I hear the trumpet call of the New Year.
Heralding new things, new beginnings and there is a new sound.
It is the sound of My people groaning…and the earth is groaning with them. There is a unison in the groaning.
The trumpets are calling my people to prayer.
There is a call to lay down activity, lay down the good and choose the better.
This trumpet call is to gather between the porch and the altar.. call to bridge the divide and stand in the gap.
The shofar blasts … let Him who has ears hear.
There are Joshua's now who will take the Promised Land - they are not leaving the tent. They are setting themselves apart in prayer.
This is the season of the intercessor.
This is a pivotal hour.
Everything hangs on this right now.
The saints petitioning Heaven, decreeing the power of the Cross, standing like Aaron between Myself and the people… standing in the gap.. that seems fathomless… the Great Divide that cannot be crossed without The Cross.
Because of the increasing flood of deception that has come over the nations … I am raising up a standard.. a standard of prayer.
The Spirit of Wisdom and Revelation must be birthed upon the earth.
So I hear the Spirit of the Lord saying:
" Push Sons and daughter, push!
In the Spirit push."
Angels are standing with you as midwives to strengthen you so that this baby can be birthed.
It is in the canal right now.
Push Sons and daughters push.
If you are not feeling the birth pains, then cry out for the Spirit of intercession and supplication to come upon you… ask for it.
Push Sons and daughters… heaven is waiting on you… Heaven is groaning for the sons and daughters to come forth.
Who will push this baby out?
Who will say: Here I am Lord use me.
Who will stand in the gap in the secret place where no glory or fame will be received.
Who will travel with me in the Spirit to see the dungeons,
the prisons,
the chains,
the depravity,
the desolation?...
And allow My sorrow to break their hearts and move them…
to move me… to move me…
to moooooove.
There is a new brokeness coming upon my children of prayer.
Brokeness and revelations of brokeness…
I am looking for desperation.
Where are the ones who feel the desperation of My heart?
I am listening for the groans… where are they?
Where are you?
As the burden of prayer and Intercession is being released upon my children….there is a unity among them.. a focus, a determination.
This baby must come forth.
The baby must be birthed.
In the Spirit they are travailing together, in the Spirit they are connected.
There is a united rhythm in their groaning…as they push as one for the birth canal to be opened… the Gates are opening… Open Wide The Gate.
Open Wide The Gate.
O - pen w - i - d - e the Gates… that The King of Glory may come in!