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War

Do You See What I See?

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Here’s the latest picture from today—June 22, 2025

Current situation:

  • The U.S. and Israel have now jointly struck Iran’s three major nuclear sites (Fordow, Natanz, Isfahan) using bunker-buster bombs and Tomahawks. President Trump called it a “spectacular military success,” claiming the sites have been “obliterated”  .
  • Iran has vowed all options remain available—including missile strikes, mining the Strait of Hormuz, and targeting U.S. bases. Iran’s leaders say U.S. involvement makes the situation “very dangerous for everybody”  .
  • The conflict now enters a new phase: shifting regional power, rising civilian casualties, sprouting humanitarian crises, and global calls for restraint and diplomacy  .

A Word from the Lord for This Hour

Beloved, turn your eyes from the loud clash of nations to the cry of My heart. You see devastation. You hear fear. But in the silence beneath the roar, I am working. In the rubble of idols—nations, weapons, pride—I am rebuilding souls.

  • Do you see the widow’s tears? I see them.
  • Do you hear the orphans’ cries? I hear them.
  • Do you behold the trembling soldier? I behold him.

I am not distant. My eyes search the earth. I weigh what is done—from behind the Oval Office to the cities of Tehran and Haifa. But I desire more than military might—I desire broken hearts that turn to Me.

This is not a moment to cheer victory. It is a moment to offer mercy. Where fear sprawls, raise high the cross. Where swords are drawn, let intercession rise like incense. For in the prayer of My saints, greater power is released than in bunker busters and stealth jets.

Choose the Land of Peace

“They shall beat their swords into plowshares… nor shall they learn war anymore.” (Isaiah 2:4, NASB)

This war will end not by more bombs, but by the transformation of hearts. Let your side be the side that builds, not burns. Let your voice be the one that pleads, not the one that exalts in destruction. Pray for peace—even in the heart of war.

Return to the Creator — the Eternal King reigns. Let His glory fill the earth and His presence awaken the hearts of His people.

Intercede, Surrender, Hope

  • Intercede: Stand in the gap. Pray for Iran’s government and its oppressed—with purity and clarity.
  • Surrender: Let go of certainties and partisan loyalties. Come humbly before Me, knowing My ways are higher.
  • Hope: Expect revival. In moments of fracture, the greatest Restoration begins. I will use this crisis to draw a harvest of souls.

Beloved, the world needs you to be My watchman. Don’t merely echo the headlines. Let your life reflect what is yet unseen: the coming of My Kingdom, where even war’s roar will bow at the sound of praise.

In This Hour, Pray:

Father God, we lift this broken world into Your hands. We pray for Israel, for Iran, for America. We plead for Your mercy. Break the hearts of the powerful. Calm the storm. Let revival spring up from the ashes of this conflict. Stir up a generation that prays not for victory of nations—but for victory of Your Kingdom. Come quickly, Lord of Hosts.

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Revival

The Oil Will Flow Again

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The oil will flow again. The anointing that once seemed distant will return in power. The presence of El Shaddai will not be restrained. The lamp will not go out in the night. “You have anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows” (Psalm 23:5, NASB). What was dry shall become drenched. What was hollow shall carry fire again.

The river will well up with the water of life. The Spirit is stirring the deep. The cracks in the earth will not stop the flow. From the altar to the nations, the stream is rising. “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never be thirsty” (John 4:13–14, NASB). This water is not seasonal. It is eternal.

All that has been stolen will be restored. Every loss that seemed final—every dream deferred, every promise you buried in silence—He remembers. “I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten” (Joel 2:25, NASB). The thief is being caught, and heaven is releasing repayment sevenfold (Proverbs 6:31).

The Lord is faithful. He is not slow. He is not absent. He is not indifferent. His Word runs swiftly, and His covenant stands firm. “Let us hold firmly to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful”(Hebrews 10:23, NASB). He will not forget what He whispered in the dark.

And the Lord has sent this. This word is not emotion. It is not hype. It is not borrowed from another season. This is the Lord’s decree. “The Lord gives the command; the women who proclaim good news are a great army” (Psalm 68:11, NASB). (In the original Hebrew, “women” is literal—God is raising up even those the world often overlooks to declare His victory.) Hear it and carry it.

