<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555</id><updated>2026-06-06T19:36:47.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Shen Prophetic ArtInvitation to His Garden</title><subtitle type='html'>http://www.jbrushwork.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555.post-6703839990877863833</id><published>2015-09-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-17T12:27:08.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing how the &quot;Red Cardinal at Dusk&quot; report has touched another life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, mono;&quot;&gt;&quot;This painting-word comes in the midst of continuing upheaval at my university.&amp;nbsp; Next year&#39;s budget is still unknown.&amp;nbsp;My state&amp;nbsp;legislators and the governor can&#39;t come to an agreement about it.&amp;nbsp; Our chancellor unexpectedly announced her resignation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, we will start the year with a brand new dean, a provost who has only been there a year, and no chancellor.&amp;nbsp; In the midst of all of this, I have been asking should I stay or should I go?&amp;nbsp; The word coming through the &quot;Red Cardinal at Dusk&quot;&amp;nbsp;painting and the events surrounding it&amp;nbsp;is telling me&amp;nbsp;to stay. &lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, mono;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The word being spoken through this painting is amplified by its backstory.&amp;nbsp; The painting survived the flood in your art room.&amp;nbsp; And not only did it survive, it and the four other paintings it impacted emerged from the flood more beautiful than ever. &amp;nbsp;(It is interesting how in the painting four branches split off from the main branch).&amp;nbsp; There were five paintings involved and you write &#39;They were rescued at 5:00 AM that fateful morning when &quot;disaster&quot; struck.&#39;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Five is the number of grace.&amp;nbsp; God&#39;s grace turns a disaster into something beautiful. The names of the specific paintings you mentioned that the red from the cardinal (the color of Jesus&#39; blood) bled through speak volumes too:&amp;nbsp;&quot;BLESSING&quot; (&quot;A man walking in the garden with God is blessed)&quot;,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Freedom&quot; and &quot;A Flight in Wind.&quot; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;
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This testimony of the Red Cardinal really blessed me as I am going through a really difficult physical and emotional trial right now.&amp;nbsp;Some days I could hardly bear it but know the Lord had healed me and manifestation is coming. Few weeks ago, a very young gal came and prayed for me and as she was praying she saw the vision of&amp;nbsp;a red cardinal.&amp;nbsp; Very interesting. That is why this testimony blesses me deeply.                        &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/6703839990877863833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/6703839990877863833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/2015/09/sharing-how-red-cardinal-at-dusk-report.html' title='Sharing how the &quot;Red Cardinal at Dusk&quot; report has touched another life'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEm7Weal961Ky41nEKYA-z2-LHnT2K9FbknJwMGQE2g_swsv5BwXySDDWV-XM2H_aEfIcF3SxYO1bhVa7JpFMRA1F67Tgx8Ic8-ZIpQCOIyvKP8brwYfBeei7z8KIibnLtEJQOtD4fV2W/s72-c/IMG_5747++C-716412.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555.post-204539358965895092</id><published>2015-01-12T12:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-12T12:19:32.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2015 - The Year of Fight, with PRAISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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On February 8, 2008, I painted a modern bride of Christ, in jeans, in front of the Pacific Ocean, with her arms outstretched and her eyes shining, singing to God with her whole being, with hummingbirds in the tree, butterflies and tall grass dancing in the wind, dolphins surfing the waves below, and a long line of pelicans flying as the sun is setting, each being a musical note, joining the bride of Christ to make a sound of praise and worship going up to the Throne Room. I called the painting, &quot;Valentine Card to God.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, December 23, 2014, almost nine years later, I am sitting in my attic room, still coughing from a cold, sharing and praying with my friend Beth, about God wanting to use this painting for the 2015 calendar. This being God&#39;s kairos time to show us deeper revelations through this painting, which is that &quot;&lt;i&gt;all creations have been groaning as in childbirth&lt;/i&gt;&quot;...&quot;&lt;em&gt;and the creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; (Rom. 8: 22,19) Even the beloved Christmas song, &quot;Joy to the World&quot; carries the words, &quot; &lt;em&gt;Joy to the world the Lord is come, let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing, and heaven, and &lt;u&gt;heaven and nature sing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&quot; which reveals to us that in this coming year, the year of fight, God&#39;s people are to use the weapon of praise to fight with. &lt;br /&gt;
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I Samuel 2:1, Hannah&#39;s prayer, says, &quot;My heart &lt;u&gt;rejoices&lt;/u&gt; in the Lord; in the Lord my horn is lifted high. My mouth boasts over my enemies, for I delight in your deliverance.&quot; Luke 1:47, 48, Mary says, &quot;My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit &lt;u&gt;rejoices&lt;/u&gt; in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.&quot; All across the world, many saints are persevering in prayer, waiting for deliverance from sicknesses, broken hearts, difficult circumstances and oppressions of long duration. This painting has been given to show us that the way to fight is to &lt;u&gt;rejoice&lt;/u&gt; in the Lord. Jesus came to the earth to bring joy. &lt;br /&gt;
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There is a depth in the word rejoicing. In another beloved Christmas song, &quot;O Holy Night&quot; we sing, &quot;Long lay the world in sin and error pining &#39;Til he appeared and &lt;u&gt;the soul felt its worth&lt;/u&gt;.&quot; That is why we can rejoice, because through Jesus our soul now feels its worth. Those words say everything. The enemy and the world and even our own thoughts tell us we are worthless, hopeless, cast out ones, failures, victims, guilty, abandoned. But those are lies. God says we are more than conquerors in Christ Jesus; we are the beloved; we are the victorious ones. (Romans 8:28-39) Everything is &lt;em&gt;in Christ&lt;/em&gt;. Not by (our) might, nor by (our) power, but by His Spirit. All He needs from us is that we stand in faith, we sing praises, we persevere in prayer, we abide in Him. He does everything else. We have to know who we are in Christ to fight. Knowing who are is our weapon. We are to use our mouth to declare who we are. The sound of our declaration is powerful. We are in tune with the word of God. We do not doubt. We take authority in Jesus&#39; name. We speak and sing who God is in a situation, with praises on our lips. &lt;br /&gt;
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From January of 2013 to December of 2014, prayers had gone up to the Throne Room for my cousin&#39;s son Matthew and his wife Grace, who were held in Qatar by the court for the death of their daughter Gloria, accused of murder which the court later changed to child trafficking. First it was the relatives and the churches they belong to who were praying, but by the end of this year countless people in churches and outside of churches all around the world were praying for their release. The prayers started out to be mixed with anger, anxiety, fear, but as time went by, we know the Holy Spirit has been training His bride to learn to pray with praise and rest. All the way to the end no one had the assurance that the court could ever change their sentence and release them; except in our prayers we knew God would come through, when or how we did not know. In early December, the last judge reversed the verdict of the other judges and set them free. &lt;br /&gt;
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We who prayed persevering prayer for M &amp;amp; G, we are the modern bride of Christ standing before the Pacific Ocean, singing at the top of our lungs, with all nature singing with us, praising God and rejoicing in Who He is for Matthew and Grace, and for all of us. That He is able &quot;to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen!&quot; (Ephesians 3:20-21) &lt;br /&gt;
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In the last two days, when a &quot;fearful&quot;(or so it seemed) situation of long duration loomed in my sight again, I wanted to run to the attic room to kneel in supplication before the Lord, but the Holy Spirit immediately corrected me, saying, &quot;No! No!  You are to lift your arms up high in praise to God, and do keep your head held up high, like the young woman in the 2015 calendar-word.  Her posture is the stance the bride of Christ must have for the year 2015.&quot;   (January 1st, 2015)
The timing of the day in the painting is sunset over the Pacific Ocean, or sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean. Take your pick.

