<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033</id><updated>2011-11-07T18:55:48.837-08:00</updated><category term='My last post from Africa'/><title type='text'>His Heartbeat 4 Nations,</title><subtitle type='html'>Isaiah 61:11
For as the earth brings forth its bud, As the garden causes the things that are sown in it to spring forth, So the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1072656326174714455</id><published>2011-11-07T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:55:48.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeanie regrets to say she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unable to post to her blog spot while in India due to restrictions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She will update as soon as she is able. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1072656326174714455?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1072656326174714455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1072656326174714455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1072656326174714455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1072656326174714455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2011/11/jeanie-regrets-to-say-she-is-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-691633198342428895</id><published>2011-06-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:10:25.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udNpVtGh3R8/TgKsDIR1f9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kTBcKdT9dXA/s1600/224363_207568735940999_100000636212160_665716_456071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udNpVtGh3R8/TgKsDIR1f9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kTBcKdT9dXA/s320/224363_207568735940999_100000636212160_665716_456071_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621244454673678290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1027"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;June 17, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                    Blessings friends and  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; I am excited to share with you how the Lord is opening doors for missions in an amazing way. As you all know mission’s has been the very passion that beats in my heart. I am able to partner with others to bring the Kingdom into Nations. I am honored to partner with my old church Vertical Call, for The “Vertical Call Prayer Festival India.”  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our mission&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Staring at noon on November 1st, the VCPF will begin 240 hours of night and day prayer and worship that will end at 12 noon on November 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; (11/11/11).  During this time of prayer, thousands of hosted gatherings across India's landscape will cry out to God night and day. On November6th at the 121st hour, approximately 3,000 delegates will gather in  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hyderabad to represent India's 28 states and 7 territories.  Worship teams from India and other nations are being invited to participate. This convergence of praying saints will gather together in unity to pray for their nation to come to Christ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the team will be doing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Each Vertical Call team member will be serving with Indian delegates in prayer, intercession and worship.  Many other opportunities for ministry will be given to team members such as praying for the sick (National Healing Rooms of India will be involved), participating in sessions, impartation prayer, etc.  It is our goal that each Indian delegate leave healed, revived and empowered for service. God wants to shake India with  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His glory!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;My Mission Statement&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; My mission is to see the body of Christ come into her full inheritance in Christ Jesus. My desire is to see people get launched into their purpose and destiny.  I long for the church to come into such a place of true intimacy with her Beloved King. I long for the nations to know the one I love and serve, which is the one and only true King of Kings, and Lord of Lords. The Kingdom is at hand and I desire for the Kingdom to be released in the nations, including the United States of America. Jesus said, “ Ask for the nations as your inheritance, and now I am stepping into my inheritance." India is only one of the many nations I cried out to know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior and for nations to turn to Him so that He would heal their land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; This mission’s trip will be from November 2nd – November 15, 2011. The cost of the trip will be $ 4,000. I will need to place a deposit of $500.00 by July 15, 2011. I need the final payment of  $2,800.00 due by August 31, 2011. The rest of the finances that will be given will go towards Visa, entry taxes, luggage and other tapped on expenses while in India. Please ask the Holy Spirit if you are to sow into this trip. I would also welcome those who feel led to sow in even while I am in India.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Please pray for me anytime the Lord places me on your heart. There is such a great need in the mission field to have that covering through prayer, because you come up against all kinds spiritual warfare. My team needs your prayers as well, so please partner in prayer for all of us.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Please write checks to “The Fathers House” and put in noted area “Jeanie Griggs.”  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; 404 Woodruff Mountain Rd  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Roseburg OR, 97471 &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; The Directors of this are Carter and Diana Wood. To read more go to, “Vertical Call Prayer Festival India.”  Go to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://verticalcallinternational.com/" title="http://verticalcallinternational.com/"&gt;http://verticalcallinternational.com/&lt;/a&gt;’ or you can call Vertical Call at (707) 575-5956&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Thank you for your financial support, and all your prayers.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Blessings  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Jeanie Griggs  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-691633198342428895?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/691633198342428895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=691633198342428895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/691633198342428895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/691633198342428895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2011/06/v-behaviorurldefaultvml-o.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udNpVtGh3R8/TgKsDIR1f9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kTBcKdT9dXA/s72-c/224363_207568735940999_100000636212160_665716_456071_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-3253748741705258659</id><published>2009-09-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:39:36.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ponder many things as I can not sleep. I ponder the ways of the Lord and about ministry that becomes a thing to be seen, rather then a ministry where Jesus is seen. For me I rather be hidden in Him where no one sees me but the one who dwells in me. I had a friend go to the store the other day and a lady who worked their asked her," are you one who serves Jesus? My friend smiled because she knew this lady saw Jesus and not her. To me ministry means nothing, but relationship means everything once we lose sight of that to conform to what everyone else wants us to be, then we do not know our Beloved Jesus at all.It is through relationship ministry just happens not so we can be seen but He can be seen through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that telling someone they should be out there on the street doing street ministry instead of doing this and that is total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manipulation&lt;/span&gt; and condemnation I am putting on my sister and brothers in Christ, instead I should be pointing them to know Jesus more through relationship with the Father,son and Holy spirit. The Lord said we are to to be like Him yes, but in order to smell like Him, look like Him, and walk like Him ,and talk like Him we are to spend time with him. Through spending time with him we naturally supernaturally walk in the ministry He has placed on us not what others have placed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true Jesus never spent time in the building, He spent time in the streets where people where crushed and broken and had great needs. Yes Jesus spent time with His disciples as a family and spent time with them in the real world where they learned to walk as a family unit through relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just things I am pondering. What is it like to walk in the fullness of deep intimacy with Jesus even more. I have no personal interest in ministry now I have laid it all down and am focusing on just being with Him in my new place of residence. Many have asked me about what church am I going to well I have no plans to find one right away that may freak many of you out and that is okay because I still walk hand in hand with the Lord and I long for more of Him. I am just going to fallow His lead and allow Him to rule and rain even more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways we can be locked in a system or structure my desire is to only be locked into a deeper place of intimacy with the trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I have pondered since being home about ministry.I have seen where the passion to fallow Jesus in the ministry becomes a driven source where Jesus is the title of the ministry not the source of the ministry. Once you step out of that place of intimacy people become numbers and people are tools for your agenda rather then apart of the family of the body of Christ that moves together as one. This is a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes God is faithful and always will be as we learn in this journey it is all about relationship not the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-3253748741705258659?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/3253748741705258659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=3253748741705258659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3253748741705258659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3253748741705258659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-ponder-many-things-as-i-can-not-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4618779195815931495</id><published>2009-08-15T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:24:27.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Soaap8a6V1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vvlHZvjhSb0/s1600-h/From+Kars+to+Iran+border+to+Van+7-25-09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Soaap8a6V1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vvlHZvjhSb0/s400/From+Kars+to+Iran+border+to+Van+7-25-09+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370149651070211922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi my friends and family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made it home on Thursday night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it is so good to be home and sleeping in my own bed for a  change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to thank you all so much for your love,  and pray, and support for my trip to Russia and through the Middle East. So much  did happen and I know because of your prayers the Lord kept us covered in His  wings of love and protection,and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now I am trying to adjust to time change,and  to allot of change here at home,and loss since coming home.I am asking you to be  patient with me as I am taking a few weeks away from everyone and everything to  get before the Lord.I will write a mission statement about my trip when I have  time with the Lord to regroup and digest so much that has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks again and may the Lord richly bless  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-4618779195815931495?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/4618779195815931495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=4618779195815931495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4618779195815931495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4618779195815931495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-my-friends-and-family-i-made-it-home.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Soaap8a6V1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vvlHZvjhSb0/s72-c/From+Kars+to+Iran+border+to+Van+7-25-09+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-3423234182777759181</id><published>2009-07-19T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:02:11.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SmMmDeB-05I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ObFUdzgJcwg/s1600-h/HGA+graduation+7-17-09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SmMmDeB-05I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ObFUdzgJcwg/s400/HGA+graduation+7-17-09+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169822543860626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi and much love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students all graduated last Thursday. I was blessed to be apart of such a lovely class of students seeing them transformed and walking in greater revelation of the Fathers love and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made it to Turkey, and the Russia team will meet us this Wednesday and we will continue on in our journey. We have to get our Visas to be able to move on into other areas here in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be traveling to Syria, Georgia, Jordan, and Israel to do prayer walks and what ever else the Holy spirit directs us to do. Paula is walking by faith as she only received half the finances for the team to be able to come and is totally trusting that the rest of the finances will come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in prayer. We need wisdom, and we need clear direction from the Lord in the areas we are going into. We need the gift of discerning of spirits, we need prayer in the area of favor, and grace in every area we walk into. We need prayer for our team to walk in unity. We need prayer for clarity. we need prayer for divine protection over our health, and physical bodies.We are praying for divine connections and appointments.Please pray that we will be wonderfully and fearfully led by the power of the Holy spirit.We are asking for the anointing to see deeper in the spirit, and to be able to pull down heaven where ever we are.We desire to know and see what our Beloved Father is doing and walk in it. And we are praying each team member will step into their anointing and gifting to be able function as a body together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to sow into this trip as we are traveling all over into these different places finances are always needed.This seed will be sown into good soil, as we have a long journey ahead of us. Please go to my page it is updated and I will try and keep you posted along the way. I might not be able to share details with you but please do not stop praying we need to be covered by as much prayer as we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you desire to sow into my trip please make sure you put Jeanie's mission trip to Russia or Middle East in the (note area) of the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lighthouse church, Santa Rosa&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 2810&lt;br /&gt;Santa Rosa, CA 95405&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 707-539-2877&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or you can send money securely online to my Paypal account (water-thru-therock@sbcglo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bal.net) through Paypal at www.paypal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much and may you be fully and richly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-3423234182777759181?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/3423234182777759181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=3423234182777759181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3423234182777759181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3423234182777759181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-and-much-love-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SmMmDeB-05I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ObFUdzgJcwg/s72-c/HGA+graduation+7-17-09+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-8986383912571112103</id><published>2009-07-10T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:40:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SldenA9w78I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xFjaxdEJ3WI/s1600-h/Jeanie+and+Joe%27s+skit+on+Culture+and+theology+7-10-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SldenA9w78I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xFjaxdEJ3WI/s400/Jeanie+and+Joe%27s+skit+on+Culture+and+theology+7-10-09+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356854306147463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;                    Hello once again from Russia.    7-10-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry it has taken me awhile to write, as things are getting busy here as we are nearing the end of school. I can not believe how quickly time has flown by, it seems as if I just arrived and at the same time I feel like I have been here forever.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are trying to get all the last minute teaching in before next Friday. The picture above is  from a skit I did this  afternoon. I was teaching on culture and Theology. It was a fun skit, as Joe really has a gift to make people laugh while the subject matter is a serious one, in how we can reach others through there personal culture by serving them and learning from them to be able to come along side them and share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with them. As I was teaching this afternoon, the Lord came upon me as I shared a vision I had on my bed,just minutes before I was to do the skit and teach on the subject matter. It was wonderful! Please go to facebook to see the videos of the skit, it will be posted on there the videos are a bit sandy but you will get the humor of it and the subject matter. (FUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be over a week from this Friday, and some of the students and staff will be going on the outreach to the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must say each student had found a place in my heart despite the language barrier. They are so precious, and very gifted in the Lord. Allot of them found their freedom as the Lord had really showed up in every meeting setting them free from one thing or another. Some received major healing in their hearts, lives, and even physical healing.I am always amazed seeing the Lord move the way he does. I am honored and Blessed He would allow me to see it and be apart of it. I tell you I take nothing lightly when it comes to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know on a personal note it will be hard to say good bye to the students. I am excited to see how the Lord brings them into their destiny and callings in the future.I know I will hear about some of them and what the Lord is doing in them. I am like a Mother on the side lines cheering them on. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week from this Friday Paula, Connie, Joe and I, will be getting on a plane to Turkey. We will be resting for five days, and Connie and I will be getting our Visas for Syria. I can not wait to just rest for a few days, then we will catch up with the Russian team, and go into certain areas to pray and intercede and will be going to the border of Iran to pray and intercede, We will then head into Israel and pray and intercede and do ministry in a church there. I know it will be great! Please keep us in prayer as we will be in the mission field for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is a quick update.May you be richly blessed in the Lord. Please continue to sow as the Lord leads you, as it is all needed as I travel to many of these different places in the Middle East. Please continue to pray as we so need all your prayers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you write checks please send it to my church and please make sure in the "note" area you write Jeanie Griggs missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light House church&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 2810&lt;br /&gt;Santa Rosa Ca,95405&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and all my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-8986383912571112103?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/8986383912571112103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=8986383912571112103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8986383912571112103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8986383912571112103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-once-again-from-russia_10.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SldenA9w78I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xFjaxdEJ3WI/s72-c/Jeanie+and+Joe%27s+skit+on+Culture+and+theology+7-10-09+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6343351855087810096</id><published>2009-06-28T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:31:32.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Skc7T-ebgOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OJdlZTeeUqc/s1600-h/Black+Sea+Adventure+6-27-28-2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello from Russia      6-28-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of the staff I went with to the Black Sea for a mini Holiday as they would call it here in Russia. On the left of the picture is a beautiful young Girl Named Onia, that Paula adopted here in Russia she has quite the testimony that I will share with you in a little while. On the right next to Onia is Paula who is the founder of this ministry here in Russia which is called, "Living Waters Russia." to the right of Paula is another precious lady named Onia as well, to the right of Onia is Ira which is Paula's other adopted daughters real Mother, and on the right of Ira is Lera which is the daughter of Ira and is Paula's other adopted daughter.And finally on the right of the photo at the end is Connie who I met in Africa , who now lives in  Russia and serves Paula and Living Waters Russia Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have a little idea of who some of the staff are here. We had a blast just being together and having a little get away, while the students went on a mini missions trip for a couple of days. I am tired and resting before they all get back today. We have one more day off so the students can rest and then on Tuesday school will begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not told you much about Russia as I have been taking it all in. I find Russia to be a nation that has gone through so much in wars and in refugee camps that the people here do need major healing and some have gone just into a mental break down state, that either they mentally break down or drink them selves to death or just become so cold and&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Callused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can see why the Lord called Paula here to bring Jesus the healer to this Nation. Let me tell you a little story about two of Paula's adopted daughters that you see in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onia, is a beautiful young girl who came through such tremendous odds. Onia's Father at birth did not want her because she was a girl and even tried to get her Mother to abort her. Onia's Mother did not go through with the abortion. Onia's Father wanted nothing to do with Onia and they lived in a place Called, Chechnya. Here is a little History of her country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;First Chechen War&lt;/b&gt; also known as the &lt;b&gt;War in Chechnya&lt;/b&gt; was a conflict between &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russia" title="Russia"&gt;Russian Federation&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chechen_Republic_of_Ichkeria" title="Chechen Republic of Ichkeria"&gt;Chechen Republic of Ichkeria&lt;/a&gt; fought from December 1994 to August 1996. After the initial campaign of 1994–1995, culminating in the devastating &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Grozny_%28August_1996%29" title="Battle of Grozny (August 1996)"&gt;Battle of Grozny&lt;/a&gt;, Russian federal forces attempted to seize control the mountainous area of Chechnya but were set back by Chechen &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerrilla_warfare" title="Guerrilla warfare"&gt;guerrilla warfare&lt;/a&gt; and raids on the flat lands in spite of Russia's overwhelming manpower, weaponry, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_support" title="Air support" class="mw-redirect"&gt;air support&lt;/a&gt;. The resulting widespread &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morale" title="Morale"&gt;demoralization&lt;/a&gt; of federal forces, and the almost universal opposition of the Russian public to the brutal conflict, led &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Yeltsin" title="Boris Yeltsin"&gt;Boris Yeltsin&lt;/a&gt;'s government to declare a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ceasefire" title="Ceasefire"&gt;ceasefire&lt;/a&gt; in 1996 and sign a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peace_treaty" title="Peace treaty"&gt;peace treaty&lt;/a&gt; a year later. The official figure for Russian military death toll is 5,500, while most estimates put the number between 3,500 and 7,500, or even as high as 14,000.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-jamestown_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Chechen_War#cite_note-jamestown-4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Although there are no accurate figures for the number of Chechen militants killed, various estimates put the number at about 3,000 to over 15,000 deaths. Various figures estimate the number of civilian deaths at between 30,000 and 100,000 killed and possibly over 200,000 injured, while more than 500,000 people were &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Displaced_person" title="Displaced person"&gt;displaced&lt;/a&gt; by the conflict and the cities and villages across the republic were ruined.