the Secret Place…the living grain filling the air took on wings to fly…water began to move out of the grassy banks of the river flowing from me and seeped and flowed out through the field of wheat….
As I sit here typing—soaking I sense the angel and I are in the middle—in the midst of an endless field of grain yet I am aware of majestic mountains in the background, so far away yet so close in my perception…the angel’s wings are moving up, out and back in to create movement over me and in me and as this movement flows through me the grain continues to move like a stage of beautiful dancers and is continuously emanating living grains. The grains fill the air like snow when it falls…only it isn’t falling…it is flying, rising up and going out, saturating every unclaimed space of the atmosphere.
The atmosphere is saturated and the angel, the grain, the river and I are suspended in mid air over the earth as if we are on a cloud above the land, above the earth and the living grains are rising up and falling over like a fountain, like a rainfall onto the earth. We are moving like a boat would down a river and the impartation continues as the angel encompasses me in the Secret Place.
I see stars and moons…I see sun and wind…I see liquid light…liquid color…bands of color moving and forming…like a magic carpet ride as I ride I am journeying to a place…the river is gone…the field of grain is gone…it is just me and I am flying and the angel is above me flying with me…flying through the night…through the stars…through time…to a door…an ancient door…light is shining from under the bottom of the door and I hear…I see it being opened to a place of intense light and a path starts at the threshold of the door. I am beginning to stand upright on the other side of the threshold and the angel is still behind me, but for only a moment and he turns around and flies away…and the door closes behind me and I am hidden away behind the door whose cross members are the hewn wood of the Cross.
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 hear Him speak to me yet He says not a word…time to rest He says…time to chew on the grain…time to eat from what you have sewn…and then He lays back and closes His eyes and I do too. I feel the sun on my face…I hear soft music and I rest…all is well….
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