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One night&amp;nbsp;in the year that the Lord gave me &quot;The&amp;nbsp;Breakthrough Horse&quot; painting,&amp;nbsp;I was sitting in front of that painting and my courage failed me.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;had thought the horse&amp;nbsp;is me, and I must be bold and strong and&amp;nbsp;be able to&amp;nbsp;jump over the obstacles. Suddenly, I &quot;saw&quot; myself inside the belly of the Horse,&amp;nbsp;Who is the Lord, and He is the&amp;nbsp;Breakthrough Horse, not me, and He does not fail. But He warned me to&amp;nbsp;focus,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;just watch what He is doing, while I rest inside Him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Whoosh!&amp;nbsp; Whoosh!&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am riding inside the Breakthrough Horse as it is jumping over the obstacle and carrying me to my destiny.&amp;nbsp; I can see out of the belly of the Horse, and I can see others doing different things the Lord has equipped them to do.&amp;nbsp; I want to put my hands outside his belly and touch what the others are doing. But &quot;No,&quot; the Lord tells me, &quot;You are to wrap your arms around your body, with your eyes&amp;nbsp;looking only to the front. Not even your little pinkie is to be outside of Me wanting to touch what others are doing. You must focus and I&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Breakthrough Horse will take you to&amp;nbsp;your destiny.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;was led to paint Jesus and the&amp;nbsp;harassed bride of Christ gazing into each other&#39;s eyes, going&amp;nbsp;deeper into a love relationship that&amp;nbsp;will last for eternity.&amp;nbsp;I sense God wanting to re-ignite my own heart&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;long for&amp;nbsp;Jesus, to be that &quot;bride&quot; in the painting, gazing up at Him, feeling His embrace. Busyness and&amp;nbsp;doing ministry and worries&amp;nbsp;can subtly take the place of&amp;nbsp;heartfelt desperation for Him. We are to guard our hearts along that line.&amp;nbsp; I know I do.&amp;nbsp; In fact, that is my prayer request.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the bottom line, isn&#39;t it. Our destiny is our love affair with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately I am feeling the need for more weapons from the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I have been using the ones He has given me in the last year, but time is much harder now, and I know I need more weapons.&amp;nbsp; In answer to my petitioning I am getting these new weapons,&amp;nbsp;which is much more hefty. Not as easy for me to commit to memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even as the Lord is&amp;nbsp;busily giving me His scriptures while I am busily fretting over my failures, I hear Him say, &quot;Get over those, Jean! Step into the realm of the power generator of God. Go into it - be zapped by it. The world and all the inhabitants are in dire need of the power surge&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;power zap of His generator. &#39;&lt;i&gt;Lift up your eyes and&amp;nbsp;look about you. All assemble and come to you, your sons come&amp;nbsp;from afar and your daughters are carried on the arm. Then you will look and be radiant, your heart will throb and swell with joy...&quot; &amp;nbsp;(Isaiah 60:4-5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday I called Eileen and we talked about her&amp;nbsp;experience at&amp;nbsp;a worship-intercession meeting which I had wanted to attend but did not make it.&amp;nbsp; So I began to bounce my thoughts on worship off Eileen. I sense that worship is when the Spirit takes us, the bride, into a realm of being one body of Christ before the Father and Son. As &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; we sing to Him, adoring Him, with or without words or even music.&amp;nbsp; We are no longer separate people in our skin&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;our own personalities; rather, the Holy Spirit mysteriously transports us as one bride before the Bridegroom. It is like we are individual grapes which are in a vat, and the Godhead is dancing on us, and we are pressed out of our own skin, and we become one and we become WINE that He will enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;
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In February of this year God brought us to birth the J Brushworks Ministry, with a board of directors, and those God&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;bringing&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;pray and give to this ministry - that is another cluster of grapes being turned into wine.&amp;nbsp;It is also&amp;nbsp;a church built upon the Rock of Jesus and hell cannot prevail against&amp;nbsp;her because of the oneness. &amp;nbsp;Isaiah 61 tells of the wonders of this kind of oneness - what we will do for Him and what we can do for Him. This is what the Lord shows me is the wine He is producing through&amp;nbsp;J Brushworks Ministry:&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, He is&amp;nbsp;talking about lineage.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was reading Romans 8, 9, 10.&amp;nbsp; Paul was writing about the Jews that theirs is the adoption of sons; theirs the divine glory, the covenants, the promises, and yet so many Jews rejected Christ.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God had stated in&amp;nbsp;Exodus 33:10 that&amp;nbsp;&quot;I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion.&quot; This is not a chapter that I would often read;&amp;nbsp; yet the words are coming to life for me. &quot;What if God, choosing to show his wrath and make his power known, bore with great patience the objects of his wrath-prepared for destruction? What if he did this to make the riches of his glory known to the objects of his mercy, whom he prepared in advance for glory-even us, whom he also called, not only from the Jews but also from the Gentiles? As he says in Hosea:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly I am deeply aware that God has chosen and called from among the people of the world, and among numerous Chinese, as numerous as the sand of the sea - my father and his grandparents from Taiwan,&amp;nbsp;my mother and her grandparents of Fookien province in China,&amp;nbsp;and my husband Peter and his&amp;nbsp;parents and grandparents from Shanghai, and my son-in-law Andrew and his parents&amp;nbsp;from South Africa - to be a people who would be the recipient of the riches of His glory and of His mercy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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What is the chance of my mother&#39;s grandfather playing by the river in Fookien, tricked by pirates to get on their boat, and kidnapped and sold to a Chinese family living in Amoy who just happened to be Christians? It&amp;nbsp;was one in a million chance that there&amp;nbsp;was a Chinese Christian family in that region&amp;nbsp;at that time. This boy grew up to be the first pastor of a church&amp;nbsp;in that region, a church&amp;nbsp;that my sister and cousins went to worship at a few years ago when they&amp;nbsp;visited China.&amp;nbsp;What is the chance that my father&#39;s grandfather, a prosperous Buddha maker in Taiwan, should be tormented by a demon every night and driven half crazy from lack of sleep and forced to seek a Christian church to get away from the demon, thus becoming the first Christian in his bloodline? This bloodline has led to a grandson named George Chua, my father, through whom God has established Chinese churches in the Philippines and California which in turn are birthing many churches in many parts of the world.&amp;nbsp; What is the chance of me marrying Peter whose grandfather was a humble country pastor in China and his mother&amp;nbsp;was a&amp;nbsp;Christian radio personality&amp;nbsp;and Valerie marrying Andrew who came from South Africa and his parents&amp;nbsp;were at one time part of a Catholic ministry that took care of the poorest of the poor&amp;nbsp;in South Africa?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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When Jesus showed me this, I was overwhelmed with gratitude and thanksgiving that He has chosen us to be &quot;His people&quot; who are not His people, called &quot;His loved one&quot; when we were not His loved ones, objects of His mercy and not His wrath.&amp;nbsp; How I treasure our lineage!&amp;nbsp; I love those people who are chosen and called, anointed to be vessels of honor, and not vessels of His wrath. We are blessed beyond words. &amp;nbsp;We depend on God and God alone. We choose to declare that &quot;&lt;em&gt;As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; We are blessed to proclaim, &quot;&lt;em&gt;Where does my help come from, my help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Last Monday I woke up and my heart went into SVT (heart palpitation that causes my&amp;nbsp;blood pressure to drop dangerously low).&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;happens whenever I carry something too heavy&amp;nbsp;for my heart to bear for too long. &amp;nbsp; I realized that I had not/could not cast my worries about the future of our nation to the Lord.