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-first_5-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Chechen_War#cite_note-first-5"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many wars that would break out in this area. Onia,was a victim to these wars and she got captured in a Baptist church by the terrorists, and  her Mother as well got captured and taken to separate place from where they took Onia.. For three months they held little Onia against her will as a hostage she was only 13 years old at the time. By this time her Father had left them. So this little girl had no idea if her sister was alive or dead, and Onia did not know if her mom or Aunt where still alive. While Onia had been captured had an encounter with the Lord, The Lord told her she was going to be released and her that her Mother was still alive. Onia, said, she had such a peace in her heart when the Lord spoke to her. One day Onia was left with a man who had  to watch her so she would not escape. The man who was to hold her hostage helped her get away and had her live with his aunt until she could find her family if they were still alive. Then Onia was living in a church office where Paula had met little Onia, and Paula knew this little girl had been through allot as  she was so traumatized that little Onia could not even speak, and Paula's heart went out to  Onia because she also was not getting much food at all except left overs.Paula wanted to take her in and just love on her and raise her. Finally Onia came to live with Paula, and they found Onia's mom in a basement where all the houses where destroyed and no one house was left standing many people were killed but some how her Mother managed to live, but not with out a mental breakdown from all that took place from that war. Onia's Mother lives here at the center but tends to go off into fits of rages some times and still has mental issues. Onia's sister is still alive and lives in another place. Onia is only 23 years old now and lives with Paula still receiving love that brings forth healing along with her real Mother. This is just a short version of Onia's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have come to the center here who have been hurt by the wars and have had tremendous losses. The stuff they go through have left them so traumatized that Paula spends her life here raising up other Russians to serve as Jesus's mouth, hands and feet and to release deliverance and healing into the Russian people here who have gone through so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lera is the other daughter here that Paula took in as her own. Lera has a mom who could not handle life and what it had done to her, that she is on medication for mental illness. You can see in Lera's eyes the pain she goes through seeing her mom in such a state. Her mom was on the trip with us to the Black Sea, and her mom had issues with almost passing out, and then she had a fit which is like a Seizure yesterday late afternoon as we were getting ready to come back to the center. Lera, gets scared some times and my heart breaks for her. Paula has been a huge Blessing to these girls as the Lord has caused Paula to love those who are hurting and brokenhearted, she takes them in and just loves them to healing it is amazing.Paula trusts the Lord for all the fiances to be able to do these things she is one precious women who lives by faith in a way I have never seen before. In fact I am praying about how to help her get finances for this center, and the other ones the Lord has placed in her heart to even start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have come to know these stories it has changed me and has even brought some healing to my own life. The other day we had a massive corporate deliverance take place with students from Communism that is over the Russian people here. As the students began to cry out as they were getting delivered I could instantly feel the horrific gut wrenching pain each one had,  I felt like I was going to break under the weight of the pain I felt so strongly from each person in the room. I was not sure what was going on with me until the Lord began to speak to me. He said, now you have tasted what I feel every day when my children have been so wounded and hurt. My heart breaks for them just as yours is breaking now. I had to leave right after the deliverance because the pain I was feeling from each student was so overwhelming. He was letting me feel just a small amount of what He feels for His Children. I was a bit of a mess that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is moving here and changing lives and is really doing amazing things. He is changing my perspective and my heart. I see a people who God so loves and desires relationship with. I experience His heart that beats for the beautiful people of this nation. In my eyes Paula is a women who desires to carry the Fathers heart to dark and hurting nations. These are also my desires as well. I desire to pray and intercede for the Lord to release what is needed to accomplish His desires through Paula and the ministry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a little update of this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6343351855087810096?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/6343351855087810096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=6343351855087810096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6343351855087810096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6343351855087810096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-russia-6-28-09-picture-above.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5447983241715101779</id><published>2009-06-19T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:21:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sjxe_ofSk9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/RUIyctGzf4I/s1600-h/HGA+school+Russia+6-17-09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sjxe_ofSk9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/RUIyctGzf4I/s400/HGA+school+Russia+6-17-09+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254904702735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends and family.   6-20-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to write this letter to you but lost most of everything I had written because my computer froze. I will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been showing up every time we meet in the classroom with the students. I am always amazed at His presence and how He reveals Himself differently every time we meet. We had a visitation of the Lord the other day and every one was crying out in the room. I saw the Lord moving in and out of the crowed touching them. He came to me and spoke to me to tell them He was in the room and to cry out to Him, as He desired to meet with them right then. He told me to tell the students about the story when He was on the road to Damascus, how two men on the road were talking to Him and did not know it was Him until the Lord passed them by. The Lord did not want the students to miss Him  as He walked by. I tell you all I could do was tremble and weep and cry out.  I personally was such a mess before Him on the floor.It was beyond any words I could express to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been teaching and the Lord has been all over the teaching and it has ministered a great deal to the students. Our God has been so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share some things with you on a different note. Some of you may even get offended by what I am about to share. If we do not see Gods perspective on things we will never pray or prophesy effectively for the nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several days ago the Lord woke me up at 2:30am to speak to me about four nations. One being America, Israel, Brittan, and the Middle East. I grabbed my laptop and began to type what I heard the Lord saying about these nations. I was amazed at all He had spoken to me. Then this morning I ran across a Benny Henn clip about Israel and it lined up with the word the Lord gave me days before. I was amazed how the Lord was confirming what He was revealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be wars that will break out and many are crying out for Israel and America because of the Middle East situation and there will be another who will partner with the Middle East in the attacks that are about to come. The Lord spoke to me and said the Victory will be for Israel. Now to share a little about this will bring me to a bigger point I am trying to make here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the word of God in Eph 6:12 The Lord says,"the battle is not against flesh and blood but against Principalities and the rulers of darkness in heavenly places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want the enemy to be defeated and in this day and age we don't look at the enemy as the scripture above we look at the enemy as being a nation, since it is a nation rising against us as a nation. True in the reality of things it is a nation that is trying to bring war against us, but we need to come back to Eph 6:12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a Russia friend of mine who's heart is grieved by her own nations decisions and her own nations doings. I sat and talked with her this morning and she shared with me how the Government is treating foreigners now.Tears welled up in her eyes as she deals with these things almost on a daily bases.When people come to visit the center here in Russia from another nation she has to deal with the police and the immigration people to make sure the people coming here will not be taken away. We have one lady here from America who has to meet with the police next week to see if she can stay in the country. As I was talking with her my heart immediately sank.The Lord began to speak to me as she got up to leave to take a man into town to get His papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, Often His people are so caught up in the enemy of a nation instead of the enemy of the air like Eph 6:12. We as Christian's pray out of the flesh instead of the heart of Christ. We pray for the victory of a nation instead of the innocent lives of a nation that will be taken through bloodshed. In other words there are victims in every nation because of the Governments choice to start a war through the principalities of the air above that nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every country people fall victim to their circumstance it is not their fault that their countries do these things.So we as Christian's need new glasses. I am not saying all Christians do this but I am saying I have personally seen allot of this happen in the church. I will admit at one point I had the same mind set until the Lord convicted me of such thoughts.I had to really repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russia people are beautiful, and the Middle East people are beautiful. These people are Gods treasures.  He created them in his imagine. Did God not say," I have created man in my own image. They are all His children and treasures. Again we do not fight against flesh and blood. God said,"He cast Satan out of Heaven and all the fallen angels. Did He not say, in the book of revelation that He was going to unleash the enemy in the end days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this clear.It is not our place to war against the principalities it is our Fathers job to do those things. We are cry out to Him who created the universe to break off the Principalities over the nations. There is wisdom when it comes to spiritual warfare over nations. He knows these things and is waiting for His people to humble themselves and pray and cry out to Him for the nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started 24/7 prayer here in Russia praying over nations please join us in the spirit as we do this. Our heart is to see the Lord move against these dark powers and His Glory be released into these nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5447983241715101779?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5447983241715101779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5447983241715101779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5447983241715101779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5447983241715101779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-friends-and-family_19.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sjxe_ofSk9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/RUIyctGzf4I/s72-c/HGA+school+Russia+6-17-09+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-7097596232869347108</id><published>2009-06-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:39:11.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SjMan9DMtdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/64-v3kZHwCs/s1600-h/HGA+school+Russia+6-9-09+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SjMan9DMtdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/64-v3kZHwCs/s400/HGA+school+Russia+6-9-09+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346646456324109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                        Hi my friend, and family.  6-13-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I must say the school has been so amazing. In every meeting the Lord has showed up and is wrecking the students hearts with His tender love and mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have only been here for a week and God has moved so much in the lives of the students and He just keeps showing up in the meetings every time. I am in awe of watching this as lives get so changed by His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;It was my turn to teach the students yesterday,and the Lord showed up as I shared His heart about the  things that keep us from entering into His presence. I shared about my past and  the junk that I had inside me that the Lord had to strip off so that I could  enter into intimacy with him. It was a powerful message. The students where on  the floor just weeping before the Lord as His fire of Love came down and touched  each one. Gods presence so filled the room and God was doing major healing in the area of un forgiveness, and in healing hurts and pains, and addictions. I stood there  watching God move on the hearts and lives of the students just in  awe of the work He was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today we do outreach with the students downtown here in Armavir. I am excited to see how the students move in the prophetic as most of the students are Baptist, and they are learning for the first time how to move by the spirit in the prophetic realm. Some got filled with the Holy spirit for the first time last Tuesday it was precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God is so good. Well I am getting off here and need to get ready for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you and please keep holding me up in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-7097596232869347108?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/7097596232869347108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=7097596232869347108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7097596232869347108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7097596232869347108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-my-friend-and-family.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SjMan9DMtdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/64-v3kZHwCs/s72-c/HGA+school+Russia+6-9-09+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1270014185609393292</id><published>2009-06-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:56:07.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Si26PlldVhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5bInhXfck6E/s1600-h/First+day+of+HG+school+Russia+6-8-09+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Si26PlldVhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5bInhXfck6E/s400/First+day+of+HG+school+Russia+6-8-09+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345133109708674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                     Our first day of the HG Russia school  . 6-09-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yesterday was the first day of class for the students. Our Beloved Father showed up and desired and longed for intimacy with the students, His presence was sweet and just moved in and through each one of us changing and transforming hearts. It was so beautiful and I was in awe watching what He was doing and what He was saying to the students, myself included as always a student in my Beloved.It is amazing how He shows himself as the beautiful King that He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Paula has such a gift of flowing in Him and is always allowing His presence to move amongst those in whom He is touching so tenderly. I watched as I saw the shadow of Angels in the room stirring our hearts and preparing us for the fire of His love to invade those in whom he desires intimacy with. Words can not describe the beauty I witnessed before me in the room yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It has been a long time since I seen and felt His presence like that so sweetly,so tenderly, and such Beauty before me.I longed for it and desired it as I too was being stirred. This group of students have a hunger for our Beloved and it causes the atmosphere to shift and draw upon heaven to come down and it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well today is another day of meeting and seeing what our Beloved is up to as He again releases his Angels to come and release what he has for each and every precious one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Myself on the other hand am dealing with major jet lag and I am praying my body will line up and subject itself under heavens alignment this day. I pray for a day of grace to walk through it just as the days before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Blessings from Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jeanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1270014185609393292?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1270014185609393292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1270014185609393292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1270014185609393292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1270014185609393292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-first-day-of-hg-school-russia-our.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Si26PlldVhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5bInhXfck6E/s72-c/First+day+of+HG+school+Russia+6-8-09+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5430697961040249008</id><published>2009-06-07T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:51:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to Russia,at 4:10am yesterday morning and it was a two hour drive to where the ministry house and school was. I was so tired but could not resist looking at the beauty of the countryside as we were driving. I enjoyed the sun as it rose and just could not believe I was finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was filled with excitement I kept asking the Holy spirit to reveal His heart to me over Russia and what His desire was for me being here. I Kept hearing one word and it was healing. I believe the Lord is going to release healing over my life personally and He is going to change my perspective on the way I have seen things in natural over nations so that I would be able to be effective in Him to release His heart out of His perspective of How He sees Russia and the Middle East. I am to have an open mind and an open heart to receive all that He has for me here.To be a student before Him seeking and serving Him as I serve others here in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the staff got together with the students and we prayed over the school room and they welcomed the new staff members, myself included. I am the only American here besides Connie who is long term staff here. The  students and staff members here prayed over me and  it was the most sweetest presence of the Father through them as they loved on me and received me with open arms. They have such hearts to love and are very affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting is this, When ever I am in another Nation the spirit of prophecy just flows naturally as if a cap was taken off and the floods gates opened as the Holy spirit releases His heart to the people here. It was like that in Africa as well both times I had went. He seems to fill my heart with His love for the people that everyone who is before me my heart beats for them just like my Father in heaven beats for them, that when a prophetic word is released through me it is straight from His heart  that is becomes so effective in their lives that it changes them and brings healing to them, or that it frees them to receive all that our beloved Has for them, and it just encourages them in Him.I am in awe of my Beloved Jesus and even more of what He will do here in me and though me and those precious ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula is the founder of this ministry here in Russia. Paula is from England and one day the Lord breathed on her and gave her a heart for the Russian people, she stepped out like Heidi Baker did for Africa, and started the ministry in Russia in an area where war was taking place in Russia many years ago, and reached her hand out to help those who suffered from the war through the power of Jesus Christ. She actually got thrown out of that area of Russia because her life was threatened because she was bringing Jesus the healer to the Russian people. So she moved here to Armavir Russia,and set up a ministry, "called Living Waters Russia." She brought those who died spiritually and emotionally back to life in and through Christ through His healing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet Paula in Africa as we were both students in the Mission school there. We did a three week outreach at the end of mission school, and Paula and I had become close through the time in the bush we had allot in common with our past and we both seemed to have had this connection through Christ. Well Paula asked me many times over the last few years to come to Russia to minster to her family here. Well now I am finally here. Paula receives the prophetic word with open arms as she knows me and my heart for Gods people and it is an honor to be here under her and this ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie was also with us in the bush in Africa on our three week outreach. Connie is from Texas and the Lord connected Connie and Paula in Africa,The Lord called Connie to serve Paula in her ministry and walk beside Paula as a friend, and it is neat to see how the Lord works through them to serve not only each other but those in whom He trusted in their care. Connie is such a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a little of what is taking place here, and I am excited to bring more to you as time develops and the days pass. Last night the Lord released allot of prophetic words and now we get to sit back and watch them unfold before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many love and Blessing sent your way from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5430697961040249008?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5430697961040249008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5430697961040249008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5430697961040249008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5430697961040249008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-friends-and-family.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1602720876671469086</id><published>2009-06-01T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:12:39.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SiSrsgXKxfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2njk1_QP8iU/s1600-h/Jeanie+new+hair+style+5-22-09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SiSrsgXKxfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2njk1_QP8iU/s400/Jeanie+new+hair+style+5-22-09+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342583839057954290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to my Blog where I will be sharing what the Lord is doing through my life during this mission trip to Russia and the Middle East. I am excited to see lives transformed and touched by our Precious Beloved Father who's Heart Beats for each one of His children in these nations. I am on a journey of the unknown in my sweet Beloved Jesus. My desire is not to go to just have  an experience but to go to be effect for His Kingdom. My desire is to release His Heart Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who desires to go on this journey with me. Thank you for your love and support through prayer, and intercession, and for the of seeds you sowed so this journey in our Beloved could take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep continuing to come to this page from time to time to catch up on the latest in what my PAPA is doing in my life and the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again thanks to all of you and many Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1602720876671469086?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1602720876671469086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1602720876671469086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1602720876671469086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1602720876671469086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-my-friends-and-family.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SiSrsgXKxfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2njk1_QP8iU/s72-c/Jeanie+new+hair+style+5-22-09+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6383134876190969954</id><published>2008-11-26T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:28:37.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SS2GMlt1YaI/AAAAAAAAALM/MQI4OqeR114/s1600-h/6954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SS2GMlt1YaI/AAAAAAAAALM/MQI4OqeR114/s400/6954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273018289561624994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;These precious wemen taught me how to worship and praise and to just gaze upon His beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11-17-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a room filled with worship and praise as weman danced around to the sound of their lovers heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the floor not sure of what was happening around me but couldn't wait to see what had yet to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I could see white clouds fill the room and the aroma of his presence consumed me and I was not sure what this all could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was new to the things these weman held deep in their hearts this secret  they had, I had yet to discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this special lover that romanced them and captured their hearts that all they wanted to do is to  just be with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would watch intently as some would weep and some would keep singing while others would dance as if it were the last romantic dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was not by chance the Lord had brought me there where all these ladies just longed to be with their beloved king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see something was happening to me as I sat in the presence of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1227720190_1"&gt;true worship and praise&lt;/span&gt; and I gazed into the eyes of the one they all loved and adored for the first time, and my heart was captured that I soon began to dance and be romanced for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turned into weeks as each day we would meet there was a move that was so unique in the presence of the one I had come to know so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed for each time we gathered together to see what he would do next in a moment of worship and praise by the ladies who just loved to gaze upon His splendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young and tender in the things of what these precious ladies knew, but through their love and grace they made room for me in their special meeting place, to teach me how to seek His Holy face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This became my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1227720190_2"&gt;secret place of worship&lt;/span&gt;, this became my refuge and my strength ,where I began to grow and come to know the one they loved in such a glorious place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faces would shine like the sun because they gazed upon the beautiful one and beheld his beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Worship and praise became the key to unlock heavens door to pour out his love that set me free and brought healing to the deepest parts of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wemen were the ones that truly laid at his feet and sat in the seat at his right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They did not come in with a plan as each day they would meet they would just show up and see as they praised and worshiped and let him be in charge of what he wanted to do in that moment in the way he wanted to move across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I began to bloom even more through every women in the room that gave me apart of who they were through that time and season of seeking Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wemen helped me grow and I do not know if they knew that they touched my life in a special and powerful way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say it is because of these special weman teaching me his ways in how to just gaze has changed me and all of my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                         Dedicated to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Judie Waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Marie Edwards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;                       Jeanine Bartley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6383134876190969954?