Jacob's First Love

I think the Lord has been making it quite clear that the church is in labor big time—and about to give birth. Labor hurts (that’s an understatement), and any woman who has given birth without anesthesia knows the full extent of that.  So the comparison God gives of the last days being as birth pains is quite appropriate (of course it is—because God is the one who gave the analogy and created birth pain).  I think the church is feeling something of what I did when I gave birth to my firstborn son.  The contractions were intensely painful all night with absolutely no letup between them.  Furthermore, at the time of transition, a long time went by in which the nurses and midwife could see my son’s head starting to birth, but then, he would go back in.  They kept telling me to push longer and harder, but I had never before felt so intensely tired. Harder and longer—with what strength?  This leads me to Isaiah 36:1, 13-16; 37:1-4:  “ In the fourteenth year of King Hezekiah, Sennacherib kin

I have been feeling lately like something has been hindering my communion with God, as if there has been some kind of interference that has not allowed me to receive His power and strength or to hear from Him clearly in prayer.   I have been utterly exhausted and feeling quite ill for many days, and knowing how it feels to be strengthened by the Holy Spirit, I have been bewildered that I have not been experiencing that strength and power, even though I have continued to be in His presence through prayer and the Word.   I asked a close friend of mine if she would pray for me and ask the Lord if He has something to tell me about this matter.   She told me that I must empty myself of all the world—my fears, my worries, my struggles—and turn them over to the Lord.   I was even more bewildered by this, because I had not been convicted by any sins or idols, so I asked the Lord to search me in the words of Psalm 139:23-24: “ Search me, O God, and know my heart!   Try me and know my thoughts

For the past three days, I have been tried to my core.   First, I was intensely resisting the Holy Spirit in putting out the past prophecy about Damascus and Jerusalem, but He had given me not only the standard confirmation that I would usually receive from Him in putting out a word; He had also gone above and beyond with me.   I had no excuses to hold onto it.   But ever since that hit the Internet, I have been plunged into a pit of despair and lies and questioning to a level that rocked the very foundation of faith in me.   I was in a constant state of casting the thoughts upon the Throne of Grace and also feeling intense physical weakness and pain.   Satan knew I felt vulnerable, and he was sure to capitalize on it! Yesterday, God forced me to take all of those doubts and fears and size them up with His perfect promises.   The bottom line: was God going to let down His people who seek Him?   Satan wanted me to think so.   Next to all the fears, I was hearing all day yesterday the

There has been a heavy blanket of spiritual darkness hovering over this earth, and a battle of demonic rage has been waged in the heavens with such fierceness as has never been seen since the day that Christ Jesus died on the cross.   Do you feel it, people of God?   Never has there been a time since the creation of the world when all the forces of good and evil have culminated to a point of no return.   We are there, at that point.   The armies of heaven are mounted up against the devil and his demons, and all of Satan’s best-laid plans are at this moment being put into play.   Oh, people of God, have you ever felt such an urgency to be on your knees pleading for the souls over which the devil and the angels fight for eternal rights?   It is to this day we are called—prayer warriors for such a time as this. Revelation 8:3-5: “ And another angel came and stood at the altar with a golden censer, and he was given much incense to offer with the prayers of all the saints on the golde

See Link: https://ubelong.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/ubelong-washington-dc-2.jpg Last night, I had two dreams. In the first dream I was aware that I was in Washington DC. I was walking through a whole bunch of rubble. I went atop the rubble of a bridge that had been destroyed (after looking this up online, it appears it must be the Woodrow Wilson Memorial Bridge). Most of the bridge was under the water, but I could see some of the higher structure of the bridge still above the water at the shore, lying on its side (now seeing a picture, I wonder if it was the Washington Monument that I saw that had fallen over, and that was the rubble on the shore). I was walking atop that rubble and looking inland. I could see the Capitol building of the United States. It too was severely damaged and leaning. It was cracked in many places, and I could see that it was going to fall. The government had sent certain workers to try to retrieve certain things at the site, or to repair somethin

I was in prayer concerning the abomination that has occurred today in the cities of Tel Aviv and Haifa, as thousands blocked the Tel Aviv Ayalon Freeway in demonstration for LGBT rights in Jerusalem.   I began prayer asking the LORD’s Name be hallowed in my own heart, and then speaking to Him about how that Name has not been hallowed in Jerusalem today, how the devil has made a mockery of God through His Holy Land in sight of all the nations.   I wanted to pray that God would have mercy upon the people of Tel Aviv and Haifa, but as I prayed, I felt as Balaam, who could not say what was on his mind.   I prayed, “God, show the world that you will not be mocked, even as Satan has tried to show the world through your chosen people of Judah that you will be mocked.”   Again, I tried to pray that God would still yet have mercy, but as I opened my mouth, I prayed, “Rain down fire from heaven.”   And then I wept, because I did not want to pray that.   And I said in my spirit, Lord, I want

I had a brief vision of the hand of Jesus extended to me.   “My daughter, come with me,” He said.   I said, “Where, Lord?”   He said, “To the top of the Eiffel Tower.   I will show you something that is inconceivable to the mind of man.   See below you: the glitter, the gold, the glamour, the show, the sensuality, the perversion, the height of man’s pride.   People go to Paris to see the world at its best.   But the world’s best is what I loathe the most.   You pride yourselves in glamour and glory; I despise your glory.   I exalt the humble and bring down the proud.   I will destroy your glamour, your glory, your pride, your strength, your attitude of self-reliance.   I will exalt the weak, the poor, the destitute, the despised, those who are of no value in the eyes of this world, that I might rejoice in the glory of those I have chosen, and that I alone—and no other—may receive all the praise.   Who is like unto me—the I AM, who was, and is, and is to come?   Who exalts kings and d

My daughters, you who I have called to be the meek, the quiet, the gentle of My Bride, you are My warriors.   You are the Queen Esthers of this generation.   My daughters, I have given guidelines in My Word regarding how you are to live in gentleness and all respect, and how you are to love your husbands through submission and respect; yet, My daughters, for some, there is confusion regarding the meaning of submission and respect.   My daughters, I have called of you to be help-meets to your husbands.   This means that the greatest measure of love you give to them is to be in accordance with your gifts.   You come to them filling up what they lack.   You meet them where they fall short.   You help them where they are needy.   You support them where they are weak.   You point them in the right direction when they are going the wrong way.   You gently support them when they are falling away.   You keep them from falling headlong into hell when they are supplanting My direction in their