&amp;nbsp;Unbeknowst to me, there&#39;s a part in my heart that still had unresolved fear of the&amp;nbsp;Chinese God of judgment.&amp;nbsp;As the election date got closer,&amp;nbsp;like a little child I tried to hide &quot;under the bed&quot; from the Father&amp;nbsp;whose loving&amp;nbsp;voice I had come to love&amp;nbsp;and trust since the days He walked me through cancer.&amp;nbsp;Life became boring, very, very boring when I&amp;nbsp;was not skipping and dancing alongside Him, and not watching how He would turn everything in my life, good and bad,&amp;nbsp;into adventures with Him.&amp;nbsp; So, after a few days of&amp;nbsp;not hanging out with Him and being&amp;nbsp;miserable,&amp;nbsp;I &quot;heard&quot; in my spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh!&amp;nbsp; I sure don&#39;t want to miss&amp;nbsp;any adventure with You, Lord. &amp;nbsp;I have decided I will trust the election to you. I don&#39;t know what the outcome will be, but I know I will hear Your voice telling me things, and I don&#39;t want to miss what You have to say.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today, November 1st, I had an hour before my art class tonight, so I sat with the Lord with my &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; book and began to read through several entries dated January, 2005 (I was diagnosed with cancer on December 22, 2004). In the course of walking through cancer I received many scriptures from the Lord which came to enfold me in His voluminous gown. In fact, He said to me that He was using scriptures to cocoon me, so that when I emerge out of the cocoon I will be a beautiful butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As I was reading a few of these scriptures tonight, I felt&amp;nbsp;a soft&amp;nbsp;urging to declare them on behalf of the &lt;u&gt;bride of Christ&lt;/u&gt; for our nation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Psalm 27&lt;i&gt;: I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord. Be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Psalm 144:&lt;i&gt; Praise be to the Lord, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. You are my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge...Part your heavens, O Lord, and come down...Reach down your hand from on high; Deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters...I will sing a new song to you, O God; on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you...There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;II Chronicle 20:15, 16 and 17:&lt;i&gt; Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God&#39;s, Tomorrow march down against them...You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;These are just a few words I received back in January of 2005.&amp;nbsp;Today as I read them, they are coming to speak to me not about cancer but about the bride fighting for the future of her nation, even as Esther did in her time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On January 29, 2005, I wrote, &quot;I believe the crux of the matter is this: How do I treat His word? Do I believe it as the final authority on earth? Can I stake all of my life upon those words? Even as Elijah and Elisha in the Old Testament declared those words in the face of their enemies who sought their lives, will I be able to say the same things in the face of the enemies in my life? Do I see countless horses and a fiery chariot poised to come and fight for me, or is it just very inspiring to read those stories? I do not want to only read these scriptures and believe in them, be lifted up by them for a time, only to go right back to agonizing over my hardships. &lt;u&gt;Whatever I am learning today in my fight against cancer is going to stand me in good stead in the days to come.&quot;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; (As I read this paragraph tonight, my spirit took note that indeed the faith I received in 2005 for fighting cancer&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;going to stand me in good stead in this hour when we are fighting for the future of our nation - for our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren,&amp;nbsp;and the unborn.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In my journal on that same date,&amp;nbsp;I was asking God if He wanted me to get the chemo and radiation that all the doctors said I must have or I would die or He was&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;me to get tested to see if I was healed already. Whatever He was saying I would do it. I wrote,&quot;&lt;u&gt;But to my surprise, I heard Him ask me, &lt;em&gt;&#39;What do you want out of this&lt;/em&gt;?&#39; Without any thinking, my heart says, &#39;I want to experience miraculous healing.&#39; I realize this is not just my wishful thinking. My whole being wants this.&quot; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I lost the sense of the Garden in the past two years and became a person with &quot;to-do list.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Today as I came to the bluff He was waiting to remind me of what the Garden is&amp;nbsp;and is not.&amp;nbsp; My mind was full of so many tasks and worries and pressures.&amp;nbsp; When that sudden revelation came to me that none of these pressures are compatible with His Garden,&amp;nbsp;I said to myself,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Huh?!!! Are you sure?&quot; To which&amp;nbsp;I responded, &quot;Yes, I am sure. I dimly remember that He showed me over and over and over and over that in His Garden there is to be no &quot;to-do list.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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So I argued with myself, &quot;This is not the thing to say to anyone when the world is getting so dark now. Everyday there is more advancement towards darkness. The church is getting louder and louder that &#39;Woe is the United States! Woe! Woe! Woe!&#39; Revelation is full of woes!&amp;nbsp; So how can I be touting for a state of mind and heart and body where God calls His people to enter into rest as in Hebrews 4?&amp;nbsp; Or in other words to enter into His Garden where we are to be like children and trust Him for everything and&amp;nbsp;we go there to PLAY?&amp;nbsp; Who am I?&amp;nbsp; I am not a prophet or an intercessor.&amp;nbsp; I paint for God and write books for Him.&amp;nbsp; I have a small audience. That small audience loves what I have to say as from God.&amp;nbsp; What I hear has been validated by these ones. &lt;/div&gt;
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Nonetheless, I am like a small child and my voice is small.&amp;nbsp; I am reminded of the cartoon I love of&amp;nbsp;Snoopy dog dancing&amp;nbsp;with great joy&amp;nbsp;while Lucy glowers at him and forbids him to dance because the whole world is falling apart.&amp;nbsp; I also remember the story of Moses hidden behind the rock while God walks by and there was thunder and lightning, but God was not in it; there was huge wind, but God was not in it.&amp;nbsp; Then when everything was quiet, Moses heard a still small voice, and that was God.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here&#39;s&amp;nbsp;what God was showing me today. That&amp;nbsp;my strength is in being in the Garden and hearing His still small voice, because&amp;nbsp;the Garden is in that still small voice of the Lord. &quot;Be still and know that I am God.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I was hearing&amp;nbsp;that it&#39;s all about God who is in love with the world who would do anything to bring humans into His embrace, who knew the only way was for His Son to die on the cross and resurrect from the tomb, so that all humans can return to the&amp;nbsp;rest and joy of garden living. No more do they have to toil under the hot sun. The Garden is restored in the hearts of all who believe&amp;nbsp; the Son and through believing to live the life of walking and talking with the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. &lt;/div&gt;
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There is to be no more toiling, no more tears, no more worries because Jesus did all the toiling, all the suffering, bore all the pain and torment and rejection, all the sicknesses for every inhabitant of the earth.&amp;nbsp; Every inhabitant that calls upon His name is now living in the Garden with Him day in and day out, conversing with Him and enjoying sweetness and delight.&amp;nbsp;God has&amp;nbsp;made everything beautiful. I remember Dr. Mary Neal saying that after her return to life she now lives everyday of her life in the full awareness of the beauty of everything that happens to her. There is not one incident that is not beautiful, whether it is hard or difficult.&amp;nbsp; I remember hearing and reading Graham Cooke saying that he has not worried about anything for many years now. Wow!&amp;nbsp; Imagine that!&amp;nbsp; I want to trust Him so much and know that whatever the enemy means for evil He&amp;nbsp;can turned it&amp;nbsp;for good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hebrews 4:1,9 says &quot;Therefore, since the promise of entering into his rest still stands, let us be careful that none of you be found to have fallen short of it...There remains, then, a Sabbth rest for the people of God, for anyone who enters God&#39;s rest also from his own work, just as God did from his.&quot;&amp;nbsp; To not enter into the Garden of rest is unbelief. Unbelief is to say to Jesus, &quot;No!&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t believe that Your death has paid for my suffering and that I don&#39;t have to live in torment.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not true. I am suffering. We only rest when we get to heaven. On earth it is all toiling, pain and sorrow. That&#39;s the truth. So, please don&#39;t bother me with the offer of Garden living. What a lie! What a delusion!&amp;nbsp; All the days of my life is full of sorrow, pain and disappointments and hardship - that&#39;s my lot. It&#39;s all our lot!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is indeed farfetched to believe we can live the Garden life because it is not found in the wind or the thunder, but in the still small voice.&amp;nbsp; It takes the discipline of &quot;Be still and know that I am God&quot; to be a Garden dweller.&lt;/div&gt;