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/6383134876190969954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=6383134876190969954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6383134876190969954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6383134876190969954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-precious-wemen-taught-me-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SS2GMlt1YaI/AAAAAAAAALM/MQI4OqeR114/s72-c/6954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-864665363171272391</id><published>2008-09-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:26:37.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SMBfbtOdUkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TLGrtwWxMKY/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A word the Lord gave me over this election 9-04-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have caused my church to wonder, as I have not answered the question who shall be president? Seek me, know me, and see what I shall do in the final hours as history takes on its form. I have made a covenant with my bride this nation will turn back to go forward. What is change? You must go back before you can go forward for change to come about saith the Lord. The old has to marry the new to bring forth life of change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For I know the true hearts of man and I see and have formed the inner most parts of my anointed ones that is waiting their final hour of result. Watch what I do America, you will say is it him and it is her or is it him and him? Seek me, know me for I am the one who sits upon the throne saith the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just as my people sought after a king for their Nation in my word, you are seeking a king for yours and you have forgotten about me who is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords over all Nations why do you look to man for the answers for I am the answer saith the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Why does your dependency lye on other nations why is your dependency not upon me?” Am I not the one who has supplied all your needs and am I not the one who protects and directs your every step America wake up and seek me, know me saith the Lord.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You say we see only a circus stirring about just wait for the suddenly that is about to spring forth through this election you haven’t seen anything yet America! “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Keep your eyes on me for what may seem may not seem anything at all. America get on your knees seek me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;know me, for there is a storm brewing have you not seen it over the Gulf and now it will come upon the Carolina’s it may look like it is going one place but then will turn and go another direction so shall this election saith the Lord.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord spoke and I just wrote it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jeanie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-864665363171272391?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/864665363171272391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=864665363171272391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/864665363171272391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/864665363171272391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/09/normal-0-word-lord-gave-me-over-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SMBfbtOdUkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TLGrtwWxMKY/s72-c/IMG_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4365375077759928728</id><published>2008-08-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:34:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SKCvyhI31fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FdQAF9rJvYc/s1600-h/Jeanie+8-11-08++redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SKCvyhI31fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FdQAF9rJvYc/s400/Jeanie+8-11-08++redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376049428420082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;The Angel of purity and Holiness is here to reveal and set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8-10-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A few weeks before I had neck surgery I would cry  out to Holy Spirit and say,” I give you permission to shine your light in my  heart and deal with what is deeply within me that I am not even aware of, I give  you permission to realign me, to reconstruct me so that I would be made pure in  your sight and pleasing to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently since I came home from the hospital from  having neck surgery there was this white angel that showed up in an open vision.  The angel was so white that it was blinding and when it would appear I would  begin to weep. This angel did not speak to me it would stand next to me or when  I would take a walk it would walk with me in silence. When ever this angel  appeared I was undone. I knew this was an angel of purity and holiness that was  a light that shinned so deeply in my heart that it left flames of His fire  burning deeply in me of His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Two days after arriving home from the Hospital, I  was hit from all sides between relationships, my living situation, my health and  the list goes on. I came to the Lord and I wept as this angel again showed up in  the room and I said,” Lord I forgive these people and this situation and please  take this emotional and physical pain away and show me what to do in these  situations that will honor and please you. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This white angel showed up again the next day in  an open vision as I was taking a walk. I tried to get a better look at the angel  because he was so real like a real person was actually walking with me, so I  tried to look into the angels face but it was so bright that I could barley even  see impressions of where the angels lips were suppose to be and where the angels  eyes were suppose to be, then I had to look away as to get the dark spots out of  my eyes from the brightness. As I looked down at the angel’s hand it had a  scroll in it that read Future on it. The angel noticed I got a glimpse of it and  the angel reached out to hand me the scroll, and I was honestly scared and knew  that this scroll came with more responsibility in the fear of the Lord and I did  not know if I could do it. I reached out and took the scroll and the angel  said,” this is not for now it is for the future.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took it and began to open it and it rolled  out like a carpet and the words became a movie I was in the movie with the  angel. I began to see things to come in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not sharing this with you to say oh look at  me and oh how spiritual I am, I am sharing this to reveal something to you in  what the Holy Spirit is revealing to me through this angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The angel then took me to the book of Esther and  began to reveal to me the importance of the treatments of the beatifications she  had to go through to bring her to the point of pureness and Holiness that there  was such a fear of the Lord in her heart that her only desire was to please the  King by asking what shall I wear that will please my King. Oh this was the part  in the book of Esther where I always found myself in tears because she laid her  life down to please her King out of a reverence and a fear through the trials  and the tribulation in her own life that brought her to this place of total  surrender to the King she had come to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Esther 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; So it was, when the king's command  and decree were heard, and when many young women were gathered at Shushan the  citadel, under the custody of Hegai, that Esther also was taken to the king's  palace, into the care of Hegai the custodian of the women. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Now  the young woman pleased him, and she obtained his favor; so he readily gave  beauty preparations to her, besides her allowance. Then seven choice  maidservants were provided for her from the king's palace, and he moved her and  her maidservants to the best place in the house of the women.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Esther had not revealed her people or family, for Mordecai had  charged her not to reveal it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And every day Mordecai paced in  front of the court of the women's quarters, to learn of Esther's welfare and  what was happening to her. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Each young woman's turn came to go  in to King Ahasuerus after she had completed twelve months' preparation,  according to the regulations for the women, for thus were the days of their  preparation apportioned: six months with oil of myrrh, and six months with  perfumes and preparations for beautifying women. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Thus prepared,  each young woman went to the king, and she was given whatever she desired to  take with her from the women's quarters to the king's palace.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; In the evening she went, and in the morning she returned to the  second house of the women, to the custody of Shaashgaz, the king's eunuch who  kept the concubines. She would not go in to the king again unless the king  delighted in her and called for her by name. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Now when the turn  came for Esther the daughter of Abihail the uncle of Mordecai, who had taken her  as his daughter, to go in to the king, she requested nothing but what Hegai the  king's eunuch, the custodian of the women, advised. And Esther obtained favor in  the sight of all who saw her. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So Esther was taken to King  Ahasuerus, into his royal palace, in the tenth month, which is the month of  Tebeth, in the seventh year of his reign. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The king loved Esther  more than all the other women, and she obtained grace and favor in his sight  more than all the virgins; so he set the royal crown upon her head and made her  queen instead of Vashti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;As the angel was revealing to me that no matter  how long the treatments in our own lives of purification may take place, He will  complete it because His desire is to bring you to himself and give you over half  of His Kingdom. Esther had an active part in submitting herself to the dealings  of the King and allowing him to come into those places and rub his healing oils  into those areas that where pain and wounded ness lived in her heart along with  sin and shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;As the angel took me on this journey with Esther  and the King he brought me to the place where Esther matured with each treatment  she went through and in that maturity her life became a laid down lover of her  King and her life no longer belonged to her but to the one she longed to  please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;My prayer to the Lord was,” Holy Spirit help me  honor you and please you in my situations and not out of my pain or anger or  frustrations, in other words show me what to wear in my circumstances that will  please you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The angel began to speak to me as I wept and the  angel said this,” you ask the Father what he wants you to wear but are you  willing to wear the truth, are you willing to wear humility, are you willing to  wear repentance, are you willing to wear prophecy others might not want to hear,  are you willing to lay your life down and be clothed with the Fathers cloths in  what ever situation you may face that will cost you everything? I wept, and wept  because I knew I have come to a place that I love my Jesus so much I am willing  to be laughed at and mocked in the way I dress in Jesus and I also know even out  of experience the pain that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Lord recently called me out of my old church  and placed me in a church that has always had a special place in my heart. As I  had changed churches my prayer was this,” Lord what is my place in this church  and how can I serve you in serving the people of this church.” I was not there  to get what I wanted out of the church but I am there to serve others and I know  in return the Lord does other things. I had told the Lord my identity is not in  prophecy or in being popular, or in any gifting he has so graciously given me,  those things are apart of who I am but it is not who I am. My identity is I am a  daughter of the King of Kings who had fashioned me together and made me into His  image. Jesus always asked the people who do you say I am? Jesus would only say I  am the Son of God I am in Him and He is in me. Jesus never said,” I am a  prophet, or an apostle, or an evangelist, preacher or teacher. He asked Peter  who do you say I am,” and Peter finally answered and said,” You are the son of  God.” Oh I love that because what Jesus did was not who Jesus was, it was in  being a son of the most high. Jesus wore the cloths in certain situations as a  healer, as a preacher, as a teacher, Prophet, as a deliverer, as an apostle,  these were all expressions of who his Father was but the bottom line was He was  His Fathers son like you and I are sons and daughters of the most  high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Esther’s only desire was to please the King it was  not really about the cloths she wore it was the position of her heart of love  that yielded her life to him and her only aim was to honor Him in spirit and in  truth. But the cloths demonstrated the position of her heart towards Him. Her  identity was in that place of intimacy with Him as His beautiful  Bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The angel showed up today again as I was walking  when I came home from church and I wept again as I felt His fire over whelm me  as the angel walked with me he showed me how I did wear the Lords cloths as I  dealt with each situation I was faced with this last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The angel of purity was dealing with my heart in  reveling the truth of Esther’s walk. He is looking for a pure bride one who is  willing to wear the cloths that please the Father no matter the cost. He is  looking for a bride who will love Him and lay her life down to him in total  surrender who realizes that her identity is not in the clothes she wears but in  the relationship she has with the Father, son, and Holy Spirit. She is a bride  who is fashioned to look like her Father and release her Fathers heart into  every area of her walk upon the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;                         The Angel of purity and Holiness is here to reveal and set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SHFvALJh5UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bcQX1IL3pDE/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220075491882558786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He wooed me to the Mountaintop.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7-06-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I saw a shimmering light pass before me and  felt His warm presence over take me as He looked back to see if He caught my  eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I began to wrestle with my heart as He began to  beckon me to meet with Him on a mountaintop a place I once knew some time  ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was the place His healing waters would  flow and wash over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was the place His love rushed through my  inner most being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was a place where I had seen the shelter  of the Most that dwelt deep within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was when He took my brokenness and began  to rebuild and put all the broken pieces back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was the place of self-discovery and where  a new life was birthed out of the love of the Father I came to know and the  reflection of the daughter I became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This was the secret place a place of meeting  with my friend, my brother, my lover, my Father. My husband to be this was the  place I came to love Him who loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There is a new beckoning He said to me as I  trembled in fear from the glory that appeared before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;His eyes pierced me as He began to speak, ”this  is a place I am calling you my bride once again I am resurrecting my love in a  place you once knew.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“ I am wooing you in this hour I am wooing you  to come back into my presence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I am wanting to reveal to you a deeper place of  my love a Holy place a beautiful place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“I want my face to shine upon you once again I  want to embrace you in the secret place.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“I am wooing you my love my bride come and meet  with me on the mountaintop beside the still waters “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“I long for you, do you long for me come and  see me come and meet with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A burning over took me and I began to weep I  had longed for that secret place once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I longed to know His love so much more and knew  there had to be more then what I had already received I welcomed His invitation  and I began to run to the mountaintop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I said as I am running to meet with Him,” oh my  Beloved I have longed for this day to come and meet with you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I have been captured through the wooing of your  heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The secret place is where you will find  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Written By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-3272918686870007941?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/3272918686870007941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=3272918686870007941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3272918686870007941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3272918686870007941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-has-wooed-me-to-mountaintop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SHFvALJh5UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bcQX1IL3pDE/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-3765854493717859274</id><published>2008-05-22T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:44:21.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi, I know so many people who have lost  many that they have loved and we do not know why and are left with so many  questions in our my minds that we do not understand why . I know like so many  others, losses are those times when it seems only time and hugs that get you  through it. So I just wrote this poem I wanted to share with you that I wrote  Dedicated to the Chapmen family and many other families who have lost the ones  that they loved I thought you might want to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No answers to so  many questions why but He hold the keys.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;May 22-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;I look upon the one who carries all the  answers from the broken hearts to the happiest of hearts as he is the one that  holds the keys to all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am but a small child filled with no  answers to any of the questions people ask a powerful God that  they have yet to  encounter in the midst of many situation they may encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flounder around inside my childish mind  filled with endless questions as to why so many things happen weather good or  bad and I find myself so sad deep inside that I can not stop my own tears of  crying in the midst of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king so big so tall who knows it all  holds many reasons deep inside each  corner of his heart even losses a tear or  two even though the plans he says he holds for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself so small crouched down in a  small corner of his palace room in the midst of a big and glorious King who  looks down at me with his big brown warm gentle eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise he reaches down with his  hand to pull me up from the ground I had sat on and said," My child you are not  alone with the sadness you feel inside for I feel it too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear all the prayers coming  through his window I could hear everything from tears to praises and many asking  why did you take my child away, and I could hear his heartbeat with pain and  anguish as tears kept filling his eyes of sadness and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says," I know my child you will  not be  the same and a part of this one you have lost will be with you always but just  know they are not far from you, they are dancing with their shoe upon mine and  when they look down upon you their eyes full of smiles telling you they are all  right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many who are not able to  sleep tonight due to pain that no one can explain except the one who holds all  they keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat before the throne of the  mighty one I heard a heart that heard every tear drop, and heard many cries of  anguish and pain, I saw the look of his face as he turned to me and said," I  intercede day and night for every voice and every tear that falls not one goes  unnoticed they are all my children weather good or bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there with my head held low tears  like streams kept flowing down my face because I too embraced every sound in the  place called the weeping room and there I too laid undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw a vision placed before my eyes  Jesus bent down at a rock praying to his Father asking his Father to let this  cup pass from him of these sufferings to come, then Jesus said,"let your will be  done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I begun to see the pain and suffering  Jesus went through and I realized if he did not walk through this pain and  suffering where would I be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many reasons why Jesus was  taken from his brothers and Mother and today we are free because of  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I laid there undone and felt so  broken I prayed that the lives that were taken would leave behind like Jesus did  a world impacted and changed that gave all the Glory to our King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated with Love to the Chapmen family  and many other families who lost the ones that they loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-3765854493717859274?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/3765854493717859274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=3765854493717859274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3765854493717859274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/3765854493717859274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-i-know-so-many-people-who-have-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1441682052309020411</id><published>2008-04-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:49:41.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SA1azVWGneI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pESxQfnmOQQ/s1600-h/3-26-08+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SA1azVWGneI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pESxQfnmOQQ/s400/3-26-08+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191905783377731042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I woke up this morning at five  o’clock to a little glimpse of a dream. I saw all different colors pouring down  like rain I realized it was anointing coming down. I then woke up going Lord  what is that all about? I then fell back to sleep and was awakened an hour  latter by the Lord singing a poem over me and knew he was releasing a word to  the church so I grabbed my laptop and began to write the words down as he sung  it over and over again. Here it is below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 12pt 0in 3pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you  hear the sound of Heaven coming down? 4-21-08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 12pt 0in 3pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Awake oh sleeper Awake from  your slumber can you hear that sound heaven is coming down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Have you heard the Miracles  going round can hear the sound of heaven coming down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of  heaven coming down souls once lost are now being found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Awake oh sleeper from your  slumber can you hear that sound like thunder it is heaven coming down  those who wore earthly crowns will toss theirs to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of  heaven coming down like rain that beats upon the ground the treasures of  heaven that have been hidden and lost in the darkness of generations will now be  found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of  heaven coming down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of many  waters trickling down it is the spirit of revelation coming down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear that sound it is  heaven coming down awake oh sleeper from your slumber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of a  mighty wind it is the winds of change and a new sound will be found through out  the generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of  heaven coming down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of the  trumpet blowing it is the call awake oh sleeper from your slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you hear the sound of  heaven coming down look around and see the mystery is unfolding and the secrets  are being unlocked by the ticking of heavens clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tic tock, Tic tock, can you hear  the sound of heaven coming down the time is here for the Glory to fall all  around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can you see the smoke! Can you  see the smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Glory’s coming down soon  you will be standing on Holy ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Get ready to hear the sound!  