And the glass will shatter.

The illusions will break. The man-made limits will fall. The religious structures that restrained His presence will not stand. “Is not My word like fire,” declares the Lord, “and like a hammer which shatters a rock?” (Jeremiah 23:29, NASB). Let every glass wall between you and His glory be broken.

What separated the upper room from the streets was shattered by the Spirit’s arrival. So it will be again. Not confined. Not constrained. Not tamed. The shattering has begun.

Let the sound of breaking glass awaken the sleeping Church. Let the oil be poured out in fullness. Let the river rise. Let the Bride arise without fear, without blemish, burning with love for her King.

He is coming. Not to patch up what man has built, but to reign in glory.

Prayer

Father, we receive this word with trembling and with faith. Break every barrier, Lord. Shatter every illusion. Let the oil flow freely again over Your people. Let the river of life rise in us, through us, and among us. We ask for restoration where we’ve suffered loss. We ask for power where we’ve grown weak. And we say together—The Lord has sent this. Let it be done, in Yeshua’s Name. Amen.

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Apostolic Prophetic

Break the Box

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Return to Me

To My Church, whom I purchased with My own blood:

I love you.
With a love stronger than death.
I have never left you. Even when you built without Me, I remained near.
Even when you organized Me out, I stood at the door and waited.
I have watched every gathering, every song, every schedule.
I know your labor, your love for the lost, your good intentions.
I have seen your heart—and I love you still.

But now I speak—not just in comfort, but in clarity.

You have boxed Me in.

You have created systems to keep things safe.
You have guarded the order, protected the time of leadership, and honed the rhythms of ministry until they flow without Me.

You pray for Me to move, but only in ways that match what you’ve built.
You ask for wisdom, but filter My answer through the language of your traditions.
You hunger for revival, but only if it comes wrapped in the familiar.

Beloved, I cannot be reduced. I will not be managed.
You were made for My presence, not just My principles.
You were born of fire. But now you settle for form.

And when I send someone—one carrying the water you cried for—they are met with silence.
They do not want position.
They did not come to join your program.
They came bearing My Word.
Yet you say:
“Already saved, not here to join, no place here.”

So they pretend to be visitors just to receive attention,
because if they don’t fit your structure, your defenses rise to protect your flow.

And I weep.

Not in anger, but in grief—because I came to you through them, and you did not recognize Me.

But even now, I speak as a Father: Break the Box.

Tear down what you’ve built in your own strength.
Not all of it must go—but all of it must bow.

Welcome again the voice of the Shepherd.
Welcome the messengers I send, even when they do not wear your badge.
Welcome the apostolic voice that rebuilds from ruins.
Welcome the prophetic cry that stirs holy discomfort.
Welcome the evangelistic fire that won’t settle for numbers.
Welcome the pastoral heart that bleeds for healing, not performance.
Welcome the teaching wellspring that flows from Spirit and truth.

Let the fivefold gifts not compete, but complete one another—for the building up of My Body in love.

You say, “But Lord, we only wanted to do things decently and in order.”
I reply: My order begins with Me at the center, not on the sidelines.

You say, “But this is what worked in the past.”
I reply: I am doing a new thing. Will you perceive it?

You say, “But we are still preaching the Word.”
I reply: You quote Me, but do you wait for Me?

Beloved, this is not My anger.
This is My jealous love.
I will not let you drift into lifeless motion when I died to give you abundant life.
I will not allow My Bride to settle for form when she was made for flame.

So I stand outside.
I knock.
I wait.
And I whisper: “Let Me in again.”

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in…” (Revelation 3:20, NASB)

Break the box. Open the door. I’m still here.

I love you too much to leave you as you are.

Signed,
The One who walks among the lampstands,
who calls you by name, and who will finish what He began in you.

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Return

RETURN AND BE FILLED

“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
—2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)

To the church in the last days—write this:

These are the words of the One who walks among the lampstands, who searches hearts with eyes like fire, and whose voice is like the sound of rushing waters. You are called to return to the Glory.