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I lost the Garden living when for two years we attended a church with a strong religious spirit of works, works, works. I lost it when I fell into the vat of religious anger.&amp;nbsp; When I had thought by fighting injustices with my anger I could right wrongs, I ended losing my peace and&amp;nbsp;therefore the art of &quot;hearing&quot; the still small voice. His still small voice.&lt;/div&gt;
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On this my birthday month I began to fall into that peace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was by reading my book, &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;randomly began &amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;read pages and pages of my book.&amp;nbsp; I started to read and took note that I could not relate to what I wrote.&amp;nbsp; Everything I&amp;nbsp;had written&amp;nbsp;seemed so distant, so unbelievable, so farfetched to me.&amp;nbsp; But the more I read the more I could relate and understand. Ever so gently the Spirit began to shake my body.&amp;nbsp; I sensed a peace coming down over me, covering me. My eyelids became heavy with the pressure of His Presence. I knew that He was carrying me into His Garden.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had come home to His Garden. The sense of sweetness and delight came over me. It was as if He was singing over me. &lt;/div&gt;
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But the next day I went into calling and writing emails to get students to come to my workshop.&amp;nbsp;The spirit of&amp;nbsp;toiling had jumped back on me and my muscles were tensed&amp;nbsp;up.&amp;nbsp;The sense of His Garden left me. I was into the system of the world: &quot;God helps those who help themselves.&quot; Perform, perform, perform. Not&amp;nbsp;realizing that the reason students sign up for my art classes over and over for many years is because I carry His Presence and they are so hungry for His Presence, though they do not know it. I can work so hard to get them to sign up, but it is not necessary&amp;nbsp;as they are coming because His anointing is on me when I teach art. They want what I carry -&amp;nbsp;the still small voice and me quietly vibrating in sync with His vibration, His heartbeat. The quieter I get, the stronger He is heard and felt by people around me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;BUT GOD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I see God&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;sending &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outrageous words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to His people at the&amp;nbsp;same time that the enemy seems to have his way and prayers seemingly are not getting answered. Many seasoned warriors are experiencing this double reality of the enemy&#39;s unrelenting oppression and at the same time receiving timely revelations from God as if He is not a bit concerned about whatever the enemy is up to.&amp;nbsp;He is simply going right ahead with His agenda. When really awful things are in our face, I am hearing Him say, &quot;Ignore it.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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So I am going back to the&amp;nbsp;words He gave for this year 2013&amp;nbsp;because they&amp;nbsp;are mandate to His church, His bride, the army of God. Remember the calendar-word&amp;nbsp;of Isaiah 60:1-3 and Isaiah&amp;nbsp;61: 1-4. &amp;nbsp;Most of us have been so buffeted since January that we have been focusing on darkness, instead of what He is saying to us.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s time to turn back to this really important word He gave us for this year, and throw all our hearts into it, receiving it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;/em&gt;Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord appears over you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&quot;The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor...to proclaim freedom fro the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord&#39;s favor and the day of the vengeance of our God...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Remember Joanne Stroud&amp;nbsp; boldly declaring for the year 2013 that we are to&amp;nbsp;say &quot;YES!&quot; to those scriptures and know that &lt;u&gt;we are it!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; We are to receive the words that we are &lt;em&gt;anointed&lt;/em&gt; to preach good news to the poor; we are &lt;em&gt;anointed&lt;/em&gt; to set the captives free; we are &lt;em&gt;anointed&lt;/em&gt; to declare the year of the Lord&#39;s favor. She warned us that we are going to get serious attacks for this word but we must keep our eyes not upon darkness but upon the Sovereign Lord. This is the year we are to press in and ask for MORE!&amp;nbsp; Let our passion rise up for Him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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We are very new at this, but we do thank those who are sending donation to our new ministry - J Brushworks Ministry. For one thing, the donations are allowing us to print more books&amp;nbsp;as God is getting these books, especially the &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; book,&amp;nbsp;to go out to people who have not heard&amp;nbsp;about these books before.&amp;nbsp;And the prints and cards. Yesterday as I&amp;nbsp;gave a private lesson&amp;nbsp;to two sisters from Fallbrook and Hawaii, they asked about the &quot;Out&amp;nbsp;of the Wilderness&quot;&amp;nbsp;original painting on my wall and also the &quot;Wild Bird&quot; painting. Before you know it, I was telling them the stories. I gave each of them a &quot;Wild Bird&quot; card and&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;they were reading the&amp;nbsp;story on the card&amp;nbsp;they began to tear&amp;nbsp;up.&amp;nbsp;These women were&amp;nbsp;so hungry for these painting words which point to&amp;nbsp;the love of God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Friendship was forged with them and we will see what else the Lord wants to do.&lt;/div&gt;
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Please pray&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;this ministry through &lt;strong&gt;art&lt;/strong&gt; &quot;for such a time as this.&quot; (Esther 4:14)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More and more, through fire and water, Peter and I are realizing&amp;nbsp;that our&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;ministry is&amp;nbsp;being called to rise up and shine and He the Sovereign Lord is anointing us to preach good news to the poor and to proclaim freedom to the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. And we are saying &quot;YES!&quot; to Him. We want more of Him! More passion for Him!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;Last year at this time the Lord sent two scriptures - Isaiah 60:1-3 and 61:1-4 to our Gatekeepers prayer group, which I wrote about on the 2013 calendar. Throughout 2013 I have experienced the Holy Spirit bringing me to these scriptures in so many ways and through many circumstances. &amp;nbsp;Today I take note that I had started the year 2013 in one way, and am ending this year with my life changed by these scriptures, particularly in the realm of creativity and joy in my teaching art. I am amazed by so many OMG! (Oh My God!) stories to tell!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;Well, the cycle has started again. Our Gatekeepers prayer group had our last meeting for this year and received three scriptures from the Lord for 2014. Already I find myself &quot;eating&quot; these scriptures (which is more than meditating) &amp;nbsp;as the anointing for doing so is strong. Here are the three verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;I Corinthians 3:9-10, &quot;&#39;&lt;i&gt;No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him&#39; but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;The painting-word He is using for 2014 is &quot;The River of Living Water Flowing in the Cavern of my heart in His heart.&quot; This is a painting the Lord sends to depict the verse &quot;&lt;i&gt;Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us...