Get ready for the Glory coming down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Get ready! Get ready! Get  ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tic Tock ,Tic tock, it is the  timing of my Holy Glory to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Look around can you see my  Glory can you hear the sound haven is coming down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Written by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1441682052309020411?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1441682052309020411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1441682052309020411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1441682052309020411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1441682052309020411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-woke-up-this-morning-at-five-oclock.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SA1azVWGneI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pESxQfnmOQQ/s72-c/3-26-08+%287%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4200776257661046051</id><published>2008-04-17T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:08:16.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SAgo01xjb0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jE67UvkpTdE/s1600-h/Jeanie+redo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SAgo01xjb0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jE67UvkpTdE/s400/Jeanie+redo+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190443458797727554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lover of my soul has returned to me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;4-17-08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My skin has darkened from the sun beating down upon my broken body from the journey I have traveled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My hair unraveled and tangled while my feet are blistered from my shoes being warn out for so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The song of my Beloved escapes me while my thirst consumes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can see through the sand in my eyes a shape appearing before my weakened state.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Is it fate that someone would be on this same dessert road or is it an illusion from the thirst deep within.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I begin to weep as this man was walking towards me there was a fire he was bringing in his appearance that began to consume the depths of me and I continued to weep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought what is wrong with me is it my lover the one I so longed to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh I began to drown in my tears, as He appeared to get closer to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought oh is it my lover returning to me, the one I have searched for through the mountains and valleys below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it my lover I have searched for in the dessert where I have wandered alone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh is it really you my sweet husband my Beautiful King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you seen me beaten and broken searching for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My precious lover I have longed for this day to be embraced in your arms of compassion and love and wrapped in your tender grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You I have longed for, it is you I have been searching for, it is you I live for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Beautiful King lifted my face up with his tender hand and he said,” My beautiful Queen you have found me your Lover your King.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I turned and said,” You my King are the lifter of my head.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He looked down at my weakened State and said,” My lover my Bride the one I confide in, you stole my heart away at one glance of your eye, look up no more dessert sky, spring time has now arrived.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my Lover my King, “ I drink in your Beauty and my soul thirst no more.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take my hand my beloved Queen and let me sing to you once more as I gaze upon your beauty.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lover of my soul has returned to me and His Heart beats with mine as we dance to a new romance through all Eternity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my Beloved never take Your Spirit from me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written By&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-4200776257661046051?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/4200776257661046051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=4200776257661046051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4200776257661046051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4200776257661046051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/04/lover-of-my-soul-has-returned-to-me_7132.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/SAgo01xjb0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jE67UvkpTdE/s72-c/Jeanie+redo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1495275389800243245</id><published>2008-04-11T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:51:28.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R__O1bWbGMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sGmw5LMN9Us/s1600-h/Jeanie+Feb+redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R__O1bWbGMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sGmw5LMN9Us/s400/Jeanie+Feb+redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188092713024297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keeping our eyes on the promises of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      4-09-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Africa at the end of my three months service to Iris ministries, three nights before I was to leave to come home I went into a trance as I laid down to sleep. I was in this state where I was not asleep and I was not awake. All of a sudden I saw a tiny baby in the center of a wheel and the wheel itself was a storm that circled around the out side of the baby. I heard an audible voice say to me,” Jeanie what are you going to do about the baby in the storm!” I remained silent and would not respond to the voice that spoke because it was the enemy. Then the enemy raised his voice even higher to me as if I were deaf and he said,” Jeanie what are you going to do about the baby in the storm!” Again I did not respond and the enemy got even angrier at me and he raised his voice a third time and it was in high volume this time and he said,” Jeanie what are you going to do about the baby in the storm!” All of a sudden my spirit man took over and my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Said, ”When I see the baby I do not see the storm!” All of a sudden I jumped up right out of the trance going what was that all about!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the last couple of days I kept seeing that vision I saw in the trance and I was like Lord what are you trying to say to me. I had realized he was showing me what state the body of Christ is in right now. He began to reveal to me the true meaning of that trance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The baby in the center of the storm is the promised seed of the Lord in our lives. The enemy often tries to get our focus off the promises of the Lord and tries to get our focus on the storms that surround our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abraham and Sarah came to my mind as I was seeing this vision the Lord kept putting it before me. God told Abraham that he would give him a son. The Lord planted a seed of promise in Abraham’s heart. As we know their human responses to a promise not seen, caused them to bring about an Ishmael. Their focus was on the storm of not seeing the evidence of the promise of the Lord come to pass. Genesis chapter 15 and 16.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know there are many I have talked to who have had storms raging all around them. It is easy to get our focus on the storms then remembering the promises of the Lord over our lives. Jesus could of said,” ok Father get me off this cross it is to much for me I do not like what is happening to me in this storm.” But Jesus embraced the cross because he kept his eyes on the promises of God, and we now benefit from the promise of what Jesus did for us on the cross. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know for myself since coming home ten months ago from Africa I had gone though storm after storm with my health and my living situation and there are many other things that happened in my life. I kept my eyes upon the Lord and placed each stone of each promise he has given me at his alter to remind him of his promises to me. I have a huge alter of remembrance now built before him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know if I have my eyes on my storms that have hit one right after the other I would bring about an Ishmael in my life and not be able to come into the completion of the promises in my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a comfort in knowing there are seeds deep within us that we have yet to see and those seeds are the promises of the Lord but underneath he is doing a deep work and soon we will see the fruitfulness of the seeds of promise spring forth into the manifestation of the true promises of God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We need to keep our eyes on the baby not the storm and soon the storms will blow over and a new day of promise will come forth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written Bye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1495275389800243245?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1495275389800243245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1495275389800243245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1495275389800243245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1495275389800243245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/04/keeping-our-eyes-on-promises-of-god_11.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R__O1bWbGMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sGmw5LMN9Us/s72-c/Jeanie+Feb+redo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-7224681515413543086</id><published>2008-03-21T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:58:03.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R_aybj2Dk3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4VrPasyDq38/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG+3-26-08+redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R_aybj2Dk3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4VrPasyDq38/s400/IMG_0003.JPG+3-26-08+redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185528207511884658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R-P-8T2Dk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aZfm1rldw3g/s1600-h/Jeanie+on+Good+Friday+3-21-08+001.jpg+Redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Vastness of his love. 3-20-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;        The vastness of God what is that, I had thought to myself in a season of pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I wandered around inside my own heart and mind to know what is this place I now sit in I now face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;With my eyes looking up towards the ceiling as I lay upon my bed in a pool of pondering the secret and mystery of this question that rested within my own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I would start to see a glimpses of truth within the compounds of my own mind through the experience of the stillness I have endured over the past several months a place of total silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;My reliance on an emotion always gave me the notion I was in my Beloveds presence feeling his good graces over my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I operated in the gifting and anointing that always told me I was doing something right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Oh the sight of his beauty in a vision told me I was doing all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;But soon I would fight a season I had cried out for in my times of prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;The prayer I always loved to pray take me deep Holy Spirit and let me know the vastness of your love, and allow me to know the time and the seasons in this hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Well my hour approached me in a sea of no movement and just stillness in my walk, and soon I had come to realize his presence completely left me standing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I could feel nothing and I began to experience nothing and anointing and giftings left me in my own puddle of tears not understanding what went wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Not even a song stirred in me or even a prophetic word it was the stillness that deafened me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I struggled and I fought against the quietness that now filled my soul thinking what can I do to get out of this deafening hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Then I began to ponder what I had always been told, do this and do that and soon breakthrough will unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I laid in my bed with my head in my pillow with tears streaming down my face puzzled at this new place I had come into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;In the quietness I pondered the prayers I had prayed in the past at last it echoed through my mind and it became quite loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;“Do you know what season you are in?” I asked myself and realized I am in the season of death to all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;I had done nothing wrong it was a new song being played out in the sea of silence a song that love goes beyond emotion and works or even words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;The vastness of my Beloved Fathers love is not a word or works or emotion it just exists in who I am in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;When that kind of Love flows in a place of silence it is an acceptance being formed deep within the womb of your own heart of a love you cannot fathom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;The Vastness of His love is what only forms in the place of silence a place where all things are put to death it is then you come to realize he loves you for just you and you can rest and embrace that season, it is the true meaning of be still and know that I am God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;The vastness of His love I have come to know is the true place of rest as he continues to process that deeper love in the hidden place he now resides in deep within my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;This is the season of the vastness of His love it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is in a place of just being of total&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Written by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Jeanie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Griggs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-7224681515413543086?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/7224681515413543086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=7224681515413543086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7224681515413543086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7224681515413543086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/03/vastness-of-his-love_21.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R_aybj2Dk3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4VrPasyDq38/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG+3-26-08+redo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-863975728804342542</id><published>2008-03-16T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:45:13.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R93AR1boH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/4hHZLa_u2aE/s1600-h/HG3+Outreach+Team+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R93AR1boH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/4hHZLa_u2aE/s400/HG3+Outreach+Team+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178506559179202370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have come to terms with a death of a vision&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3-16-08&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I came home from Africa I was all fired up to go to the Nations. My life took a whole new direction of where I had felt called to go. I knew I was going to do what I was born to do and that was to travel and learn the cultures and help do missions schools around the world with my Mission School Teacher Leslie-Anne. I was excited because I knew she had an anointing on her life to grow me up in many areas of the mission field. I knew this was apart of my training in the Lord to move on to do what the Lord called me to do and that was to take teams into the Middle East. But when I came home from Africa the second time my life, my vision all came to an end and my world felt like it all was crumbling around me and I was confused if I had heard the Lord right or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not understand why I had to face two surgeries but knew I was to have only one on my foot. It seemed as if I was completely going in the opposite direction of what the Lord placed in my heart and the battles of just trying to hang on to my faith in the middle of confusion. I at first thought did I sin or how did I cause these things to happen to me. My flesh screamed because I did not understand how the Lord could birth such a vision in me to only be taken away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The phases I had faced were unbelievable. At first when I would go to church I felt shut down spiritually. I would flow in the prophetic naturally super natural as if it were just a river flowing from me only to find myself seeing and hearing nothing. The next thing I began to experience was watching everyone around me feel the power of the Holy spirits beautiful presence, and I sat there feeling nothing as if I were in my own world of silence. I no longer wanted to go to church I felt dead to going to church. Then what came next was when I would try and soak in the Lords presence I felt nothing and the music that use to move me no longer moved me. When I would get a prophetic word it did not stir me up at all like it did when I received words in the past. I felt so dead in side that I often felt like I had to pinch myself to see if I were still breathing and alive. My world became completely silent and shut down that I got so frustrated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could no longer hear the Lord, or feel the Lord, or moved in the Lord. I was puzzled and took what I hear all the time in the church circle to heart. We are taught that we need to press in we need to read the word we need to worship Jesus and to tell you the truth I could not even get myself to pray let alone read the word or worship. So I tried to muster myself up to do these things and I realized I was still caught up in the works. I thought I might get some breakthrough if I just did this or that instead of surrendering to the process. This was where one of my toughest battles lied. My flesh screamed at this process because I was fighting it so much out of not understanding why I was at this place to begin with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;When I realized that I needed the religious mindsets put to death in the area of works trying to do something so the Holy spirits presence would return to me. I understood why the presence left me because he was teaching me I did not have to do those things to gain his love it was already there for me. I do not have to perform to gain acceptance because his word already says, “ nothing can ever separate his love for me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I do not read the word for six months, it does not mean I am in sin and if I do not pray for six months does not mean he loves me any less. These are things we are taught to do in childhood do this or do that and it will cause our parents to love us more when the truth is they will love us no matter what we do. Jesus loves me if I do not read his word or if I do not even pray he knows my heart and affections are for only him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had realized I have been dying to the death of a vision for ministry and every other area in my life right now, and my world is silent right now in the Lord but it does not mean I had done something wrong it just means he is doing a deeper work in me and I have come to embrace where I am right now. I have surrendered to the process of the death to a vision and other things in the spirit and know it is only for a season.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;John 12:24 Most assuredly, I say to you, Unless a corn of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone: but if it dies, it produces much fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;Romans 6: 3 Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;1 Corinthians 4: 9 For I think that God has displayed us the apostles last, like we were sentenced to death: for we are made a spectacle to the world, and to angels, and to men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;2 Corinthians 1: 8 For we would not, brethren, have you ignorant of our trouble which came to us in Asia, that we were pressed out of measure, above strength, insomuch that we despaired even of life: 9 But we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;2 Corinthians 4: 11 For we which live are always delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;Galatians 2: 20 I have been crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life that I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:10;"  &gt;·&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(3, 73, 137);"&gt;Philippians 3: 10 That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;David faced it when he was anointed to be king by Samuel. He went through a season of being in the enemy's camp before he ever came close to being the king of Israel. Gideon faced it when the Lord removed from him all possible hope of deliverance, before he was sent out with just a small band of men. Abraham faced it when he lost all hope of seeing his wife give birth to the promised seed. He tried to keep the vision of Ishmael going, but it had to die before Isaac could be born. Then he even had to die to that, by being prepared to offer up Isaac, the promised seed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the New Testament the Apostle Peter faced it when all his hopes of being the great disciple of Jesus vanished into thin air with Jesus death and his denial of his master. He decided to go back to fishing again. Then Jesus resurrected his vision and gave him an even greater calling. Paul faced it after he met Jesus on the Damascus road. He sat in obscurity for years before he was permitted to get active in ministry. Then he became the great apostle to the Gentiles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jesus Himself faced it when His attempt to minister to his own people, the Jews failed due to their rejection of Him. He stood and wept over Jerusalem. He died of a broken heart. But then He became the Savior of the whole world and not just the Jews.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So you see this concept is well entrenched in the Scriptures. And if you have received a call of God to be used in His work, you can be sure that you will have to go through it before you can enter into all that He has for you.  It is painful and frustrating.   But when the resurrection comes you will be glad that you went through it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I pray this helps some of you who are going through the same things. Just trust and know you have not done anything and believe me if you did the Holy spirit would reveal it to you because he loves you so much. When I realized I was dying to everything it helped me surrender to the workings of the Holy Spirit and what he is doing underground and resting in it and knowing by faith I will soon come out of this place soaring in him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Written By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-863975728804342542?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/863975728804342542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=863975728804342542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/863975728804342542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/863975728804342542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-come-to-terms-with-death-of_16.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R93AR1boH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/4hHZLa_u2aE/s72-c/HG3+Outreach+Team+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1132434523030422850</id><published>2008-03-08T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:45:25.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R9LpPlboHxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VI-Vx__PXNY/s1600-h/Pic%27s+of+me+and+pic%27s+of+Judith+and+Nore+014_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R9LpPlboHxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VI-Vx__PXNY/s400/Pic%27s+of+me+and+pic%27s+of+Judith+and+Nore+014_1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175455375757418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Jesus in the wilderness 3-8-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I beheld the vision of the one that shined like the sun before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I could see the forty-day wilderness he had traveled while living upon the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He was faced with temptation from the dark shadow of the evil one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He begun to speak with the mighty force of the winds that sent the words of deception back to the dungeons from which it began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was then I saw another form of lies that swirled around the beautiful one that caught my minds eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The enemy was planning a scheme of things not seen by the natural eyes of the hearts of man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was the plan of causing the man in Jesus to act and to perform to a deception of the word laid out before him from the liar himself by saying, “ jump off this highest peak.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jesus tuned around and began to speak with the winds of truth through the relationship he had with His father, “The scriptures says do not test the Lord your God!