"Lavendar Skies"
8/16/24
(Rec’d above title 8/13/24)
found there is a petunia called
lavender skies!
The Lord said:
"I have a fabulous garden of
reknown. There are amazing
flowers in heaven that even sing songs to worship Me. And I have a garden there on earth wherever My beloveds gather, I am among them, & I can smell the sweet aroma of worship & praise to Me. I can smell also the intense aroma of sufferings offered to Me in the midst of battles with darkness.
Intercessions are never fruitless or wasted. I have much oil to pour out on My beloved warriors who have gone through many battles & are weary & weakened from the warfare, like soldiers on a battlefield, many have needed rest & restoration.
Some have grown so weary they have become apathetic almost. Lord where are you they have questioned! But when you are weak, I AM STRONG, I have said. Just when you think you are worthless due to tiredness & weakness of battle, is when I have attained the humility desired that you would not take credit for what I do in you supernaturally. For many have fallen to PRIDE in the past because I’ve used them to do great miracles.
The heavens declare the glory of God, My Word says. And that is very true. Everything in heaven praises Me. Glorious praises fill the heavens. Every living thing is an instrument of glory!
Thus I AM GREATLY DISTURBED BY THOSE WHO THINK THEY SHOULD CHANGE MY DESIGN & STRUCTURE OF EVERYTHING I HAVE CREATED!
They HAVE RESEARCHED ALL KIND OF CONTROL OF THE BRAIN OF MANKIND. DREAM REPETITION, AI INDUCED MIND CONTROL THRU HEAVY METAL TOXICITY, & SO MUCH MORE. MAN IN HIS PRIDE THINKS HE CAN DO BETTER THAN I CAN. I SIT IN THE HEAVENS & LAUGH!!!
HEAVEN IS MY THRONE & EARTH IS MY FOOTSTOOL YET MAN THINKS HE IS GREATER. SO WE WILL COME DOWN &
SURPRISE ALL WITH OUR FABULOUS PLAN.
Believe Me when I say that our plan is more greatly thought out than those of the enemy! Nothing can compare to My creativity! I AM CREATOR GOD! I MADE THE HEAVENS & THE EARTH & EVERYTHING IN THE HEAVENS SO WHO DO YOU THINK WILL SURPASS THEIR THOUGHTS & PLANS???
Have you not seen, have you not heard? There is NOONE like Me! Just the way one cell of your body orchestrates a minute action is a marvel to most real scientists. Then there are those who pretend to know science but are really just determined to control others & all of mankind.
I’m telling you NOW My Beloveds, GET READY FOR LAVENDER SKIES!! For as the natural flowers bring healing to the body, will I ARISE & DESTROY THE ENEMY’S HOLD ON YOU. Treachery rears it’s head with Chaos, but NOTHING will stop My great surprise!! IT IS BEAUTIFULLY PLANNED & WILL BE IMMINENTLY EXPEDITED!!
Praise Me, as if you were in heaven already! REJOICE & DANCE! SING A NEW SONG! INTREPID SURPRISES ARE AT HAND! NOTHING CAN STOP MY HAND!!!”
[Intrepid: characterized by resolute fearlessness, fortitude, & endurance
Intrepid, after all, comes from the Latin word intrepidus, itself formed by the combination of the prefix in-, meaning “not,” and the adjective trepidus, meaning “alarmed.” When not designating sea or space vessels, intrepid aptly describes anyone—from explorers to reporters—who ventures bravely into unknown territory, though often you’ll see the word loaded with irony, as in “an intrepid couch surfer… Merriam Webster ]
Prepare for God’s Arrival
Isaiah 40:1-2 “Comfort, oh
comfort my people,” says
your God.
“Speak softly & tenderly
to Jerusalem, but also
make it very clear
That she has served her
sentence, that her sin is
taken care of—forgiven!
She’s been punished
enough & more than
enough, & now it’s over
& done with.”
3-5 Thunder in the desert!
“Prepare for God’s arrival!
Make the road straight &
smooth, a highway fit for
our God. Fill in the valleys,
level off the hills, Smooth
out the ruts, clear out the
rocks. Then God’s bright
glory will shine & everyone
will see it. Yes.
Just as God has said.”
6-8 A voice says, “Shout!” I said, “What shall I shout?” “These people are nothing but grass, their love fragile as wildflowers. The grass withers, the wildflowers fade, if God so much as puffs on them. Aren’t these people just so much grass? True, the grass withers & the wildflowers fade, but our God’s Word stands firm & forever.”
9-11 Climb a high mountain, Zion. You’re the preacher of good news.
Raise your voice. Make it good & loud, Jerusalem. You’re the preacher of good news. Speak loud & clear. Don’t be timid! Tell the cities of Judah, “Look! Your God!” Look at him! God, the Master, comes in power, ready to go into action. He is going to pay back his enemies
& reward those who have loved him. Like a shepherd, he will care for his flock, gathering the lambs in his arms, Hugging them as he carries them, leading the nursing ewes to good pasture.
The Creator of All You Can See or Imagine
12-17 Who has scooped up the ocean in his two hands, or measured the sky between his thumb & little finger, Who has put all the earth’s dirt in one of his baskets, weighed each mountain & hill? Who could ever have told God what to do or taught him his business? What expert would he have gone to for advice, what school would he attend to learn justice? What god do you suppose might have taught him what he knows,
showed him how things work? Why, the nations are but a drop in a bucket, a mere smudge on a window. Watch him sweep up the islands like so much dust off the floor! There aren’t enough trees in Lebanon nor enough animals in those vast forests to furnish adequate fuel & offerings for his worship. All the nations add up to simply nothing before him—less than nothing is more like it. A minus.
18-20 So who even comes close to being like God? To whom or what can you compare him? Some no-god idol? Ridiculous! It’s made in a workshop, cast in bronze, Given a thin veneer of gold, & draped with silver filigree. Or, perhaps someone will select a fine wood—
olive wood, say—that won’t rot, Then hire a woodcarver to make a no-god, giving special care to its base so it won’t tip over!
21-24 Have you not been paying attention? Have you not been listening? Haven’t you heard these stories all your life? Don’t you understand the foundation of all things? God sits high above the round ball of earth. The people look like mere ants. He stretches out the skies like a canvas—yes, like a tent canvas to live under.
He ignores what all the princes say & do. The rulers of the earth count for nothing. Princes & rulers don’t amount to much. Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted, They shrivel when God blows on them. Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind.
25-26 “So—who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?” says The Holy. Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name —so magnificent! so powerful!—& never overlooks a single one?
27-31 Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying,
“God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come & go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside & out.
He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire & drop out, young folk in their prime stumble & fall. But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings & soar like eagles, They run & don’t get tired, they walk & don’t lag behind.
Song of Solomon 4:8-15 The Message Bible
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety. You’ve captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love! How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend— far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices.
The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the fresh scent of high mountains. Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden, a private and pure fountain. Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits— Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods; Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic; A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.
Holy Spirit through Priscilla Van Sutphin