&lt;/i&gt;&quot; &amp;nbsp; Look at the painting and go deep into it to see what God sees of our hearts - through Christ He sees the river of gold, fire and water flowing powerfully through our hearts tucked in His heart. Gold stands for His glory and goodness; fire stands for passionate love from Him to us and us to Him, water stands for purity of our hearts cleansed by the blood of Jesus. &amp;nbsp;When we realize how God sees our hearts and how powerfully He is at work in our hearts as we go through the fire and water of life&#39;s experiences, we &lt;u&gt;know &lt;/u&gt;our value to Him as His bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;The enemy is creating more havoc and chaos in the earth and many hearts are stricken with fear, worries and depression. Whatever the media tells us life is about, the Lord is ushering you and me, His bride, to live more and more in the realm of &lt;i&gt;eye has not seen, ear has not heard, mind has not conceived what God has prepared&lt;/i&gt; for those who love him. He is preparing a bride who will live with a sense of wonder. His church will become more astonished by His beauty and goodness. To quote Graham Cooke(&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brilliantbookhouse.com/&quot;&gt;www.BrilliantBookHouse.com&lt;/a&gt; ) &quot;&lt;i&gt;Our gift to the world is the revelation of the nature of God to us.&lt;/i&gt;&quot; &amp;nbsp;Goodness is the very nature of God. &amp;nbsp;At the cross our Savior Jesus declared, &quot;It is finished!&quot; because He has done &lt;u&gt;everything &lt;/u&gt;needed to be done so we can live with the river of living water flowing through our hearts tucked into His heart. We get to receive the huge portion of His goodness with our names on it, and eat and grow strong even as we abide in the stance of faith. &amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;i&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/i&gt;&quot; &amp;nbsp;(Hebrew 11:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;With a twinkle in my eyes let me tell you some &quot;immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine&quot; news that are coming in - my 5-year nephew who lives in Los Angeles fell off a trailer cart that was carting customers to pick up their Christmas trees, and the cart went over his body. Yet doctors treating him could not find anything broken, exclaiming, &quot;This is simply not possible that he is not hurt!&quot; A Chinese lawyer in Los Angeles riddled with cancer was being prayed for at a church meeting. With no one pushing him, he fell background to the ground under the power of God (something he could never imagine experiencing before). When he went back to his doctor, all signs of cancer was gone. &amp;nbsp;For four years my husband has applied and applied for jobs, but there was no job for him. A few days before Christmas, out of the blue, he got an interview, and this one looks hopeful. Our neighbor who has been suffering from back pain for many years, went and bought a mattress called &quot;Cloud&quot; which I had recommended to her a few years ago. In four days time she was beside herself with joy that the pain is almost not noticeable anymore. &amp;nbsp;Love to hear your &quot;immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine&quot; news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;In this last week before 2014, the Lord has been getting me up in the night hours to pray for for those who have been oppressed by fear in their marriage, by a son or daughter&#39;s mental health, by the plight of God&#39;s people whose lives are endangered, etc. &amp;nbsp;I received these verses in Isaiah for you who are waiting for His deliverance: &quot;&lt;i&gt;Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you...Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.&quot; (Isa.35:4,10) &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp;&quot;You will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gave you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teacher will be hidden no more; you will see them with your own eyes whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ear will hear a voice behind you, saying, &#39;This is the way, walk in it.&#39;...He will send you rain for the seed you sow in the ground, and the food that comes from the land will be rich and plentiful.&quot; &lt;/i&gt;(Isa.30:19-21,23) &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp;&quot;See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you.&quot; (Isa.42:9)&quot;I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you, do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand...Do not be afraid, O worm Jacob, O little Israel, for I myself will help you, declares the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;(Isa.41:9-10,14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;to proclaim the year of&amp;nbsp;the Lord&#39;s favor...(Isaiah 61:1-2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I felt a heaviness on my heart for church and nation when on December 13, 2012, I&amp;nbsp;took a trip to Oceanside in the&amp;nbsp;northern region of San Diego county, to pray with the Gatekeepers&amp;nbsp;led by&amp;nbsp;pastor Joanne Stroud.&amp;nbsp; It is a very small strategic prayer group that hears His heartbeat and prays accordingly&amp;nbsp;and knows ahead of time what He is doing, especially for the San Diego county.&amp;nbsp;I walked into a blast of spiritual fresh air.&amp;nbsp;Joanne had received two&amp;nbsp;scripture passages&amp;nbsp;from the Lord and she was having the group read these Scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.&amp;nbsp; Lift up your eyes and look about you. All assemble and come to you. Your sons come from afar, and your daughters are carried on the arm. Then you will look and be radiant, your heart will throb and swell with joy; the wealth on the seas will be brought to you, to you the riches of the nations will come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord&#39;s favor and the day of the vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion, to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Joanne was like a trainer, a coach, or a general in our face, saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Say &#39;Yes&#39;! Say &#39;Yes&#39;! Say &#39;Yes&#39;!&amp;nbsp; Receive it!&amp;nbsp; Know that we are &#39;it&#39;.&amp;nbsp;The glory of the Lord&amp;nbsp;is on His people&amp;nbsp;and we are not&amp;nbsp;praying&amp;nbsp;and hoping for that to come in&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;it is already in.&amp;nbsp;We are anointed to preach good news to the poor,&amp;nbsp;to those who mourn,&amp;nbsp;to set the captives free.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is the way&amp;nbsp;we are to be positioned &amp;nbsp;as we receive the impact of the Holy Spirit upon each of us. We are keeping our eyes not upon darkness but upon the Sovereign Lord. We declare,&#39;I am anointed. I am anointed.&#39; We receive this word on behalf of the church, both individually and corporately.&amp;nbsp; We don&#39;t know what it will look like and how it will play out for each of us, even each church,&amp;nbsp;but we know we don&#39;t want to miss it. Know that if you are willing to accept it, your DNA changes today, unless you allow the enemy to take it from you.&amp;nbsp; We are the&amp;nbsp;in-Christ one.&amp;nbsp;It is part of His over all plan that His bride is risen up proclaimng the year of the Lord&#39;s favor. The Lion of Judah roars over us - His power and authority imprinted upon our spirit. We are to cause the anointing to rise up in our innermost beings. Because the Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon us, therefore nothing is impossible for us.&amp;nbsp; Lord, help us to grasp this and to walk it out to impact others with it as we affect our family, our region, state, nation, the world.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We serve a God who dictates time and season. Even as the election is in the next 10 days, this is the time He is reminding me to write my next art book. What?!&amp;nbsp; Listen to this!&amp;nbsp; On June 3, 2005, I wrote in my journal which is the first entry of my&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness, My Journey through Cancer and Cancerous Lies,&lt;/u&gt; book: &quot;as I sit here by the ocean with my journal and Bible and pen, numbed and bewildered by the diagnosis of breast cancer, my spirit is hearing Him speak about a second art book He wants me to write...It would be about how to paint small animals, butterfly, crab, fruits and vegetables with childlike freedom and joy. What does this book have to do with my plight with cancer? I sensed Him answering thus: &lt;em&gt;Jean, this book will be all about life. It is a celebration of life.Do you see why the enemy, Satan, wants you to focus on cancer and death?&amp;nbsp; It is because you are about to receive from Heaven the fragrance or &#39;nard&#39; for life and life abundant. Every word, every stroke will bring down Heaven&#39;s fragrant &#39;nard&#39; of life...Catch a whiff of the fragrance and you will catch Heaven&#39;s desire to impart life and life abundant...You have the power to write the book that speaks life and life abundant. You have the authority to command life and life abundant to come forth through the words you write and the paintings you paint. Life pulsates out of your words and your paintings as you live life abundantly. I am living inside you, and as you move and have your being in Me, My life will pulsate through you.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been seven years since I wrote those words.&amp;nbsp;For seven years I did not&amp;nbsp;sense His anointing to write this second art book. In due course, I came to&amp;nbsp;wonder if He was&amp;nbsp;actually referring to my last book, &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; and not to an art book. I even considered taking that first entry out of my book.&lt;/div&gt;