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I stood there watching the scene laid out before me the testing the trying of Jesus himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I couldn’t help but recognize this place Jesus faced and have seen it in many of faces of the ones who chose this wilderness path that leads to its great reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There is something to be said in this desert place my precious Beloved faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have chased after answers of why or how did I get to this wilderness place and have been faced with the lies and the deception of the works I should do to get me out of this silent place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have been tempted by the shadow of darkness and I have been tried in the area of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have come to realize in this place to embrace the peace and the stillness of the one who is working deep within my heart even though I see nothing, I feel nothing, I am experiencing nothing, and I hear nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The one like the sun just stayed in that wilderness place feeling shut out of heavens beautiful warm tender embrace knowing this place will not last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The one like the sun shined so brightly as he was tried and tested and purified in that place of the wilderness he gladly embraced with out works but just being and resting in that secret place of his fathers loving grace walking by faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My eyes were opened to see no works are needed and there is nothing wrong with me to bring me to this wilderness place those are just lies I had faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I put satin in his place just by embracing and resting in his loving tender arms of grace standing on faith out of that secret place of waiting to be awakened from the deep work he did within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Written By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R9LpPlboHxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VI-Vx__PXNY/s72-c/Pic%27s+of+me+and+pic%27s+of+Judith+and+Nore+014_1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5497187154232131674</id><published>2008-03-04T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:47:27.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Angels appeared with scrolls in their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; 11-26-07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In church I felt a beautiful presence as I stood worshiping my sweet beloved with hands held high.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I let out a deep sigh as I opened my eyes to see angels appear above the heads of His people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I looked closer at these Angels as I saw a golden sash about their shoulders draping down to their waists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;White was in the middle of the gold sash with writing on it in gold that said,” messengers of the most high”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I asked my Beloved what is happening in this place and could feel the blood rush to my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Inside the Angels hands were scrolls tightly fitted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My heart fluttered with excitement as I watched the angels drop a scroll inside each person and it began to absorb to fit the form of each person’s body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;What threw me next as I looked up a huge scroll came down from heaven and unfolded like a carpet through the center of the church isle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I smiled as I saw blue prints written in blue ink on the carpet laid out before us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I saw the Father wave to us to come boldly to him walking on the carpet of written blue prints.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As the church began to walk down this carpet it turned into a crystal blue river of revelation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I asked my sweet Beloved,” what does all this mean.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I heard a small voice say to me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“The words are already written inside my peoples hearts and now I am going to reveal to them how to walk out what I have already placed within them.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I watched as people began to walk out what they were destined for as they walked on the carpet of the River of revelation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Written By&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5497187154232131674?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5497187154232131674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5497187154232131674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5497187154232131674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5497187154232131674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/03/angels-appeared-with-scrolls-in-their.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1136807298843154129</id><published>2008-03-04T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:47:51.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Man In The Blue Robe That Meet With Me In A Dream&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;3-3-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I saw a man in a glorious blue robe walking towards me as I closed my eyes to rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I felt possessed by his beautiful fiery eyes that captured me and thought is this a dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;It seemed as if he had a message for me in the midst of feeling like it all was just a dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;He would bring to me a vision of a message that needed to be told it was a word of knowledge that was about to unfold be fore me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I could see he was in a hurry so I scurried about to compose my posture as if I were standing on holy ground that I felt surrounded me as His presence drew near.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I had this fear as if I would buckle under such a glorious power that came from this man as he walked towards me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I could see revelation in the eyes of such beauty that pierced through me it was as far as the eyes could see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;He stood in front of me holding me up as I continued to search his eyes that were full of revelation a story that was being told with out a word even spoken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I saw a church full of vision and full of promise but what was lurking deep with in his glorious Bride was a church not unified.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;It was then I was so mystified that I confided in the one that stood before me searching to see if I saw what he saw deep within the eyes of His own heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I started to speak but fumbled to find the words and then I head his whispering voice answer the question I could not bring forth through the tripping over of my own tongue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;He searched me and as he opened his mouth a river gushed forth and with in the river I saw words dancing as if they were alive and breathing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I could see what was written before me on this sea of glass that flowed like a river and it echoed as if they were spoken like thunder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;In the inner depths of me shook as I took another look and read these words,” The church is going after the vision of ministry but for getting me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I pondered those words that I read dancing upon the crystal sea puzzled as he continued to stare at me as I stood there trying to grasp the true meaning of the words placed before me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Then the revelation all of a sudden hit me as I watched his words dancing again in front of me, “ My bride is not unified through relationship with one another, instead they are tripping over each other as they run after the churches vision of ministry, “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Tears filled these eyes of such beauty and my heart began to get heavy as I fell to my knees and cried out for his mercy to fill the church and to bring back relationship with one another so that we could run after the vision of ministry together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;This man of glorious beauty and wonder bent over to see if I would bring His word back with me from the river that over took me to speak it forth into reality with in the walls of a Glorious Bride to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;All of a sudden the radiant man in the blue robe disappeared and I found myself awaken from the dream in the stream of my own puddle of tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Written By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1136807298843154129?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1136807298843154129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1136807298843154129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1136807298843154129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1136807298843154129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-in-blue-robe-that-meet-with-me-in_7453.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-2049356889211234151</id><published>2008-03-04T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:48:09.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It is the act of surrender to the response of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;obedience to the process." 2-13-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I sat and pondered of the journey that lies ahead not understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;the process my body and feet has to endure on a path I will have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;to embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; The different soils of the ground I travel has yet to be discovered in the atmospheres that lie ahead of me will show what truly is deep with in my own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I drink deeply my own thoughts of how it is to be when I hear a strong voice say to me so tenderly," your thoughts are not my thoughts, your ways are not my ways."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; In a daze of the words that passed before my ears left me standing in a place of deep wonder of his truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;My youth and immaturity has passed away as each day I discover another journey down a path of new soil and new surroundings that brings me into a deeper place of maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I cannot run back to a place of the past and I cannot run ahead because I know nothing of what that might take or bring me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; All I can do is sit and wait upon the one who goes ahead of me to prepare me for tomorrows journey of new revelations with my feet covered in a new soil filled with another atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I wonder mysteriously as I scratch my head why I am always left wondering which path I will now come to know through life's ups and downs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; A frown covers my face as I try to grasp my own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I hear a voice that sounds like many rivers and my thoughts escape me at that moment when I turn and look upon the face of many answers to my humanistic questions that life brings and I feel so small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I realize after all I know nothing when I look deep within his beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The path a place full of questions and the journey of discovering what really lies within the heart, another process of my humanistic responses of the flesh that he so gladly puts to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; After all he is God and I am not the more I know I become smaller and he becomes taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer after he finished the process of writing on my heart through the paths I travel and the new journeys I discover and the soil covers my feet of spiritual response, and I become smaller and he becomes taller through my own flesh being put to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I asked How does this happen and his response was, "it is the act of surrender to the response of obedience to the process." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Written  By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-2049356889211234151?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/2049356889211234151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=2049356889211234151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/2049356889211234151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/2049356889211234151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-act-of-surrender-to-response-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6282708198806191753</id><published>2008-03-01T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:48:29.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoTitle"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who holds the keys?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3-01-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lay here and ponder David’s life a man who was not afraid to be real and raw with his emotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I find myself not so different from him weeping one moment and rejoicing the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was perplexed how David never played the Super Christian but was free to express who he was in the moment and not pretended who he wasn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This does not show me the weakness in David but shows me his strength and his great Character because showing who you really are takes more strength then pretending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I was laying here in the quiet pondering these thoughts what caught my attention about David he was never afraid to reveal his true self but in the midst of it all he was rejected like you and I even from his closets companions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I reflected on how many people I had seen struggle to keep up an appearance to make clearance with people and leadership in the church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The energy that must of took shook me as I struggled with what I saw before me and how I grieved for the one who had yet to see they are to be the one he created them to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is amazing how we our selves give the enemy the keys to our own captivity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When David was real in who he was weather rejected or not he held the keys to his own freedom and the Lord always moved on his behalf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I ponder this mystery of David’s relationship with His beloved Father because God said,” David was a man after his own heart.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;David choose not to be apart of a life of lies pretending to be something he was not but to be what he was in whom he was in Christ Jesus a man of flesh and bone full of mistakes and weakness that caused him to be vulnerable before man and God this I believe caused His Father to favor him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I know we hold the key to our own freedom to be released from the pretending to be something we are not, and it is in the freedom that we stand in our own weakness before man and God that will cause his light to shine upon us for the World to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The question is who holds the Keys the pretending or you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Just pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6282708198806191753?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4946387620501800310</id><published>2008-02-29T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:48:46.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Dessert path.  2-12-08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; was walking down this dry dessert path hoping to find a resting  place from the harshness of the sun that beat upon my face and the blistering of  my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I knew my journey was not yet complete and prayed that my feet  could handle the rest of the long road ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I sat on a rock and tilted  my head down to rub it with my hands and I mumbled oh Lord how much further do I  have to go in this hot sun that has caused my skin to burn and my body to  weaken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not a word was spoken to answer my question silence filled the  dessert air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to lift my head and I caught a glimpse of the sun  going down and when I stood up on my tired and weary feet, I could see ahead of  me on this dessert road a rugged looking man staggering along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gleam  filled my eyes with wonder, wondering who is this man walking ahead of  me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see I no longer walked this dessert road alone and curiosity  caught the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to fallow this man of a tall build  and of great stature and my mind entertained thoughts of who this man could  possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see he was plain just like me on the way to  somewhere but not knowing where that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey that seems to be  filled with long and weary days and nights where you feel so beaten and broken  from the sun and yet it is so full of adventure and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a  voice come from the man I had fallowed for miles he said,” come along with me  the beautiful one I see fallowing from behind me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was captured by the  strong voice I had heard and I ran to meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me  and said, ‘ you thought you where all alone on this dessert path that you felt  led to no where, but I have always been here beside you guiding you, leading  you, providing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he knew my inner most thoughts as he spoke  to me tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my knees and said,’ why do I feel like I am  going no where on this path and when I think I am making ground and moving ahead  why do I feel like I am push further backwards?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold on tight little  one he said, this is the narrow road you must face before you go any place hold  on to your faith wear my blanket of grace it is here you will see my face in the  most darkest of places.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trials may come and your physical body may  fail you but with me all things are possible and in me is where you will find  your strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is shaken and all is taken from you nothing will  ever separate me from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see his face filled with the light of  his love as he spoke, this is the road you must travel, the road of endless  mystery and a road of uncertainty a place of process you have come to know so  well, a road of the greatest treasures ever to be possessed, and the road of  destiny that has yet to be discovered, a road that leads to sadness and grief,  but also leads to peace and Blessing, a road of adventure and a road of  hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The road you must travel is the road of faith to bring you to the  place of discovery in who I am so that you can become the one that reflects my  glory in the dry and desolate  places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The road of process is the road of progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Written By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jeanie  Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-4946387620501800310?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/4946387620501800310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=4946387620501800310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4946387620501800310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4946387620501800310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/02/dessert-path.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-9025088855643886505</id><published>2008-02-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:00:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Angel of light that Pierces The Cave of Bitterness. 2-22-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking down this beautiful green path full of flowers blooming in the spring like air filled with the aroma of sweetness when I saw a story unfold in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I began to see a vision before the throne of a beautiful young girl who wandered far away from her church life filled with rivers of wounded ness caused by the reflection of all the rejection she endured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As this vision was poured out in front of me I pondered before the beauty of the king why this scene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The screen of the vision began to change on the TV placed in front me and I continued to watch this young girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The swirling of unforgiveness filled the evening air she breathed in as she began to settle into the cave of bitterness that gladly left her paralyzed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As she began to turn around facing the opening of the mouth of the cave there stood a radiant light that blinded the darkness through the penetrating light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;His beauty was so bright she covered her eyes from the glare of this presence she knew she could not fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Then a loud voice pierced through the brilliance of the being standing in front of her, “what are you doing here my precious one?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She begun to look away consumed by brilliance and she spoke, I am alone because the church has rejected me because I do not put on a plastic face to please their distaste of me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the angelic presence spoke,” Oh I see, you look inside yourself and see only your wounded ness but what about me and what I see on the outside?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She confided in her limited understanding puzzled at the response from the bright sun dancing in her eyes as she tried to take another look at what stood so beautiful before her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The cloud of beauty spoke,” behold little one who now speaks with the son where is the grace I have placed within you for the other one who has rejected you they too have been wounded just like you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew as I watched the story unfold this is a story to be told to those who have walked away inside the place of the cave of bitterness with others who have been displaced by rejection too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Then a soft voice of beauty filled the musky air,” it was I who placed those friends there that have rejected your rawness and who caused you to feel you had to put on a fake smile and stance.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This being of white light filled the thoughts of the young girl as she tried to grasp what this glorious man was trying to say then he began to speak again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I sent them to you to cause you to draw near to me because I want to set you free from the childhood you still embrace of the rejection you now still face.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The beautiful presence wiped the tears from her check as he continued to speak,” I have given you grace but some how you misplaced it with those whom you thought rejected you but how do you really know that is true with some of them who really want to be your friend when all you did was really pretend, because of past hurts you endured from childhood and others in the church?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She pondered the words spoken to her by the beautiful one and knew his words were true as she looked around the cave and saw the many faces of her own reflection of that same rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She stood up and as I watched I could see she was ready to fall on her knees and allow the beauty of his presence to consume the places deep within her heart of childhood-wounded ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I saw a vision with in a vision as I sat on the Throne room floor of this story being told, the young girl who was so wounded and rejected became a women of great grace in the face of the ones who rejects her in the church as she allows it to fall off her back and remains true to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She sees the faithfulness of the one who she met in the cave one night and he surrounds her with the friends who love and embrace the uniqueness of who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I can still hear the voice of the radiant one say,” Where is the grace I have so freely given you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Written by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeanie Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-9025088855643886505?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/9025088855643886505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=9025088855643886505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/9025088855643886505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/9025088855643886505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/02/angel-of-light-that-pierces-cave-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-83789397388374901</id><published>2008-02-16T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:31:16.