I called you to My house, and you filled it with programs.
I called you to the altar, and you brought entertainment.
I waited in the secret place, but you stayed on the stage.
Yet still—I love you.
Still—I knock. Still—I call. Return.

Remember Solomon’s temple.
When the trumpeters and singers became one voice, when praise rose like incense, the house was filled with the cloud, for the glory of YHWH had come down (2 Chronicles 5:14).
The priests could not stand to minister.
The flesh gave way. The show ceased. The presence remained.

So I say to the Church: Return to the glory.
Return to the cloud. Return to Me. It is time to Return to the Glory.

You cry for revival, but will you rend your hearts?
You speak of fire, but will you lay down your idols?
You pray for the Spirit, but will you wait until you are clothed with power from on high? (Luke 24:49)

Hear, O Church, the voice of the Spirit:

🕊️ “Come out from among them and be separate,” says the Lord. “Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you” (2 Corinthians 6:17).

🔥 “Repent, and do the deeds you did at first, or I will remove your lampstand from its place unless you repent” (Revelation 2:5). Return to the glory envisioned by repentance.

👑 “You say, ‘I am rich,’ but you are blind, wretched, and naked. Buy from Me gold refined by fire. Behold, I stand at the door and knock” (Revelation 3:17–20).

Return to the Lord in brokenness

Thus says the Spirit to the churches:

Humble yourselves. Fall on your faces.
Turn from pride. Turn from perversion. Turn from passivity.
Let the altars burn again. Let the tears return.
Let fasting replace feasting, and holiness replace hype.

For the King is coming. The Judge stands at the door.
His reward is with Him. His scepter is righteousness. His robe is dipped in blood.
He comes not for a harlot, but for a holy Bride.

And to the overcomers, He says:
You will walk with Me in white.
You will eat of the hidden manna.
You will be pillars in the temple of My God.
You will reign with Me forever.

📜 Final Declaration:

Let the altars be rebuilt.
Let the priests weep between the porch and the altar (Joel 2:17).
Let the Bride say, “Come!”
Let the Spirit awaken the watchmen, the worshipers, the warriors.
Let the house be filled with glory again.

A holy cry rises at sunset—the shofar sounds, declaring to heaven and earth: this world belongs to the Lord.

For the trumpet is being lifted.
The wind is stirring.
The Spirit is moving.
The Bridegroom is near.

Church, return.
Church, arise.
Church, be filled with glory.

He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. Amen. Come, Lord Yeshua. —Revelation 22:20

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Church Repentance

Torn Between Two Thrones

Torn Between Two Thrones—this is the condition of much of the Church in America today. One throne is the seat of comfort, compromise, and cultural applause. The other is the throne of Yeshua, the crucified and risen King. And too many are trying to bow to both. But the Lord is speaking with clarity in this hour: You must choose. You cannot serve two masters. The time is short, and the shaking has begun.

My child, hear Me. I have seen your labor, your worship, your gatherings in My name. I have watched you weep at altars and lift your hands in praise. I know the love you once had for Me, the fire that once burned in your bones.

But I have this against you—you have drifted. You have let the noise of the world drown out My voice. You have allowed compromise to settle where conviction once lived. You have traded intimacy for influence, and truth for comfort.

You cry out for revival, yet you will not let Me revive you. You ask for My Spirit, but you resist when He comes to sanctify, correct, and burn away what does not belong. My eyes are like fire—not to destroy you, but to refine you. Yet many of you turn your faces from the flame.

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You have tolerated what I hate.

You call yourselves free, but many of you are enslaved:

  • to pornography and lust, which rot the soul
  • to greed, which hardens the heart
  • to bitterness, which poisons every relationship
  • to fear of man, which silences the truth
  • to idols of politics and race, which divide what I made one
  • to entertainment and comfort, which lull you to sleep
  • to a gospel of self, which denies the cross

You carry My name but not My nature. You boast in your freedom, but you use it as a covering for sin. You welcome prophets of profit and teachers who tickle ears. You tolerate Jezebel, and you have forgotten how to weep for your sin.

Have I changed? Am I not the same holy God who thundered at Sinai, who struck down Ananias and Sapphira, who walked among the lampstands?