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Two weeks ago as I was getting ready to&amp;nbsp;put&amp;nbsp;together&amp;nbsp;another art book with pumpkins, rabbit, fruits and vegetables for the use of&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;workshop I am doing in Fallbrook in a couple of weeks,&amp;nbsp;I could not sleep all night.&amp;nbsp;As I was restlessly prowling around&amp;nbsp;the house,&amp;nbsp;I took out my &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; book and started reading it. As I reread June 3rd entry and several more entries where He talked about&amp;nbsp;the art book that is to bring down Heaven&#39;s desire to give life and life abundant, I knew that the time is NOW, because it is a prophetic word from seven years ago, asking me to do a prophetic act that is for &lt;u&gt;this time&lt;/u&gt;, not only for our lives, but also for our nation. &lt;/div&gt;
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In a month, December 1st, I will be doing a whole day workshop on healing at the Pasadena International House of Prayer (PIHOP). Today, end of October, they are having the national directors of Healing Rooms do a workshop on healing.&amp;nbsp; My session is the next in line. I said to God, &quot;Are you kidding?&amp;nbsp; What do I have to say about healing!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I believe He is saying, &quot;Plenty!&quot; It won&#39;t be about training people to pray for healing, but it would be to share on the stance of the bride of Christ to combat the spirit of infirmity - how she embraces life and life abundant, how her mind is being transformed into the mind of Christ as&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;thinks on whatever is true and lovely and beautiful and excellent and praiseworthy.(Philippians 4:8)&amp;nbsp;- all&amp;nbsp;that He has been painstakingly speaking into me in the cavern of my heart tucked in the cavern of His heart. Please pray&amp;nbsp; for me so I will not be distracted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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An interesting&amp;nbsp;God-news.&amp;nbsp; My one and only copy of a&amp;nbsp;paperback bound book of &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Rising Up of the Warrior Bride of Christ, A Prophetic Journey,&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;was hidden from me for many years,&amp;nbsp;is on its way to the federal penitentiary, to be read by a brother in the Lord who is in total solitary confinement for 20&amp;nbsp; some years&amp;nbsp;and not allowed to have any communication with the outside world except with his&amp;nbsp;immediate family.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Lord has been visiting him and speaking to him and transporting him out of the walls of the prison to do His&amp;nbsp;assignments in different parts of the world - yes, much like Philip who was transported to&amp;nbsp;the desert to minister&amp;nbsp;to the eunuch who was studying&amp;nbsp;the book of Isaiah.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;is starting to&amp;nbsp;paint, and&amp;nbsp;his ex-chaplain who is not allowed to write with him, found my website and ordered my book so he can learn about prophetic art.&amp;nbsp;Pray that this book will reach his hand in good time (normally it would be two months before he gets his mail). Pray for&amp;nbsp;the release of&amp;nbsp;the anointing of these painting-words to come upon him. Perchance there be a transference of the prophetic anointing that was on me to&amp;nbsp;him.&amp;nbsp;Amen!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Each of the last three adventures - to Pasadena International House of Prayer (PIHOP)&amp;nbsp;to speak on creativity and joy, to the Chinese fellowship in Glendale, and the unplanned trip to the Aglow conference with me still coughing and unable to speak - were &quot;dire straits,&quot; or narrow paths that were risky and so uncomfortable, except that by God&#39;s grace I stayed on course. Now I already see in my spirit that the fruits, the&amp;nbsp;rewards are HUGE. Thank you for praying for me to make these trips and not to say &quot;No&quot; to God because they are not sensible or smart. Thank God! Thank God! Thank God! &lt;/div&gt;
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Quickly, about the cough and the loss of voice syndrome. When I rose 10 ft. tall as the fearless warrior bride to speak to my fellow Chinese in Los Angeles, and my voice came forth from my belly full of the Holy Spirit, I really believed that the cough would&amp;nbsp;go away after my talk and my voice returned to normal.&amp;nbsp;But it was not so!&amp;nbsp;I continued to cough and to have no voice. I was miserable and disappointed. In the days following my cough got worse. My every thought was about my symptoms. How could that be when I experienced His miracle at the fellowship?&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not just about the cough and no voice, it was really more about all the prayers from the saints and the faith&amp;nbsp;and the conquering spirit in me that triumphed over circumstances and sickness. The detective part of my spirit knew something was amiss. What was it!&amp;nbsp; The night before the trip to Aglow conference I could not sleep. I said to God,&quot; What hapened to me, God? How did I go from a 10 ft. tall warrior bride to a victim-like person? What went wrong, God? This was not supposed to be my story.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then the Lord showd me&amp;nbsp;what really happened after my talk:&amp;nbsp;I got careless and from there went into pity party and worry.&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;miffed at God&amp;nbsp;for not healing my cough and voice.&amp;nbsp;That opened the door for the enemy to whisper to me,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Poor Jean! You even had to teach your classes when you had no voice because you needed the income. So sad.&amp;nbsp;Look at your circumstance now - you&amp;nbsp;no longer have&amp;nbsp;the option to be sick anymore. Is God really taking care of your needs?&quot;&amp;nbsp;I woke up to the ploy of the enemy when I could &quot;hear&quot; what he was really saying to me and I was agreeing with. Quickly I asked God to forgive me and I put everything back into His hands - cough, no voice, tiredness and whatever&amp;nbsp;His timing was for healing me. I even began to thank Him for the cough, knowing that He would turn everything to good, even the cough.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the last session where Graham Cooke spoke, because of my cough(where I have had to run to the restroom due to the coughs),&amp;nbsp;I chose to go to the overflow room where there was practically nobody but me. As Graham began to speak, he chit-chatted with us. Suddenly, out of the blue, I heard him say,&quot;&lt;u&gt;Yeah! Yesterday I felt my voice come under attack. I said to myself, Well, when the enemy attacks my voice, it must mean that he is deadly scared of what I am about to say.&quot;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Just like that, I knew the why of my cough and the loss of voice.&lt;/u&gt; I knew it has to do with my speaking on the ancient Chinese written words!&amp;nbsp; The enemy tried to stop me from going to the Chinese fellowship to speak, but failed to do so.&amp;nbsp;That&amp;nbsp;is nothing compared to&amp;nbsp;what God&amp;nbsp;is showing me about&amp;nbsp;the Chinese characters (in&amp;nbsp;C.H. Kang&#39;s book on &lt;u&gt;The Discovery of Genesis&lt;/u&gt;)&amp;nbsp;that has to do with the creation of the WOMAN out of the rib of the MAN, and the ensuing life of companionship of this woman and this man. I already know He is about to show me something so key, so fundamental about MARRIAGE through those characters our ancients&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;invented about the life of the TWO&amp;nbsp;humans in that garden. So many characters were about TWO people, not three, not a group, but always, TWO humans. I actually have been waiting to get done with the three out-of-town assignments so I can hide away and listen to Him showing me about the&amp;nbsp;Garden marriage through these characters.&amp;nbsp;It will be a part of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the NEW MAN-NEW MARRIAGE He wants me to write on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now hear this. After the Graham Cooke&#39;s session, I walked out to meet up with streams of people coming out of the auditorium.&amp;nbsp; I ran into Pastor Mike Hubbard from Oceanside. We stopped and talked for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; He asked me a strange question. &quot;Jean, can you help me out?&amp;nbsp; I am going to Fuzhow to speak to Chinese men about marriage. I need to have some Chinese characters about marriage.