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7dTbG20cHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKnwUVkKArs/s1600-h/Jackie+and+Jeanie+Redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7dTbG20cHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKnwUVkKArs/s400/Jackie+and+Jeanie+Redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167690822593048690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, It has been awhile since I had posted anything on this blog and have left it desolate for awhile now and thought no I need to breath on it again resurrect it so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home now from Africa since June of last year. I must say I did not expect to have surgery even though I knew I was hurting in my back and neck really bad while in Africa. When I came home I ended up having two surgeries one foot surgery first, then back surgery just two weeks after the foot surgery,to say the least I was a little surprised. So my life in the mission field was put on hold. I am still recovering from back surgery I had at the end of August.I am now faced with a third surgery that I was supposed to of had on Valentines Day, but then it ended up getting canceled because I had come down with the flu, so now I will not have that neck surgery until April third so again my life is on hold for another season of resting and recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me this has not been an easy journey and my faith had been shaken though it all, and the reason it was shaken was because it was being built stronger in the Lord through the process of going through all that I have been through in this time. The Lord is looking for one that says okay I am going to love you and I am going to trust you through this and I believe you will reveal what I am suppose to learn though this season in my life. The journey I have traveled is one that is testing and has its trials but I tell you a refining is taking place in me. I know I was called to travel and do the works of the kingdom out of a place of love and passion and compassion that I breath it every day and if I looked at my circumstances now it looks like that is never going to come to pass due to physical issues but when I look at the Father I know this is not it for me. He is really teaching me not to go by how I feel but by knowing who he is in me and the word that says His truth in who I am. He told me that even though I do not feel his manifestations and I do not feel his presence while others around me do, and I am under going so much surgery and pain he is with me and he is covering me in his blanket of grace. He told me in the mission field if I encountered the government or someone getting beaten or killed right in front me how am I going to respond, am I going to respond out of emotion in what I am seeing with the natural eye or am I going to go by what I know of His character and his word,if I go by what I know to be true through my relationship with him and not by my emotions my response will be one of Wisdom and not foolishness that can honestly get me killed. I am growing up in the knowledge of Christ through this season as I come to know him through faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a taste of my journey in him. I wanted to share with you my walk in hopes to keep you up to date on things. I will try and keep this updated once a month. So please come back and check it every now and then. Down below this blog you will see some new pictures of me enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-83789397388374901?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/83789397388374901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=83789397388374901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/83789397388374901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/83789397388374901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-it-has-been-awhile-since-i-had_16.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7dTbG20cHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eKnwUVkKArs/s72-c/Jackie+and+Jeanie+Redo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5955084331096736184</id><published>2008-02-16T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:29:10.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7sCAW20cMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vmyvuu0XQ14/s1600-h/Marie+and+Jeanie+and+Elicia+Feb,+18-08+004.redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7sCAW20cMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vmyvuu0XQ14/s400/Marie+and+Jeanie+and+Elicia+Feb,+18-08+004.redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168727202496540866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8r220cII/AAAAAAAAAEg/hdRPg391md4/s1600-h/Jeanie+Feb+redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8r220cII/AAAAAAAAAEg/hdRPg391md4/s400/Jeanie+Feb+redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168158402797662338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8sW20cJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y0Wb0JpHx3c/s1600-h/Jeanie+Feb+2008+redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8sW20cJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y0Wb0JpHx3c/s400/Jeanie+Feb+2008+redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168158411387596946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8tW20cLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eUH07DSml9I/s1600-h/Jeanie+Feb+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7j8tW20cLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eUH07DSml9I/s400/Jeanie+Feb+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168158428567466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7dSB220cFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cnM0qpmzOmw/s1600-h/Jeanie%27s+pic%27s+July+23-2007+049_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5955084331096736184?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5955084331096736184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5955084331096736184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5955084331096736184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5955084331096736184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/R7sCAW20cMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vmyvuu0XQ14/s72-c/Marie+and+Jeanie+and+Elicia+Feb,+18-08+004.redo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-703167109736948708</id><published>2007-05-19T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:01:01.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry it has been a while since I have written on my blog. I must say the experience here has been very difficult this time around. In the midst of all that has taken place the Lord is always faithful to me. I have gone through a lot and in that place the Lord is transforming me from glory to glory. This has been the hardest boot camp I have gone through and I give God the glory and praise for allowing me to go deeper in Him through it all. The grace of my Father has been my blanket and comfort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have been in Pemba for two weeks now and I have been sick every since I arrived here. It has been a very bad virus and believe me when I tell you it is not like the viruses you get in the US! These virus attack your body and leaves you with sever infection that can damage you permanently. I have hearing loss in my left ear and am praying for complete recovery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have also been helping with getting the school houses ready for the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Missions school here at Iris. So my days have been busy. I came to serve and help Iris and in the midst of that the Lord decides to use me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as a messenger for Him to the ministry so I will also be meeting with Heidi on the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June. If you could please pray for that meeting time and for the Lord to have His way in and through me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am going to fly to South Africa with a friend who is a doctor here at Iris who I was house mates with in the school. We will spend a week just relaxing and spending time with the Lord and then we will fly back to Pemba on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;. This is a time of reflection for me and and to seek my Fathers heart more in the area of what He wants spoken to Heidi. I must say I am looking forward to this break and being with my Beloved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I will be coming home on the 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June and so look forward to seeing you all and catching up with what the Lord is doing in your life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I send my love to you along with lots of hugs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Blessings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jeanie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-703167109736948708?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/703167109736948708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=703167109736948708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/703167109736948708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/703167109736948708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-i-am-sorry-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1389393303376358384</id><published>2007-05-05T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:54:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sorry it has been very hard for me to get to  the internet as I have spent most of my time in the Bush in, Morrumbala , and  Dando, and in Zimbazie. I am now in Pemba and I am able to give you a report as  what has been taking place in my life since I have been in Africa . This will  also be posted on my blog along with a few pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Two weeks prior to coming to Africa the Lord told me to  fast and I did not know why He wanted me to fast but I did it anyway knowing He  knew and that was all that mattered. So when I arrived in Africa I stayed over  night at one of the Iris bases in Zimpato, and I Had to catch a flight the next  day to Qulimane. A few hours after I arrived at the Iris base bombs began to go  off at the military base right next to where I was staying on the Iris base.  Then as we are huddled to the ground the Lord said, “This is why I had you  fast.” I had such a peace I could never explain to you that came from the Lord  as these missals and bombs are flying right by us and hitting some places on the  base. I could hear people scream and terror was all around me and the Lord spoke  to me and said, “It is time to proclaim my word over this base and declare my  word as you intercede. So I told everyone around me begin to start proclaiming  and declaring His word over your life right now! They began to proclaim and  declare the word of God. The visitors were so scrambled and scared I honestly  had no fear and was able to comfort them. The bombing went on for more then four  hours. The people on the Iris base were covered by the hand of God. Some of the  orphans ran off because they were scared but were later retrieved. My friend I  was roommates with in the missionary school happened to be at this base because  she came back long term to Pemba but had to be at that base to get a license to  practice medicine in Pemba and her and I were side by side declaring the word  over the base together when the bombings went off. I was so happy she was there  with me because she is a woman of God who has such authority in the spirit in  intercession and so we were both walking in that through this horrible bombing  ordeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We were told that is was bombs and missals in under  ground bunkers that went off by the heat. It was not until recently I found out  the truth as to what happened and when I did I was both deeply grieved but not  really shocked from what I had seen here in Africa . I had three dreams in a row  before I came to Africa about the Mozambique Government but every time I woke up  I could not remember what it was except the word corruption kept going through  my mind and I would find myself in deep trivial&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in intercession  over the government before I came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First there were the floods that hit then the cyclones  then the floods again hit &lt;span id="lw_1178355769_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); height: 1em;"&gt;Mozambique&lt;/span&gt;  . The Government was not allowing much media attention for the flood victims  because they did not want the money to come in going to the flood victims. They  wanted the money to go to the government. The Government here was trying to get  the UN to not support the flood victims so they tried to draw attention to the  needs of the Government but instead every body was drawing attention to the  flood victims needs anyway. So the Government decided to set off the Bombs and  missals to draw attention away from the flood victims and to a state emergency  so that the money would go to them and their need to rebuild in &lt;span id="lw_1178355769_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); height: 1em;"&gt;Maputo&lt;/span&gt;  and Zimpato. Here they reported a certain amounts of death they even lied in  that and showed more damage with the buildings and the need to rebuild in the  media. There were more deaths then reported. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You ask where did this info come from it came from a long  time missionary who was with Heidi when she met with government officials after  the bombings and they were angry she was helping the flood victims. I was deeply  grieved to know the evil that was behind this tactic of killing their own people  to receive money from the UN and other out side sources. They are going to build  a new Airport in &lt;span id="lw_1178355769_2" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); height: 1em;"&gt;Maputo&lt;/span&gt;  with to me what I call blood money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This country needs your intercession and prayers for the  corrupt Government here innocent people pay the price from this kind of evil in  the land. Every day I have woken up at 3 A.M in the morning and asked the Lord  why you wake me up every morning at 3.A.M I am so tired and the other day He  said, “Read Isaiah chapter three this is what is coming to &lt;span id="lw_1178355769_3" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); height: 1em;"&gt;Mozambique&lt;/span&gt;  in the days ahead. I can not express to you enough my grieved heart for this  nation and the intercession that is needed here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On another note I have for the last almost two months  have been in the refugee camps seeing all kinds of healings from deaf people  hearing for the first time and praying also for the deaf mute and they are  hearing for the first time and speaking. WOW the joy that comes from that is  amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have had some hard training from the Lord in dealing  with seeing and confronting in the area of leaders and Pastors. But the Lord has  given me much so He has required much of me. I have had more physical pain then  before but Gods grace has covered me and kept me. I tell you He has also given  me favor. I was asked to come back to the Dando base for three months and lead  teams in the work relief efforts and in evangelism and to train others how to  lead in this kind of work. I did not feel called to this but I feel called more  to the church then anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is funny this major training course I am on every time  I had been in Africa it is working with the body. It is either confronting the  body or prophesying over the body etc. This last time here it was more clear to  me my heart is with the Bride and help to equip and prepare her for  Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well I must go for now. Thanks for you love and support  through this time it has been very hard for me all the way around but it is the  prayers I know that have kept me. Right now I am in Pemba I got here last night  and will be here the remainder of my stay to help with the Holy Given school I  will be back in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Much love and hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy1bsH5tZI/AAAAAAAAADA/zbXrO2wtcv8/s1600-h/Refugee+Camps+from+Floods.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy1bsH5tZI/AAAAAAAAADA/zbXrO2wtcv8/s320/Refugee+Camps+from+Floods.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061119568562992530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at a refugee camp for flood victims. We are deworming babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy0K8H5tWI/AAAAAAAAACo/34PHXTXNluQ/s1600-h/The+Lady+Who+WAS+Deaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy0K8H5tWI/AAAAAAAAACo/34PHXTXNluQ/s320/The+Lady+Who+WAS+Deaf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118181288555874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lady who WAS deaf, and now healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy0LMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9w2wvAKD7s8/s1600-h/Morrumbala+Work+Relief+Team+With+Wes+Campbell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy0LMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9w2wvAKD7s8/s320/Morrumbala+Work+Relief+Team+With+Wes+Campbell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118185583523202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Work relief team with Wes Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1389393303376358384?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1389393303376358384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1389393303376358384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1389393303376358384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1389393303376358384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/05/l-hi-i-am-sorry-it-has-been-very-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rjy1bsH5tZI/AAAAAAAAADA/zbXrO2wtcv8/s72-c/Refugee+Camps+from+Floods.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-394408998280891334</id><published>2007-04-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:00:36.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all and Greetings from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Blessed to come to the internet to drop you a line as we are about two or three hours away from the town Quelimane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as some of you hard I landed in Maputo to spend the night at the Maputo base and we got bombed and mistles where released from under ground bunkers killing many and injuring many others. I was on the floor with a friend from the school declaring the word of the Lord over the people on the Iris base and on our lives as well this bombing went on for four hours or more. I tell you for several nights after I could not sleep as bombs went off in my head and the heaing of the people screaming as bombs blew up building and lives. But the Lord was faithful and had not killed anyone on the Iris base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew the next day into Quelimane and we had to drive three hours to get to the World vision base so we are in the middle of no where. We have no internet there this is why you have not heard from me. I do how ever have a phone where I can be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived I had no luggage as they were lost for almost two weeks. I just got them a few days ago and picked up my last suitcase today which they broke the zippers on it but was glad to see it. I had to totally trust the Lord for provision of cloth soap every thing and He was very faithful in providing me with what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have visited refugee camps and have seen such poverty and disease here. The warfare has been so hard to press through at times more then I ever experienced with the school. We had a team fly in the day after I arrived and I must say this team was very difficult for me I loved them deeply dispite the opposition we had at times. They just left today needless to say I will enjoy the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE did go to several refugee camps and hundreds are coming to the Lord and the miracles are unbelievable! We had such warfare the day befopre yesterday that stretched me to the limit. We rented two boats to take take rice and beans across the river and when we arrived to get the boats they only had one boat waiting there. Wesley Campbell had been with us for a few days at the time and we ended up saying ok at lease we have one boat and that we would have to take the seveal trip across the river, it is an hour and a half just one way. So we were more interrested in getting the food to the people who had not yet received food since the flood that we are aware of. Well as we were loading up the food they wanted to up the price for the one boat we had finally we said forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to drive along the Zambezi River to the other refugee camps tell we came to one that you could not get over to in a car so we ended up walking an hour to this camp. This was the day every that could did go wrong. But we pressed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the refugee camps I had two boys that came to that were deaf and the Lord opened their ears. I had at this refugee camp that we had to walk to a lady who was deaf mute I prayed for her and the Lord opened her ears and she spoke for the first time, I was in tears because the Lord released her from her prison for the first time. Last night on outreach I told the leader to send to me the deaf because the Lord wanted to heal them one lady with he little five year old boy came to me and He got totally healed and heard for the first time,and the look on the mothers face was priceless. Now the Lord is wanting to heal blind eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are going to Pemba on the 13 of this month because the containers of food have not arrived yet and we can not lead teams if there is no food to give. Heidi asked if I would work in Hospitality for this base which means I would organize the teams that come in when the food arrives and lead them out in the field to preach the gospel and hand out the food so forth and so on. But for now we will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need prayers for trucks to bring the food to where it needs to go. We need prayer for the govenment of Mozambique. I need personal prayer physically,spiritually,emotionally. This trip has been one of the most challenging for me and the highest warfare as well. It seems as if the Lord had veiled my other gifts and growing me in other giftings like healing so forth and so on even learning how to lead teams it is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well much lo9ve and hugs sent your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-394408998280891334?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/394408998280891334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=394408998280891334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/394408998280891334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/394408998280891334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-all-and-greetings-from-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-8603319930093128805</id><published>2007-03-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:59:49.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to another adventure in the Lord as I am off to Africa once more. I did not know the Lord would send me out again only on a different adventure in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know Central Mozambique has been hit with floods etc. I would ask that you will continue to hold up Iris ministeries and the workers sent out to help this releif effort and for Heidi and Rolland as the Lord leads you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both blessed and honored to be sent out by the Lord to come along side Iris to help in this tragedy of Mozamibique,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-8603319930093128805?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/8603319930093128805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=8603319930093128805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8603319930093128805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8603319930093128805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-all-i-am-off-to-another-adventure-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-8069017185265363710</id><published>2007-01-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:47:41.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rao4CA3L4zI/AAAAAAAAACE/BpcchxiVdJY/s1600-h/My+friends+from+Africa+saying+good+by+as+we+catch+a+plane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rao4CA3L4zI/AAAAAAAAACE/BpcchxiVdJY/s200/My+friends+from+Africa+saying+good+by+as+we+catch+a+plane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019886341900198706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  My friends all saying good bye to each other as we are getting ready to leave Africa.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was Blessed to be in Africa and enjoy the other students and watch them grow over the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt; we were all together. The Lord gave me a wonderful &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be apart of what He was doing in Africa and in each one of us that went to the school.This is a time in my life I will never forget. I grew to love every one that attended the school and grew to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the different cultures and also to learn how to preach the gospel in different cultures to reach the very one the Jesus has called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many missionaries go in with their own agendas and forget the very one the Lord wants to love, save and call His own. To me it is very important to study a culture and honor the culture the Lord sends me to so that I am able to reach them right where they are in their own culture. To many times it becomes about us instead of about Him. For me this was a big eye opener and my heart so desires to love and respect my Father in heaven by loving and respecting and honoring  the cultures My Father created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will deeply miss those I spent three months with at the school. I know the Lord has changed all of us in our hearts, in our minds, and our souls, and spirits that we will present more of a deep &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; for others and the one we all love serve and are &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surrendered&lt;/span&gt; and abandoned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just one women who experienced the heartbeat of my Father for this nation and I know His heartbeats for all the nations He has created and He so desires all of us in the body of Christ to experience His heartbeat for them. As we experience His heartbeat for the nations we will find our selves getting out of the walls we call church and become a body to many nations across the world.I know I had forgotten that we as a body are missing many parts of us that make us function completely as a Body and the missing parts are the nations that have yet to come to Him our Beloved savior. Jesus is waiting for His bride to be prepared and complete, He is waiting for the nations to become one so He can return for His bride complete and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lay my self open before you and share my heart. I in the past was worried about the anointing and worried if I would be accepted by others in my church and honored and respected as well. This was stuff I went through before the Dark Night of the soul. When I came out of the Dark Night of the soul I had realized He was enough if I did not have my health,the anointing/ministry and even if I lost every friend or member of my family. It was no longer about me but it was all about Him. In the dark Night I lost everything even right down to my home, my brother &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; along with three other people I loved ,my health failed and I had several surgeries, and my friendships crumbled. I had realized the Lord was getting the world out of me and then sending me into the world to preach His good news and to set he captive free, and heal the sick, blind,crippled and to cleans the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;leaper&lt;/span&gt;,raising the dead etc. This is what Africa was all about for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; told me before I left for Africa this exact statement, " Jeanie it is time to prepare you to get the world out of the church and the church into the world. I can see clearly His purpose for my life now.  