Ref: Robert Holmes
In The Footsteps of Elisha (Part 12)
by Robert Holmes
19.1 Nature speaks
God declares His majesty, beauty and power through creation, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.” (Psalm 19:1,2). Job goes further with this thought: “Ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you;… or let the fish of the
Showing posts with label Hearing God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hearing God. Show all posts
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Example of a Quickened Verse
It was early and I was reading along in the Bible as normal. Just verse after verse, soaking in the story and the things the Lord had to say to Israel in Isaiah.
Then, I came upon Isa 35:3
How do you Hear God's Voice?
You begin by understanding what it is, that it is needed, and that
there is a place chosen by our Father for you in the prophetic realm.
Then, you ask our Father to help you "see" and to "hear."
I began my walk with the Holy Spirit after reading Benny Hinn's
there is a place chosen by our Father for you in the prophetic realm.
Then, you ask our Father to help you "see" and to "hear."
I began my walk with the Holy Spirit after reading Benny Hinn's
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Dutch Sheets: How You Listen
An American Indian was in downtown New York, walking with his friend who lived in New York City. Suddenly he said, "I hear a cricket."
"Oh, you're crazy," his friend replied.
"No, I hear a cricket. I do! I'm sure of it."
"It's the noon hour. There are people bustling around, cars honking, taxis squealing, noises from the city. I'm sure you can't hear it."
"I'm sure I do." He listened attentively and then walked to the corner, across the street, and looked all around. Finally on the corner he found a shrub in a large cement planter. He dug beneath the leaves and found a cricket His friend was astounded But the Cherokee said, "No. My ears are no different from yours. It simply depends on what you are listening to. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change—a few quarters, some dimes, nickels and pennies. And he dropped it on the concrete. Every head within a block turned. "You see what I mean?" he said as he began picking up his coins. "It all depends on what you are listening for."5
"Oh, you're crazy," his friend replied.
"No, I hear a cricket. I do! I'm sure of it."
"It's the noon hour. There are people bustling around, cars honking, taxis squealing, noises from the city. I'm sure you can't hear it."
"I'm sure I do." He listened attentively and then walked to the corner, across the street, and looked all around. Finally on the corner he found a shrub in a large cement planter. He dug beneath the leaves and found a cricket His friend was astounded But the Cherokee said, "No. My ears are no different from yours. It simply depends on what you are listening to. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change—a few quarters, some dimes, nickels and pennies. And he dropped it on the concrete. Every head within a block turned. "You see what I mean?" he said as he began picking up his coins. "It all depends on what you are listening for."5
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