Present Your gifts
As I was in prayer the Holy Spirit began to show me hands. And as the hands were lifted up, I began to see things flowing from the hands. And I heard the Holy Spirit say, I have laid many gifts in your hands. For I am coming back for those gifts which are talents. What have you multiplied? Or have you sat there and hid your gifts in the ground (meaning did nothing with them)? For it’s not by your works that gets you into heaven but as you should know, your gifts/talents are your assignment! For many gifts are laying dormant; hidden in the ground, though the harvest is plentiful. There’s much work says GOD. My sons and daughters I am coming back, will your work be undone? There should be production coming from your hands. Be fruitful and multiply what I have given unto you says the spirit of The Lord! My question that I pose to you today is what are you doing with your gifts? Have you hidden them because of fear? Have you been so consumed with what’s going on in the world that you become slothful to the things of God? Whatever the case may be, I want to encourage you to get your focus back on the assignment that God has assigned to you. Amen. -Brianna F.
Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me, this is my body that I lay down for you, take this and eat, This is my blood a sacrifice for your sins to be cast In the forgetful sea, From a well that never runs dry, all of you drink, Yet not as I will, my spirit is willing Nevertheless your in control, This cup is filled with separation and agony, Every sip worth a plethora of souls I plead and plead, For the hour has come, Why are you still sleep, My life delivered into your hands, But not yet are you free, The rulers found nothing in me , the kingdom that is coming you can’t see, to enter the abundance of my glory you must have life eternally, but you do not amount to the price of Your own death penalty. Who is more humble than me? Put your knife away, how can you cut the ear of my enemies, but in persecution you betray, How can you kiss the son of man with a mouth, that sets traps for silver plates, how can you claim to know God, and shame his son buy spitting and slapping his face. Hail king of the Jews they say , as thorns pierced my skin You bow before me in mockery, and place a staff in my hand, You strike me over and over and over again Then you lead me to my destiny A road no life form can withstand I am weak in flesh and forced to carry this cross Yet I walk this narrow road that leads to redemption of the lost , Who is more humble than me? For six hours I hang and my blood fills the ground like the morning dew, I still cry my father forgive them for they know not what they do, I encouraged those that walked hand in hand with me, to reciprocate what is true, Do not cry for I am leaving and coming again but I will always be with you, For it is finished , and my time here in flesh is thru Into your hands I commit my spirit A now my father sees me in all of you. Who is more humble than me?
Jadarius Malone Texas