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I looked at him and said, &quot;Interesting you should ask. I am about to write (a book) about such Chinese characters (&amp;nbsp;which will cast light on God&#39;s thought&amp;nbsp;on marriage)&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that Mike does not know about Kang&#39;s book on &lt;u&gt;Discovery of Genesis, How the Truths Were Found&amp;nbsp;Hidden in the Chinese Language.&lt;/u&gt;&quot; He just wanted some Chinese calligraphy written for him. But this is what the enemy is scared of.&amp;nbsp;To this day, in China,&amp;nbsp;women are still minority and are abused and mistreated by their husbands, even Christian men. It is culturally acceptable. The enemy&amp;nbsp;cannot afford for me to discover what&amp;nbsp;God wants to show me, and for me to write His revelation down and to share with my readers who pray and also with Mike who is going to China to teach and retrain the&amp;nbsp;Chinese men&amp;nbsp;in their thinking about women and their treatments of their wives.&amp;nbsp;It is important that we identify the ploy of the enemy and expose him, because it renders null and void his wile and scheme against us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to write&amp;nbsp;so badly about what Graham shared on UPGRADES&amp;nbsp;but it will have to be another report. But let me just slip this in for now-please know that&amp;nbsp;upgrades from God for His people are super important in this day and time. Every time we release all of our fears and worries and anger and bitterness and discouragement and low self-esteem, etc.etc. to God, really, really let them go into His hands, the Holy Spirit is free to give us upgrades from the Father for our lives. Upgrades come from our standing between God the Father and God the Son as they converse and love on each other and we get to receive their joy and peace and thoughts and plans. The Holy Spirit just smile ear to ear as He keep us in that position of love. Also, He gets to take us on&amp;nbsp;adventures&amp;nbsp;to do mighty deeds with Him and for Him. &lt;/div&gt;
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My eyes are opened now. What I have shared with you in these three emails are my choosing to release my fears and worries to God and&amp;nbsp;the resulting UPGRADES or adventures or creativity and joy I got in return. They were 10-fold, 40-fold, 90-fold kingdom rewards or fruits. It is so important that more and more of God&#39;s people release every single one of&amp;nbsp;our worries and fears and issues to Him, even name them one by one, and drop them into Jesus&#39; lap, and not go back to take them back into our own hands again. Then and only then, when we are free to receive His love, He can give us our upgrades. Oh the joy of going into adventures with Him, and bringing back so much fruits!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his loves endures forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and He answered by setting me free...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;They swarmed around me like bees, but the Lord helped me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;he has become my salvation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The Lord has chastened me severely, but he has not given me over to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was testing and training the whole way for going to do the workshop at Pasadena International House of Prayer (PIHOP).The enemy continued to hit, but the Lord continued to train. I was in the school of the overcomer, and this assignment&amp;nbsp;was pretty high level and God had to train me&amp;nbsp;well to handle this.&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;going through what Chuck Pierce calls &quot;dire strait.&quot; That&#39;s what you and I are experiencing in so many ways. Such a tiny opening and guarded by the enemy, but we must get through that dire passage to get to the next portion of our destiny, the next clearing where we can &quot;see&quot; what is up ahead for us. So important.&lt;/div&gt;
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But God met me in those dire passages. In the last three days before the workshop on September 1st, I got three painting-words that I was to bring to the workshop. First it was the &quot;Mountain of God&quot; which came the next morning after my heart palpitation episode.&amp;nbsp;This came with passages from Revelation that were&amp;nbsp;given to me to eat. That morning I was stuck with five dilemmas in my life and&amp;nbsp;I was hearing Him tell me, &quot;You come up higher and I will show you what must take place after this.&quot; It is climbing higher to be with Him, with nothing but being on a rock, face to face with Him, and singing the song of the overcomer. I knew in my spirit that things looked bad, but if I go up there to hang out with Him, I will KNOW.&amp;nbsp;I proceeded to know by faith that all is well with everyone of those five dilemmas. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sensing my weakness, I cried out to God to help me.&amp;nbsp;He answered me by the following&amp;nbsp;passages. Rev. 1:17: &quot;&lt;em&gt;Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive forever and ever. And I hold the keys of death and Hades. &lt;strong&gt;Write&lt;/strong&gt; (or declare, or dance, or sing, etc.) therefore, what you have seen, what is now and what will take place later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Next I got Rev. 2:7, &quot;&lt;em&gt;To him that overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; ( I know that is why God keeps training me in the school of the overcomer, so that I will be kept alive by eating from the tree of life, and I believe that these painting-words are fruits from the Tree of Life and I have been kept alive by these painting-words, with&amp;nbsp;special reference to cancer.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Revelation 3:7 follows: &quot;&lt;em&gt;What he opens no one can shut and what he shuts no one can open. I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; (That speaks clearly to me because I know that on my part all I have is that I have kept His word and not denied His name. That is my two fish and five loaves of bread or my 1% to His 99% in the scheme of things.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Revelation 3:11, &quot;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to what you have, so no one can take your crown&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp; (His training is strengthening my arms so I can hold on to what He has given me and not allow the enemy to rob, steal and kill. It is the warrior bride stance that He is developing in all of us. No more limpy arms, and victim-like mentality.)&lt;/div&gt;
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During&amp;nbsp;another&amp;nbsp;midnight of&amp;nbsp;hanging out with the Lord,&amp;nbsp;Revelation 12 was given.&amp;nbsp;He was&amp;nbsp;giving me the interpretation about the woman who was giving birth and the dragon who was waiting to devour the child. The woman was the church, and she was about to give birth to &quot;creativity and joy.&quot; It is&amp;nbsp;the rising up of&amp;nbsp;an army of creative people. Yes! Yes! an army of passionately creative people who are hearing, hearing, hearing from the Throne Room and receiving ideas, formulas, visions, sound, cures, inventions straight from the Creator God.&amp;nbsp;Thus, a second painting-word was added to bring to PIHOP- the Tidal Wave 2.&amp;nbsp;He was saying to us that this next tidal wave&amp;nbsp;will not&amp;nbsp;be like The Call tidal wave of 2001. Rather, this tidal wave will bring in the Renaissance period with&amp;nbsp;an outpouring of creativity and joy unlike anything we have seen or heard or imagined, thus sweeping many into the kingdom of&amp;nbsp;God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As an aside, let me share a story of my teaching art. For the last&amp;nbsp;4 years or so, God has been coming to my Chinese brush painting classes. Before that, I was burned out teaching a bunch of atheists, intellectuals, new-agers, eastern religion proponents.I wanted to quit teaching. But He said He would come to my classes if I continued to teach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From then on my classes became the joy of my life.&amp;nbsp;When I was teaching and demonstrating, I&amp;nbsp;would see&amp;nbsp;my students listening with such focus,&amp;nbsp;sometimes with tears brimming their eyes. I could not preach about Jesus, but Jesus was giving them kingdom principles. I was able to take these pre-believers to underground passages and show them how to paint from deep within the&amp;nbsp;caverns of their hearts.&amp;nbsp;I took note that&amp;nbsp;my students&amp;nbsp;were turning&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;children who laugh and play in His Garden. These&amp;nbsp;are people who&amp;nbsp;would not step into a church, nor hold a Bible, but God is preparing to&amp;nbsp;sweep them one day into His kingdom through the outpouring of creativity and joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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On Friday, August 31st, the Lord revealed that the third word I was to share at PIHOP was the &quot;Sunflower&quot; painting-word. This painting was the second one that God&amp;nbsp;gave me&amp;nbsp;in 1993.&amp;nbsp;It was about joy.&amp;nbsp; The scripture was &quot;&lt;em&gt;anointing you with the oil of joy&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;(Psalm 45:7).&amp;nbsp; I saw a vision of a heart with a stout white pipeline stuck on its side pointing up to heaven. The Lord said to me at that time, &quot;I am pouring out the oil of joy into your heart and the heart of my people. This joy is not of the earth, but purely of heaven.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Yet, at 1:30 AM of Sept.1, I was up asking the Lord how was I going to speak about joy when I rarely feel joy. Creativity, yes, but not joy. People with my background in depression do not experience joy very often. Yet at the night hour I felt as if I was going through&amp;nbsp;a birthing experience. I was groaning and rocking in the spirit participating in something His Spirit was doing. It was a deep experience that was more than I could comprehend. I knew then that my going to PIHOP was to birth something important in the spirit, with the help of those who would attend the workshop.&lt;/div&gt;