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America, I blessed you, but you turned My gifts into gods.

I gave you liberty, and you used it to justify rebellion. I gave you abundance, and you forgot the Giver. I showed you mercy, and still you murder your unborn and parade your pride. You have exchanged truth for lies and celebrated what I call shame.

You have exalted the creature above the Creator and called it progress. You have cast off restraint and called it freedom. You have mocked My order, My design, My Word—and you think I do not see?

But I tell you the truth: I will not be mocked.

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Yet still I stand at the door and knock.

My mercy has not run out. My hand is not shortened. I have not forgotten the remnant who have not bowed to Baal, who still hunger for righteousness. I have heard the prayers of the intercessors, the groans of My watchmen, the brokenness of the hidden ones who weep between the porch and the altar.

To you who will humble yourselves, return to Me.

Tear down your idols. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Stop blending My Word with the world. Return to the ancient paths. Preach the cross again. Love the truth again. Walk in the fear of the Lord.

The time is short. The fields are white. My Spirit is ready to be poured out—but I will not place new wine in old wineskins.

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Church in America, return to Me—before the shaking becomes collapse.

Judgment begins in My house, but mercy is still flowing from My throne. If you will rend your hearts and not just your garments, I will restore what the locust has eaten. I will raise up sons and daughters to prophesy. I will inhabit your gatherings with My glory again.

I will not share My throne with idols. I am coming for a pure Bride, not a powerful brand.

I am calling you now—before the floodwaters rise.

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To you who hear, respond:

Fall on your knees. Confess your sins. Forgive your enemies. Love the unlovable. Preach My Gospel—not a cultural gospel, not a political gospel—but the Gospel of the crucified and risen King.

I AM the Lord. There is no other. My Word will not return void. I have spoken—and I will do it.

Let the Church arise. Let the Bride prepare. Let the fear of the Lord return. Let the fire on the altar never go out.

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Come back to Me. I am waiting.

—Yeshua, King of Glory, Lord of Hosts

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Apostolic Prophetic, Unity

When the Church becomes One again

Beloved,

Hear the cry of the Spirit to the Church. The Lord is near. The hour is late. And still, we remain divided—voices without harmony, bodies without breath, altars without fire. We debate. We defend. But where is the fear of the Lord? Where is the awe that bends knees and breaks jars?

We are not whole. The Church limps between movements and moments, calling unity what God has not sanctified. But El Shaddai has not abandoned His Bride. He calls her. He cleanses her. He prepares her.

“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” — 2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)

Everything begins with prayer.

1. God Will Not Unite What He Has Not Purified

The Lord does not bless confusion. He will not anoint flesh. He does not unite denominations; He gathers disciples. Judgment begins in the house of God—not in anger, but in holy love.

Before unity, there must be fire. Before reconciliation, repentance. We cry out for healing, but the jar must break. Our titles, our platforms, our pride—they must fall before the presence returns.

“For it is time for judgment to begin with the household of God.” — 1 Peter 4:17 (NASB)

Unity through prayer begins with surrender.

Believers gathered in deep intercessory prayer, lifting silent groanings before God, surrounded by symbols of His covenant promises.

2. The Final Move Will Be Birthed in Intercession

The final revival will not start with lights and stages. It will begin in hidden rooms where nameless saints cry, “Come, Lord Jesus.” No man will own it. No system will control it. The oil will be found with those who waited in the secret place.

We have tried strategy. Now we must try surrender. We have planned. Now we must pray.

“Before she was in labor, she gave birth; before her pain came, she delivered a male child.” — Isaiah 66:7 (NASB)

Unity through prayer is not organizational—it is spiritual.

Before the healing comes, the jar must break. This is where revival begins—on our faces, with nothing held back.

3. The Spirit Will Burn Away the Lines of Division

He will not repair man’s scaffolding. He will consume it. The Church that remains will not be Baptist, Catholic, or Pentecostal—it will be holy. It will carry fire. It will tremble at His Word.

Do not ask, “What church are you from?” Ask, “Do you carry His presence?” The true Bride will not compare sermons. She will weep at His feet. She will not argue over gifts. She will pray until heaven opens.