I have a heart His heart to prepare the bride to lay her self down and find the one who makes her whole and complete so she can function as one in and through Him. What I mean by this is she will find Her beloved in the face of other nations that will make her complete and whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord gave me a vision I shared with the school while I was there in Africa. Here was the vision I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken in a vision to heaven and as I was in the throne room with Jesus He pointed down to the earth. I saw the whole world  like a map  and I saw every nation separated  by &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt;  and as I looked closer   Jesus  said , " you see  that is my body separated by other parts of the body and when you look up to California that is my head where the ocean is." As I looked I could see this map as His body before my eyes when I looked at the world as if it were a map, I was blown away by what I saw and Jesus began to weep and He said, " Every Nation is apart of me and yet she is broken and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from me." Then the next thing I knew I heard weeping  and a crying out from people from all different nations to the Lord asking Him to send workers for the harvest of these nations. I felt so undone because the weeping was such a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;travail&lt;/span&gt; of the hearts crying out that I began to break and cry out with them. Then I came out of the vision undone for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience in the vision brought me to Africa to truly see His heart that beats for the nations to become one as His beautiful bride should be in untiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outreach team that went deep into the heart of the bush are from all different nations. We came together as one body and worked together to bring the harvest of souls in and  to heal the sick and set the captive free.The Lord honored us because we came along side each other to do what the Lord carried on His heart as one and from that we had seen awesome things the Lord did through us.Believe me it was amazing!! The Lord even started seven new churches through our obedience and unity in Him as one and these were places that never heard the gospel before.We never even thought of starting churches we just worked together as the Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line we need to die to what makes us happy in the flesh and begin to care what is on our Beloveds heart and what He desires. In the word His cry is that we walk in Holy union with him separated and set apart from the world.Walking in Holy union with Him is when we love Him and walk in what is on His heart such as the Nations His bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to all those of you who supported me &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt; and through prayer to make this all possible for me to know more of what is on my Fathers heart for me and for His Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-8069017185265363710?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/8069017185265363710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=8069017185265363710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8069017185265363710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8069017185265363710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-friends-all-saying-good-bye-to-each.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Rao4CA3L4zI/AAAAAAAAACE/BpcchxiVdJY/s72-c/My+friends+from+Africa+saying+good+by+as+we+catch+a+plane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-7314837849386782161</id><published>2007-01-06T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:24:15.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My last post from Africa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Cabo Delgado outreach team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RaAFzEbkIEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjzx1caoHFc/s1600-h/Cabo+Delgado+outreach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017016359811555394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RaAFzEbkIEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjzx1caoHFc/s200/Cabo+Delgado+outreach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and Happy New year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final post as I will be going home in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from outreach a couple of nights ago and I am so exhausted. The other two teams had bases and had people cook for them and maybe did a couple of outreaches but they said they spent most of their time soaking and hanging out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team was awesome!! I had never been on a team like ours before except when I was on the streets. We Were in such unity with each other and when one was sick we all covered the sick person, when one was Struggling we would pick them up love them and pray for them. We covered each other, no matter what no One complained or demanded their own way. I am so amazed and would never trade my team for anything. Our outreach was not easy at all it was hard core like they said it would be. We moved everyday deep in the heart of the bush we put up tents and took them down daily we never stayed in one place any longer then a Day and some times if there were a church us girls would sleep in the churches. We evangelized every Morning and every night we did not get much rest at all as we had to cook for our team and wash dishes move our stuff in and out of the truck every where we went so it would not get stolen all though some stuff did get stolen. We did not have one day of rest but the Lord sustained all of us. We went into several places that never heard the gospel before and witchcraft would take place right at the meetings and we had to deal with drunkards and people who wanted to fight and cause riots. But again the Lord sustained us. All of us got to preach the gospel. I ended up preaching twice and the one place I preached at was one of the roughest places where people were drunk and causing problems and witchcraft was going on. I was the one who preached that night and confronted witchcraft right there in the meeting along with alcohol and drugs, it was amazing hundreds in this certain village came to know Jesus that night as the pastor Josa spoke following me. The Lord moved through us powerfully through the whole outreach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that we had planted seven new churches in these bush areas that had never heard the Gospel. They met Jesus and now they are so hungry to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning our group got together to worship the Lord before we went out and evangelized and the Lord would show up every time and blast us by His spirit to keep us going. We loved our morning times together with our Beloved and so did the Lord having that time with us. I felt the Lord was so pleased by the unity that He just kept filling us, blasting us, and so much Blessing us through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;healing's&lt;/span&gt; that we saw and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;salvation's&lt;/span&gt; that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a team were with each other twenty four hours a day for three weeks, we never had time alone. We were tired a lot and at the end of our selves so the Lord had to carry us through the whole outreach .He was teaching me how to tap into the spirit no matter where I was or what I was doing if I had a second or a minute and in that He would reveal stuff to me.What He was mainly doing with me was the prophetic. Every village that we went to He would show me what He was doing in the spirit or what He wanted to do and I would share them at the meetings and with leadership and He would give me warnings as well and I would share those as well. Or He would give me prophetic words for the pastors etc. I would also see in the spirit where the enemy would come in to hit our team and I would share that so we would intercede.There were only three of us that were intercessors. A few of us of  would anoint the churches and the grounds around the church every where we went if we had churches to stay in which was not often. So it was different then what I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord seems to really be training me more in the prophetic in groups and how to use it and when to use it. Also He has been training me how to confront sin in public settings. So He is doing a whole other shift in me in regards to the gifting of the prophetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new things are taking place in me and I of course had stuff come up myself and the Lord is still dealing with some of that stuff. So it has been awesome to see the Fathers heartbeat in the lives of those He sent us to and in each other. We have grown so close to each other through this experience and we are like a family to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this when we got home the other night they told us that they rented three rooms at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pemba&lt;/span&gt; hotel for us to spend the night and relax because our team did a great job in the toughest outreach. We were shocked that they would do that for us so last night we got to enjoy luxury for a night, yeah Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to digest through this outreach and feel weird about going home. It seems hard for me to go back to life as usual after this kind of interaction with others and in evangelism in the dark places. This has been more then an experience this has been a life giving transformation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need your prayers. I have been sick for two weeks and am flying in a few days so please hold me up in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing you in the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-7314837849386782161?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/7314837849386782161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=7314837849386782161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7314837849386782161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7314837849386782161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-cabo-delgado-outreach-team.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RaAFzEbkIEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjzx1caoHFc/s72-c/Cabo+Delgado+outreach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5580781319518297105</id><published>2006-12-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T05:22:56.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEhYTarqbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B-snCExyAI0/s1600-h/My+two+friends+on+outreach+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012824561652836786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEhYTarqbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B-snCExyAI0/s200/My+two+friends+on+outreach+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEg9DarqaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEloJekTkyg/s1600-h/Jeanie+and+close+friend+Paula+on+on+out+reach2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012824093501401506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEg9DarqaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEloJekTkyg/s200/Jeanie+and+close+friend+Paula+on+on+out+reach2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEfdzarqZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2PPS-XWwKG4/s1600-h/My+out+reach+team+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012822457118861714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEfdzarqZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2PPS-XWwKG4/s200/My+out+reach+team+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on out reach about seven days ago. I can not begin to tell you how the Lord has brought many into the kingdom and the healings we have seen. It has been so awesome to have the team the Lord gave us in each other. The unity we have as a group has been so above and beyond anything I had ever seen. This group covers you when you are sick in prayer and in love and when one is hurting we come along side them and love them through it. We pull together and in that the Lord has really moved through us. I am wonderfully amazed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had come against witchcraft quite a bit and in fact they played their drums all night one night and through the next day until we left. We had a huge battle in that through intercession. Some people were getting sick and I ended getting sick but by the next day we were all ok. It is hard to minister day and night for six days moving daily to different places deep in the bush but the Lord has sustained us by His wonderful grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and others got to preach the simple gospel and we have seen hundreds come to the Lord. We drove home Christmas eve but the truck broke down and we got stuck in the rain until another truck from Iris came to get us, we were an hour away from Pemba’s home base. So we sat in the rain until we got picked up 2:15 AM and arrived in Pemba at 4:00 AM Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tired and a few of us are sick including myself. I have a touch of Malaria and am praying it will not get worse then it already is because we go back out in the bush to minister for nine days straight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercessors please keep us in your prayers daily it is very important at this time for our team!! I will give you areas to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;increased provision&lt;br /&gt;Favor&lt;br /&gt;unity to continue with each other&lt;br /&gt;clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to thank you so much for all your prayers I know they have been with our team as we have come against so many things on these out reaches but the Lord placed the right team to handle the challenges that have come our way. I amproud of each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of it all I and the others have had some things the Lord wanted to deal with inside of each of us. The Lord is transforming me more in the out reaches then in the school. He is doing a deep work and healing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5580781319518297105?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5580781319518297105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5580781319518297105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5580781319518297105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5580781319518297105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-all-we-went-on-out-reach-about-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/RZEhYTarqbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B-snCExyAI0/s72-c/My+two+friends+on+outreach+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-5322167208546865478</id><published>2006-12-16T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:16:13.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well we graduated yesterday and we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ordained&lt;/span&gt; as missionaries. The pastors were also ordained yesterday so it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt; that felt like eternity. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; ) 125 out of 160 graduated. It was fun and it has been hard to say good bye to some of the people that were not staying for out reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before graduation Heidi and Roland did a question and answer time. Heidi shared about an encounter she had regarding picking a brown robe instead of a beautiful colored robe in the throne room and then after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; the right robe which was the brown robe He also gave her the beautiful colored robe. After Heidi shared this vision it hit my spirit man so I shared with her about the dream I had that brought me to the school. Which I think you knew the dream. The dream was when I was in SD. I dreamt that I met Heidi under the worse bridge in SD and she had a brown leather Jacket on and she took it off and told me to put it on and she began to talk to me about the dark places of many nations. After I shared this dream with her in front of the school at answer and question time she came up to me and said take the brown robe!! She said, "take it! Take it!! and she put it around me spiritually the power of the Holy Spirit hit me and I landed on the floor so stuck to the floor ,and Heidi sat with me for a long time but I was so out of it that I was put to bed for the rest of the day.I did not get up until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt; a lady that came and did prophetic worship at our school prophesied what the Lord was showing me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; revealing to me and it so confirmed so much. I am praying that Carter will have her come to our church she is awesome in the spirit and is powerful in worship. I asked her if she would be willing and she said she would love to come and Bless our church.. So there was a connection. I also asked Heidi if she would come and she is to let me know and if she is willing I will talk to Carter about that as well. I also asked Heidi if she was willing to take in interns and she tole me to email her when I get home and see if it will work out. Heidi has not taken interns yet but is willing to see if that is what the Lord wants. So in time I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; is going on and I wish I could tell you more but I would be writing you a book and this is already long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercessors I need your prayers daily for the next three weeks!! There are four teams going on out reach in the bush areas. I picked the team that will be going to the darkest areas. We will be going so deep in the bush areas that we will be in the middle of no where and will be dealing with all kinds of demonic violent stuff. We will pick out tents up and move to different places every two days. We are in rainy summer seasons right now and we will sleep in wet tents and sleeping bags. It will be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt; for each one of us. We will come back for one day which will be Christmas time and then we will leave the next day for the next two weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly out of Africa on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; if all goes well.I miss you all at home and look forward to seeing you. Thank you so much for your Prayers I have felt them please do not stop now. I have the harder days ahead with out reach. Please keep our team in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-5322167208546865478?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/5322167208546865478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=5322167208546865478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5322167208546865478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/5322167208546865478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-we-graduated-yesterday-and-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-8845004369428310746</id><published>2006-12-10T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:28:02.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi and greetings from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is doing so much here in this school with the other students and myself. Often we think the Lord is going to move a certain way and it turns out He likes to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;I have not had a life change experience yet that I know of but the truth is I really will not know until I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here thinking the other students were where I am spiritually but they are not. They are new in the things of the spirit and most of the students are young as well. There are several of us older ones and even they are new to a lot of the things of the spirit. So the Lord threw at me a different thing. I came here thinking I was here to love more and be brought lower before the Lord in humility. But to tell you the truth the Lord has had other plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since I came here the Lords focus through me was to come along side the students and speak and prophesy into their lives and to encourage them. A lot of them would come to me and want to spend time with me and they have been eager to learn the spiritual things of the Lord so I ended up teaching them the Lords ways with out even realizing it until the students told me. My heart has so fallen in love with each student and His heart flows through me to each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have said in the last few blogs my biggest joy is to see them fall in love with Jesus for the first time. My biggest joy is watching them step into prophesy and into the truth of Jesus over their lives etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Lord has been training me here with the students for what He has ahead for me as well and in time I am sure the Lord will reveal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been silent in me through this school. It seems as if I am still walking in the Dark Night of the soul and some things are still dead in me and I know through it He speaks quietly but yet loudly as you will see in the poem below. I will be glad when the season is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to our reach a week from Tuesday please keep myself and the other students in prayer as well. We are going to the worst place here in Mozambique and we will pick up our tents and move them every two days to different places in the bush we are in the rainy season so many nights we will sleep in wet tents and in wet sleeping bags. The place we are going is very demonic and is very violent. We are going in faith that the Lord will move through our hearts to those who do not know Him and that the Lord will release &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt; and salvation as we step out in faith. I am waiting with anticipation for my God to reveal Him self to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be home in one month and can not wait to see you all and give you hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem down below of also what my Daddy revealed to me in the silent moments I experienced here be Blessed as you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-8845004369428310746?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/8845004369428310746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=8845004369428310746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8845004369428310746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/8845004369428310746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-and-greetings-from-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6229925248887980185</id><published>2006-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:24:02.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                        Through the eyes of a child I see the cross. 12-010-06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found myself taking your hand my beloved king  as we walked upon a calm and peaceful sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I then look up to glance upon your tender and bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glorious&lt;/span&gt; face of beauty and see such peace and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You then to my surprise begin to release my hand of comfort from your sturdy grip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of a sudden I find myself standing upon another nation with the eyes of a small child staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sweet beloved I find you are now silent within me and I find myself walking on a rocky and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turbulent&lt;/span&gt; sea of the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I look deep within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; eyes I see a reflection of my savior beaten and broken for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I glance once again upon the little ones face of pain and sadness through the eyes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; I begin to see a river of love through the child to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; eyes of a child I find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prophetic&lt;/span&gt; picture staring back at me, of a man who was beaten and broken and lost everything but all because He loves me from the cross He dared to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remain&lt;/span&gt; silent in me I just look upon a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; face it is there where you speak the loudest to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I see you every where I look through pain and suffering to little arms that embrace me with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Above all else I hear your voice in the silence of my heart a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prophetic&lt;/span&gt; picture of how I am to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; King you can find me at the cross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;that is only where the river of love can flow out from me, lets meet where it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;began&lt;/span&gt;,again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Written by Jeanie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6229925248887980185?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/6229925248887980185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=6229925248887980185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6229925248887980185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6229925248887980185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/12/through-eyes-of-child-i-see-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-884740710827314837</id><published>2006-12-02T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:25:09.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am writing you to let you know what is going on with me since it has been awhile that I have been able to come to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Malaria&lt;/span&gt; and was very sick to the point I was delirious. Last Sunday night I was so sick that my roommate was so concerned I was not going to make it through the night and my behavior was scary to her that she knew I was very close to slipping away that night because of fever and the sickness. Here in Africa you do not have the medical you need to survive like you do in the states.So my life was left in the Lords hands. I went to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; out for the Lord to heal me because I knew He was my only hope. After crying out to Him I was taken into the third heaven and in this experience it was one that was different then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was taken up and in the throne room it was covered with white smoke the angels were singing and playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt; of all kinds. It was like this huge celebration of me coming into the throne room.The  whole school was there dancing and laughing and enjoying being with the Lord.I began to look around because it was so beautiful filled with rich vibrant colors. I said out loud,  "I feel so good I am not sick anymore and my heart does not feel pain. The Lord was sitting in the middle of all of us "watching us dancing and enjoying Him He was like this huge lamp that lite the whole throne room. He had heard what I had said and He said, " You can not stay you have to go back.I turned to the Lord and I said, " Lord I don't want to go back I want to stay." The Lord looked at me again and said, "You are not finished yet you need to go back." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;latterly&lt;/span&gt; argued with God because I did not want to come back. But the Lord told me it was not my time yet. Then I came back into my body woke up for a seconds and felt this heavy presence of the Lord upon me and a peace that I drifted off to sleep and slept the whole night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; healed. I knew some thing in the encounter had changed my life. I had never been in heaven before where I thought of staying there and I had never argued with the Lord about staying there in previouse experiences. This was an amazing touch of Gods healing hand on my life, my roommates were blown away when they woke up the next morningto find me up and washing dishes. I want to thank you for your prayers they have sustained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much going on inside of me and so much the Lord is doing I could spend hours writing to tell you but do not have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on out reach last night in the bush area and the Lord moved we even saw the eye of God in the sky it was amazing!! The Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;healed&lt;/span&gt; a deaf man and I prayed for a man who had bone problems in his arms and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;healed&lt;/span&gt; and his arms straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still finding it hard to live in community as it is hard to find time with the Lord because there is people every where. I at night cry out to just be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our three week out reach we had to chose from four different bush villages to go to. The fourth one Is the most dangerous out of the four of the villages to chose from. I knew I was called to the darkest place so I chose the most dangerous because that is what I am called to the dark of the darkest places. I desire to step out of what is comfortable and step into the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will head out to these outreaches on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of December. I would ask for you to please keep us in prayer as we are stepping out into the dark places and trusting the Lord for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take care and hope to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt; with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers I know they have kept me through the most difficult times with my health and hardships here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-884740710827314837?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/884740710827314837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=884740710827314837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/884740710827314837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/884740710827314837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-writing-you-to-let-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-1248437913966899572</id><published>2006-11-22T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:32:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos from Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/My%20close%20sisers%20I%20live%20with1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/My%20close%20sisers%20I%20live%20with1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My close sisters I live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/My%20close%20sisers%20I%20live%20with1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/Jeanie%20and%20Lindas%20Family%20project%20to%20love%20the%20one.1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/Jeanie%20and%20Lindas%20Family%20project%20to%20love%20the%20one.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/Jeanie%20and%20Lindas%20Family%20project%20to%20love%20the%20one.1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda and Jeanies project "Love the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/My%20close%20guy%20friend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/My%20close%20guy%20friend2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeanie's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/My%20family%20I%20feel%20in%20love%20with2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/My%20family%20I%20feel%20in%20love%20with2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/My%20Cosa%20Family3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/My%20Cosa%20Family3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Cosa family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/Jeanie%20and%20Lindas%20Family%20project%20to%20love%20the%20one.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-1248437913966899572?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/1248437913966899572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=1248437913966899572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1248437913966899572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/1248437913966899572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/11/photos-from-africa-my-close-sisters-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4724394160962139897</id><published>2006-11-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:26:43.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing fine and learning so much let alone the Lord breaking me into pieces. So much happens daily that there is never enough time to write it all down because it would be a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to minister cross culturally has really broken me and brought me to repentance for myself and for the Western churches. One night after I wept before the Lord and repented the Lord gave me a word and the very next morning I woke up at 4:00am and went right into a vision where my spirit left my body to go right into the vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this vision and would ask you to pray because there is a lot in this vision prophetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the vision I was standing before this big church with this pastor. The pastor told me I was invited to a country and he tried to hand me a Visa I looked at the visa it said, “World Visa,” and at the bottom of the Visa it said, “World Agenda Visa.” Then right next to this pastor stood a 10 foot tall angel and the angel had a Visa in its hand and on the Visa it said, “Kingdom Visa.” And on the bottom of the Visa it said, “Kingdom Visa to serve.” I reached for the Visa the Angel had and the angel shook his finger no and said, “tilt your head you are to eat this visa.” So I tilted my head and he put the Kingdom visa in my mouth and all of a sudden I began to do a backward summersault in mid air, and when I landed on my feet my cloths turned white and it changed fifty times to different nations garb I was like woooooow!!!! The next thing I look up at the pastor and he is really angry along with the church because I did not take his visa. The next thing I realize is I am on a plane all by myself flying to a country and I am alone and the only one on this plane except I have all these angels surrounding me on the plane. Then we land and as soon as I step out of the plane onto a barren field my white cloths change into that cultures garb. I look around and I am like where are the native people? I see a head pop up and the native people were looking to see if I was another missionary coming to change their coulter or if I was sent to serve and as soon as they saw the white garb in their countries form they came running out to greet me then I came right out of the vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vision showed me the Lord is changing my heart and am now able to see where we as a country and my heart where we have failed in missions in doing our own agenda’s except the Lords which is the Kingdom the Lord is reversing the old mindsets of what mission is all about that was the backward summersaults. There is more in this but do not have time to go into it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply moved by the revelations the Lord is giving me and what He is doing in me here in Africa. I know I am not called here to Africa but what He is revealing is I am called to different countries to minister for Him in many different churches to help prepare the bride, this had become very clear through leadership here and the Lord speaking into my life through prophetic words that have been given also by leadership.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this to raise myself up but am saying, this is why He brought me here to learn to be humbled and to walk in Kingdom heart Kingdom mind Kingdom body and Kingdom soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am here to learn how to understand other countries coulters and be able to reach them through loving and serving them and to teach them and reach them through their coulter. Wow there is so much in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me and the school in prayer this weekend we are having a huge conference this weekend in Pemba over three thousand will be here. I am on the deliverance team and know we will see all kinds of stuff. Please keep us in prayer as we step into this if the Lord places it on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss home very much but know the Lord is doing a deeper work in me here for a greater purpose and only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going lower still in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-4724394160962139897?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/4724394160962139897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=4724394160962139897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4724394160962139897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4724394160962139897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-i-am-doing-fine-and-learning-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-7030444975103377892</id><published>2006-11-13T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:04:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another up date here in Africa for you. I have been learning a lot here with the teachings and with the people here. Learning about ministering cross culturally is amazing to me. There is so much I do not have time to go into it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have classes 5 days a week taking the whole day and night as well. So we are kept very busy between reading projects, hanging out with our specific orphan's house and loving on the kids, church, guest speakers, and group house meetings, chores etc. Weekends are usually when we are able to go to town and go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; cafe, but lately we have had little extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 roommates. I have one English family from England. They are a wonderful couple and they have two girls, very sweet. They are in one room in the little house. Then there is a lady from Oregon with her daughter in another room in the house. then in my room there are four, and we all are in bunk beds and we are all single. We call it the single room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. There is Dawn, she works for Bowing and is from Washington. there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Denea&lt;/span&gt; who is a Pediatric nurse from Texas, and then there is Angie who is my age, and is a Pediatrician from England. We have had many fun nights together in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not able to go to town without one other person with us because we can get robbed, raped or stabbed to death, so we have a buddy system going every time we leave the compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend we lost a six month old baby so we tried to raise it from the dead. The baby did not rise from the dead, so yesterday we had a funeral at church. Even though we knew this baby was in Daddy's arms it was hard to see a life taken so young. The baby was one of the orphans here. the Lord began to speak to me about raising people from the dead. He asked me "Are you ready to walk in raising the dead?". I must say it was hard to say yes because it was painful to see a life so precious to Jesus taken and how many will I encounter and not be able to raise from the dean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; am I able to handle that? There is wisdom however, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;raising&lt;/span&gt; people from the dead. Everything in the Lord comes with a price and to me a life is worth more than I will ever know. Am I willing to accept it if the Lord does not want to raise people from the dead when I pray for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been opening my eyes through this experience and others while I have been here. He has come to me and has asked me if I am willing to pay the price for so many of these things. To be honest, He has asked me why I have been running from the calling He has placed on my life. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; broken down today because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; faithfulness to never give up on me and He still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt; after me, even when I want to run from the call. He caught me today and I finally allowed Him to catch me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; able to say "Yes Lord, I am ready to accent it!" I am one who does not like to feel pain or see others in pain emotionally. It cost to walk in the things of the Lord. People do not understand the price or the cost of walking with the Lord whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; until they step into Him with everything they are and give themselves over to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks the Lord has been speaking to me and explaining to me why and what He is doing in me during this season of my life. I am deeply humbled by Him and going lower still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went into one of the villages with a friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from the&lt;/span&gt; school. We were to meet the parents of one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;homeless&lt;/span&gt; children so we could buy them food for their families and shoes for each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; member. I took one family while my friend, who is also a nurse in Georgia, would take another family. When I went into the village to meet these families, I was deeply moved by the people and where they lived and the huts they lived in. I was humbled by the Lord through their poorness and brokenness through being poor. I enjoyed giving them what the Lord had given me; food and shoes, but most of all love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go for now. My thoughts and love are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-7030444975103377892?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/7030444975103377892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=7030444975103377892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7030444975103377892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/7030444975103377892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-everyone-i-have-another-up-date-here.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6713945440005643628</id><published>2006-11-08T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:59:14.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How are you? I pray all is going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the fathers house before I left and Leo and others prayed and prophesied over me and it is those words that are coming to life here in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened since I have come here. People from the internet group we had were asking and looking for me when they arrived. The interesting thing is I came to Africa in a place of death in the Lord. I had just walked through the Dark night of the soul and as I have been coming out of that it has been a place where I feel as if I am dead in the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Well the second day I was here I began to prophesy to everyone I came in contact with. So it has been like I have been equipping people through prophesying over them and encouraging them to walk in what the Lord has placed in them. I asked the Lord what was He doing in me since this seems to be why I am here. His answer was”, “ I am equipping you to equip others and how to step in what I have called you to be in the body.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part in all this is that I prophesy and encourage as if it is normal and half the time I do not even know I am doing it!! I realized that it is just the Lord flowing through me in a way that flows from His throne and His heart. I have had these people who the Lord has touched through my life come to me and share with me and say Jeanie, :” you are like a mom to us and you do not know this but you plant seeds and ask for nothing in return but you pray that He will continue to water us, and you don’t know  this but you have touched and effected many nations here since you have been here and have prophesied and prayed over us.” I wept as the school spoke these words over me. I was deeply moved and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is His heart for the people I am in school with and I get so excited when they step into their gifting and when they step out in their anointing or when they learn to speak in tongues for the first time. I feel like this proud mom encouraging my children. My joy is being apart of their lives for such a short time and see them grow up into what their called to be. To me there is nothing else in life I’d rather do then speak into their lives of God’s children and encourage them in their calling and sifting’s and see them thrive in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is that in the midst of prophesying it is different then the way I had prophesied before it is a flow I can not explain it is like it is dropped in my spirit and flows out of me and to me this is so different then before. Before I would hear God’s voice but now it just flows from my spirit that is joined with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was coming here for the children but it seems as if the Lord had a different plan, yes I do hang out with the kids but it seems like the Lords heart is more focused on the people I am in school with. This is more training for me and I am deeply moved by Him and what He is doing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do need prayer here because every where we look our classmates are getting Malaria&lt;br /&gt;And are getting so sick. I have not caught it praise the Lord! But I would ask you if the Lord leads you to please keep us in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers I have felt them as the days have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that is my up date for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6713945440005643628?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/6713945440005643628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=6713945440005643628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6713945440005643628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6713945440005643628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-how-are-you-i-pray-all-is-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-4818252466637979460</id><published>2006-10-30T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:32:35.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, and greetings from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that you receive this letter on the blog spot as it has been hard to connect and send it out from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where to begin because so much has taken place and it is hard to explain the moves of the spirit here. Heidi teaches us every day and her teaching’s has made a huge impact on my heart and life along with the other teachers here. I experienced a heavy presence one day last week when Heidi laid her hand on me for a long period of time and she kept her hand on me until I was so under the glory I was stuck to the floor for three hours through all the other teachings that took place that day I was totally out for the count. But in the glory a release of His revelation poured out over me like a fresh drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open heaven we experience here is beyond words. The demonic is also at its highest peak. I feel and sense we will truly know and see an open heaven in Santa Rosa when we see the darkness arise. The Lords ways are above our ways and He has been showing me that more and more each day here in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week all of us interceded for our nation and the power of the Holy Spirit hit the place like a Tornado. I then remembered a vision I had last year and I was asked to share the vision with the class. The vision I had over a year ago was the Lord showed me out of the throne room the world and He showed me the boundries that were put up in every nation and that the world represented His body broken and separated from each other and how we needed each part of His body. I then heard intercession coming from every nation and they were interceding for workers to come and help them tear down the walls and bring healing to their nation. I remember when the Lord revealed this to me and I remembered hearing the cries of His people how undone I was. Then after sharing this vision our teacher or leader asked me to pray over the class the power of His spirit fell on me as I began to intercede and on every classmate and all of a sudden it began to pour down rain and we all ran out and began to dance in the rain. WOW did heaven pour down upon each and every one of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with ten other people here in a ten bedroom that is very small. There are four of us that are single and two others who are here with their families. We have been learning what it is really like to live in unity and as a community of living organisms. It has not been easy with such tight quarters to find time alone when you have all the other students living in houses right next to you as well as those who live in the house with you. There are so many facets to learning here a wide spectrum of what the Lord is doing in us here. Learning how to access living in the heavenlys and functioning on the earth and trying to find that place to be with just Him and working out your differences with people who are so different from you are all apart of the Lords plan in learning and receiving from our Beloved. I must say it has been a challenge for me because I am one who loves people but I sure love my alone time with Jesus. I am truly becoming more like Jesus in having to find my own mountain to be with my Beloved even if it might be the back porch or the bathroom.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning here for me and I can not even fathom the next few months were and what the Lord is going to do in me and the others here. Everyday in our school the Holy Spirit shows up and none of the classes are ever the same. In each and every meeting there are always bodies every where slain in the spirit. It is so nice to be in a school where the Holy Spirit is allowed to be the Holy Spirit and we are not! I love every teacher because all they do is come along side the Holy Spirit and allow Him to do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi asked for six people to go with her to do a conference in the states. I signed up for it. They are going to pray over the students that signed up and will pick six to go with her. So I will see if that is what the Lord chooses for me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out more Lord More of you in every heart of every believer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-4818252466637979460?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/4818252466637979460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=4818252466637979460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4818252466637979460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/4818252466637979460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-and-greetings-from-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-9065684428760183782</id><published>2006-10-21T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:01:05.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/London%2010-21-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/London%2010-21-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/Close%20of%20of%20Jeanie%20in%20Jacket_1_2%20smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/Close%20of%20of%20Jeanie%20in%20Jacket_1_2%20smaller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi,and Greeting from London.&lt;br /&gt;A quick note I am in London and was able to play a little as I had a stay over here. The Lord Blessed my so much from the different experieces I have already had on my flight here and with the people He placed to help me get through some little struggles like  helping me when the plane was jolting realy bad a man sitting next me I felt was sent by the Lord to comfort me.Then here in London an older couple helped me to know where to go and what train to take into London and even took me there. I felt the Fathers love and wings cover me so far. I am off on another ten hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-9065684428760183782?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/9065684428760183782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=9065684428760183782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/9065684428760183782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/9065684428760183782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/10/hiand-greeting-from-london.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34590033.post-6109964275225662855</id><published>2006-10-17T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:38:12.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/1600/Close%20of%20of%20Jeanie%20in%20Jacket_1_2%20smaller.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3409/4222/200/Close%20of%20of%20Jeanie%20in%20Jacket_1_2%20smaller.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to email you to let you know that Iris Ministries told us that if we bring our laptops they might get stolen and we have little to no access to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; there in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pemba&lt;/span&gt;. So with that in mind I may or may not be able to email you on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to give you some prayer directives to help you know how to pray, but mostly I would like the Holy Spirit to guide you in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Protection&lt;br /&gt;2.Health&lt;br /&gt;3.peace&lt;br /&gt;4.Grace&lt;br /&gt;5.Strength&lt;br /&gt;6.Courage&lt;br /&gt;7. Boldness&lt;br /&gt;8. Unity with in the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all your love and prayers and support I deeply am moved by your heart to partner with me in this journey I am on in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34590033-6109964275225662855?l=hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/feeds/6109964275225662855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34590033&amp;postID=6109964275225662855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6109964275225662855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34590033/posts/default/6109964275225662855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisheartbeat4nations.blogspot.com/2006/10/grettings-i-wanted-to-email-you-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>The Fathers Heartbeat 4 Nations!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9H1Y-xC96A/Sy7dPHIdWGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G_e7sUcA9gQ/S220/e8d50abc0487824470e09e3760beb038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
