Anchored

Everyone was chatting. Some get together celebrating some event. You forgot what, but you know the punch is really good and the conversation, although not fruitful, is full of gossip. You see an old friend from high school. You reach out your hand to gesture a friendly wave but she's crying. Her tears are brimmed with tears.

Despair has gripped her. The spirit of despair.

She's holding a wet suit in her hands. Black and Blue with checker pieced like patterns on it. Something a surfer would wear in Hawaii.

“He's Gone! He's Gone! He went out too far. It got him! The waves got him! The current took him!!”

She's not talking to you, but a crowd of onlookers have came to see what was going on. You step closer into the ring, and sense the grim changing atmosphere.

Then it all goes black.

All the lights turn off.

People start to scream.

You are levitating

You are off the ground. Floating.

You are turned sideways in the air and you start spinning and spinning and spinning at a fast pace. You have no control over the demonic tornado, the judgment that has whirl-winded into the once 'peaceful' get together.

You start to scream.

You know this is demonic warfare.

You know there's an evil presence. You try to close your eyes and scream, as if it would make it any better.

Remembering the times in 1^st grade when you had tornado drills and the teacher made you 'duck-in-cover' under the flimsy four-legged desks or cubicles attached to the wall. Even then you use to think, 'how is this desk going to protect me from a tornado?' But in this moment, you needed something to cover you.

You try to reach for the table to get under it as covering. It was sturdy. But the whirlwind's current was making it hard to get under. You try but you can't get under the covering.

But nothing has hit you yet. It's usually the debris that kills people in tornadoes.

You see Krissy. Amidst the darkness, the screaming, and the dizziness and terror. She is on her feet. She is glowing. Krissy is standing firm. Krissy looks so peaceful. How? You think, Why is she not being spun violently around like the rest of us?

Krissy was anchored. Krissy's feet were firmly planted. Krissy was covered, as if an invisible force field was protecting her. Krissy was whispering, “Protect, them Lord.Protect them. Deliver them from this judgment.”

Krissy was Anchored.

Anchored in The Lord.

Are you?

"Plant the good seeds of righteousness and you will reap a crop of my love; plow the hard ground of your hearts, for now is the time to seek the Lord, that he may come and shower salvation upon you." wHosea 10:12

Prayer:
Lord, I thank you that the readers and I may you plant the good seeds of righteousness in our hearts according to Hosea 10:12, and we know that you are a amazing gardener, may we allow you to plant in our lives and may you remove every hindrance that wants to grow in our lives. Uproot every demonic lie in Jesus's Holy name. May we know that today, right now, is the time to seek you. We shall seek you and we shall find you. May we allow you to order our every step Lord. Cultivate us Lord, Prune us, strengthen the Body of Christ Lord. May we blossom and be the garden you want us to be. May the aroma of our flowers smell of the precious blood of Jesus. Thank you for showering your beautiful gift of salvation on us today. Thank you for choosing us to be yours. Draw us Lord. May we flourish, grow, and bloom and be the SonFlowers you called us and ordained us to be. Abba you are so good. Thank you for this reader Lord. Cultivate them, shower them in your love. Remove them from every demonic situation, every house they should not be dwelling in. May they not go too far off, may that not swim away from you and be swept away by an evil current. Free them from every seducing spirit in Jesus's Holy Name. Be their covering and anchor Lord. May this message be covered in the Blood. May this blog post give no glory to me Lord but ALL TO YOU may you be lifted up and thank you for using me as a vessel. It's a privilege and and honor. May I decrease and you Increase. Thank you for leading me and writing through me. We love you Lord. You are our truth and are shield and our buckler. In Jesus's Mighty Holy Name! Cover the airwaves and bless this library wifi that I am using :) Thank you Lord for using me to deliver a message to your people.  Cover staciecherill.com in your powerful Blood, cover and uplift my father, Prophet Dickson and my mother, Naomi Dickson, as they do your work in Last Call Ministries.. I bind all seducing spririt's sent to attack them in Jesus's name. Cover my family and the reader's families in the Blood of Jesus and deliver them.  I love you Jesus. We love you. Increase our love for you to overflow. Thank you for sending me examples of people who sincerely love to intercede for others amidst their busy schedules, they are so selfless, Dana, Lola Busari from MrsBusari.com, Vincent K. Kpodo and my mom and dad. My mother has pictures and a prayer list of specific intercessory prayers and families and people she is praying for in her prayer closet, how beautiful. And I hear my dad waking up from his sleep after a long tiring day at work to answer calls on the prayer line. How beautiful! All Glory Go to God! Also, thank you Lord for just restoring and giving me a second chance to have such a beautiful relationship with my mother and father! May you restore this unto the readers, restore Lord their relationship with their parents. I love you father! You are so good. You are marvelous! :) 

In Jesus's Holy Name...Amen! 

*************************************

Thanks for reading what The Lord gave me the vision to share, have a wonderful day in The Lord,

Stacie Cherill Dickson