It’s rare in life that you find a true friend.  I never gave thought to finding such a friend when I began to “pour out my life” in my words to the world, or at least those who pass this way.

I don’t believe in chance.  I believe in purpose.  I have been given a gift by a friend.  Words escape me as to how I could ever thank him.  I am in awe of his kindness.  I am moved to tears by the depth of the gift.  And though it was graciously given as a gift, I was struck by a human need to repay him somehow.   Deep within my heart I knew that this was not possible for a gift of this magnitude cannot be bought, nor earned.  This gift was given in the true sense of Giving.

I have posted the gift on my other blog because that’s where the gift belongs at the Beginning of “My Journey” .

What may appear as words on a screen for you has spoken volumes to me. 

I am setting aside the next few days or weeks to ponder and process what I am hearing.

My own thoughts will be posted here as they are available in some form with some order that can be understood.  At the moment, my mind is full, my heart overflowing and my words are just flooding out for my own joy….I pray this feeling never passes but I am writing and I will share.

I would like to hear from those who pass by this way.  I may be too close to some areas to see clearly and just one of you might perhaps hear another facet of this “precious stone”

Here is what the Lord gave me the moment I read for the first time;

Micah 4 
1 But in the last days it shall come to pass, that the mountain of the house of the LORD shall be established in the top of the mountains, and it shall be exalted above the hills; and people shall flow unto it.

2 And many nations shall come, and say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem.

3 And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

4 But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid: for the mouth of the LORD of hosts hath spoken it.

5 For all people will walk every one in the name of his god, and we will walk in the name of the LORD our God for ever and ever.

6 In that day, saith the LORD, will I assemble her that halteth, and I will gather her that is driven out, and her that I have afflicted;

7 And I will make her that halted a remnant, and her that was cast far off a strong nation: and the LORD shall reign over them in mount Zion from henceforth, even for ever.

8 And thou, O tower of the flock, the strong hold of the daughter of Zion, unto thee shall it come, even the first dominion; the kingdom shall come to the daughter of Jerusalem.

9 Now why dost thou cry out aloud? is there no king in thee? is thy counsellor perished? for pangs have taken thee as a woman in travail.

10 Be in pain, and labour to bring forth, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail: for now shalt thou go forth out of the city, and thou shalt dwell in the field, and thou shalt go even to Babylon; there shalt thou be delivered; there the LORD shall redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies.

11 Now also many nations are gathered against thee, that say, Let her be defiled, and let our eye look upon Zion.

12 But they know not the thoughts of the LORD, neither understand they his counsel: for he shall gather them as the sheaves into the floor.

13 Arise and thresh, O daughter of Zion: for I will make thine horn iron, and I will make thy hoofs brass: and thou shalt beat in pieces many people: and I will consecrate their gain unto the LORD, and their substance unto the Lord of the whole earth.

My gift speaks louder than the letters arranged on the screen.  The above verses will be my hearts meditation for as long as the Holy Spirit desires.  Read with me.  Meditate.  Pray…….for me.

To the author of my gift, Glen Landheim, you are a friend.  My greatest joy in all the heavens and earth is the Word and you have given a gift of my heart.  Your words are prophetic and profound to me.  We may not agree but what family does and you my friend are a brother!  Let all offense be put on my account and just know glandheim…

Today as always


D.S. Lear