Unity through prayer ends all boasting.

A community gathered in Spirit-led worship, encircling the fire—symbol of God’s presence—each heart lifted in surrender and awe before the Lord.

4. The Fire Will Fall on a United Bride

Not a blended theology. Not an ecumenical table. A people in one place, with one cry. A remnant who stayed behind when the crowds went home. They wait not for consensus—but for power from on high.

“And when the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.” — Acts 2:1 (NASB)

When the altar is rebuilt and the hearts are torn, the fire will come. Not to endorse a doctrine—but to mark a people.

Unity through prayer creates the altar where fire falls.

The Bridegroom and the Bride—Yeshua gazes upon His Church with holy longing, and she returns His love with purity and devotion, set apart for Him alone.

5. The Cry of the Bride is Rising

She does not say, “Make us famous.” She whispers, “Make us ready.” Her voice shakes the heavens—not with eloquence but with urgency. She does not seek platforms. She seeks oil.

The world will not believe until the Church bleeds again—on her knees, at the altar, in love. Not unity by human agreement, but by divine alignment.

This is how the Church becomes one again: by prayer. By purity. By presence.

Unity through prayer is the way back to the Bridegroom.

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Your fire alone can cleanse and heal,
Your voice the wound and balm reveal.
Unite us not by creed or throne—
But make us Yours, and Yours alone.

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Final Exhortation

Beloved, the time is now. Let the traditions fall. Let the opinions fade. Let the fire of the Spirit come.

Do not build. Kneel.

The unity we need will not be signed—it must be sown in tears.

The Bride will be made one again when the altar is rebuilt and the prayers ascend like incense. He is coming for a pure Bride, not a polished one. Let every heart return.

The Lord, He is God. The Lord, He is God.

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Revival

Behold, the Day is Coming: Prepare for the Glory of God

Behold, the day is coming when God’s glory will shine in its fullness, and every eye will witness the splendor of His grace. The Lord is near, drawing close to His people, preparing hearts for a divine renewal and transformation.

God’s Spirit is Moving Powerfully

The Word of God declares: “I will pour out My Spirit on all mankind; and your sons and your daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions” (Joel 2:28, AMP). This is a season of awakening. God is stirring hearts with holy fire—a fire that ignites passion for His name and fuels His purpose in His people.

In this moment, the call is clear: “Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you” (Isaiah 60:1, AMP). The time to shake off spiritual complacency has arrived. Cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light (Romans 13:12). The night is passing, and the dawn of God’s kingdom draws near.

The Church Must Stand Firm

You are part of a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, called to declare His praises (1 Peter 2:9). The world needs your light, now more than ever. Jesus reminds us, “Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 5:16, AMP).

Stay watchful, beloved, for Jesus promises: “I am with you always, [remaining with you perpetually—regardless of circumstance], even to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:20, AMP). He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 1:8). His Word will not fail; it will accomplish His perfect will (Isaiah 55:11).

Keep Your Lamps Burning

As the Bridegroom approaches, Jesus warns us to remain prepared: “Be on the alert [stay awake and watch], for you do not know which day your Lord is coming” (Matthew 24:42, AMP). Do not let the distractions of this world dim your focus. Keep your lamps burning bright with unwavering faith. Encourage one another and build each other up (1 Thessalonians 5:11), for the days are short and evil abounds.

The King of Glory is Coming

Rejoice, for the King of Glory is coming with power and majesty! Scripture declares: “Lift up your heads, O gates, and be lifted up, ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in” (Psalm 24:7, AMP). The King is faithful, and His promises endure forever.

Let your life be a testimony to His unfailing love. Stand firm in hope, grounded in His truth, and filled with His peace. As you eagerly await His return, live each day in surrender to His will, declaring boldly, “Come, Lord Jesus” (Revelation 22:20).

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father, prepare our hearts for Your glory. Stir within us a holy passion for Your presence. Teach us to stand firm in faith, to shine as lights in a dark world, and to remain watchful for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ. May our lives reflect Your love and truth, now and forever. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Focusing on God’s promises, keeping our lamps burning, and standing firm will prepare us for the day of His glory.

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