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As we drove up to Pasadena, I was so tired from lack of sleep and all the warfare. I told God, &quot;Look!&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t have an ounce of strength left to do a 21/2 hour workshop. But I give You all I have.&quot;&amp;nbsp; As soon as I stepped through the doorway of PIHOP, all tiredness left.&amp;nbsp;There was&amp;nbsp;so much peace in that building. I felt spiritual energy flowing into me. Gone was any thought of warfare or concern of any sort. All I can tell you is that I&amp;nbsp;sensed such presence of the Holy Spirit the whole time I was speaking. I&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;had time and energy&amp;nbsp;to organize my talk, so I simply flowed with the Spirit and it was great. I felt so safe there with these people I had never met before. I felt so confident and sure-footed as a mountain goat. I took my time developing the thoughts from the Lord, point by point. &amp;nbsp;I got to share everything the Holy Spirit entrusted me to share. What luxury to have that kind of ease in sharing His kingdom thoughts with fellow lovers of God.&amp;nbsp; After my talk we went into prayer. Then I got to pray for a lot of people there. Just about everyone was connecting with God in deep ways, with tears flowing down their faces. We were&amp;nbsp;full of&amp;nbsp;joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;You have been taught My word, and My ways have been revealed to you by the spirit of truth. You have been equipped by the spirit of power as you have embraced the gifts of the Spirit and have believed that you can operate in these. And now you are entering a time of testing so that you can apply that which you have learned and that which you have received. In this season you can pass the tests that come by using the authority that you have been given. Luke 10:19 says, &#39;Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.&#39; These tests will strengthen you and will teach you responsibility and integrity.&amp;nbsp; They will equip you to be more than conquerors and enable you to be overcomers. This is an important season in which I am preparing My people to become a glorious church.&amp;nbsp; It is a season in which you must live by My prophetic and written word. You must now learn to apply by faith My words to every test, and if you do so, you will have victory and reason for celebration. Present vision will be established as you embrace the challenges of this season. Rejoice and be glad for the time of the victory and the Day of My power is at hand, says the Lord.&quot;&amp;nbsp; (Bill Burns, &quot;2012- a Year of Discovery, part 2) in &quot;The Trumpet&quot; (12/5/11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For me this is indeed the year of testing and training for authority. It comes with unrelenting assault and oppression. Chuck Pierce calls it &quot;dire strait&quot; or &quot;narrow place.&quot; He wrote that many are facing circumstances which have the potential to create devastation, but we must choose life over unbelief.&amp;nbsp;For those who read my July 9th report about &quot;Boiler Room&quot; and &quot;Warrior bride knight&quot;,&amp;nbsp;this is the third word I had wanted to share with you.&lt;/div&gt;
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On July 5th, I woke up in the night hours with very heavy heart and went to sit with the Lord.&amp;nbsp;Psalm 18:4 described how I felt: &quot;The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.&quot; It was not &quot;death&quot; but doubts of hearing God correctly. In truth it was not really me, but the devil was pushing me to doubt my ability to hear God&#39;s voice. At that critical moment,&amp;nbsp;a vision came to me: I&amp;nbsp;&quot;saw&quot; the electrode of my heart zipped from the normal track to the abnormal track&amp;nbsp;signaling that&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;dreaded heart palpitation (SVT)&amp;nbsp;was starting (this being a condition I suffered for many years)&amp;nbsp;Normally when&amp;nbsp;SVT starts, I&amp;nbsp;would lie&amp;nbsp;still for hours and pray and&amp;nbsp;wait&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;see if my&amp;nbsp;heart would convert back&amp;nbsp;to normal heartbeat.&amp;nbsp;However,&amp;nbsp;I would end up going to Urgent Care&amp;nbsp;for help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But NOT this time.&amp;nbsp;I have been hearing from God about the enemy&#39;s ploy called &quot;dilemma&quot; where the bride of Christ would be driven to distraction cannot tell which of the two courses/two paths/two understandings/two words from the Lord, both sounding like God&amp;nbsp;- which was God and which was&amp;nbsp;pseudo God.It would all be so tricky and almost identical&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;both would seem good, only underneath one would be false and the other is true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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God has been training me to discern the spirits, which is&amp;nbsp;no longer easy to discern because of the time we are in when&amp;nbsp;darkness and light&amp;nbsp;seem to blur.&amp;nbsp;God has also been&amp;nbsp;showing me&amp;nbsp;that &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; seemingly physical&amp;nbsp;health&amp;nbsp;manifestations&amp;nbsp;are actually not real health problems but&amp;nbsp;demonically inspired wiles and scheme. If they are not real, then they must be fought at a spiritual level.&amp;nbsp;I watched the way these SVT have been&amp;nbsp;happening so often to me&amp;nbsp;from January to March,&amp;nbsp;causing so much anguish and self-doubt - &amp;nbsp;if God already said I was healed, yet I continued to have SVT, then&amp;nbsp;did God really say I was healed or&amp;nbsp;did I hear wrong? What God is training me to look for&amp;nbsp;is what is in it for the enemy.&amp;nbsp; I see how in many cases he is using these physical health problems to weary the bride so that we&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have peace and joy.&amp;nbsp;We are distracted and confounded and worried as seemingly one health problem leads to discovery of another one, and another one.&lt;/div&gt;
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In my case I saw how&amp;nbsp;I had become a shadow of who I was, so afraid that&amp;nbsp;SVT&amp;nbsp;might show up when I was driving to Los Angeles, or when I get up in the morning and all of a sudden my heart would go into SVT.&amp;nbsp;Thus that fateful night&amp;nbsp;on July 5th, when SVT got started and God gave me that&amp;nbsp;quick vision of&amp;nbsp;my heart&amp;nbsp;switching from normal track to abnormal track,&amp;nbsp;my spirit was ready to fight the assault. I&amp;nbsp;sprang forth from the&amp;nbsp;chair&amp;nbsp;like a soldier facing an enemy in the house. I whipped out my weapon and went on the assault against the enemy.&amp;nbsp;I put my hand on my heart and I declared with great authority (although not loudly as Peter was sleeping),&amp;nbsp;&quot;No weapons forged against my heart will succeed.&quot; &quot;By His stripes my heart is healed.&quot;&amp;nbsp;There was no double-mindedness as I commanded my heart/mind/emotion/body to be one to agree with God that He has healed me of SVT and to tell&amp;nbsp;SVT to be gone in Jesus&#39; name.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;even talked to&amp;nbsp;my heart as if it were a person: &quot;Rest, heart!&amp;nbsp; Do not fear! Remember Jesus is holding you in His hand.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Heart palpitation obeyed and went away!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, SVT had become so bad and occuring so often that I was eager to have the procedure done on my heart where they would burn the abnormal path.&amp;nbsp;It would have been easier, so much easier if I just get the procedure done, instead of waiting to see what&amp;nbsp;was on God&#39;s mind concerning this matter. But I knew in my heart of hearts that if God tells me He has healed me, then I prefer to find out why I was still having SVT and I would prefer to overcome whatever scheme the enemy has so that I can gain more authority in the realm of healing.&amp;nbsp; So, in the end I cancelled the appointment for the procedure and chose to go this route because I know that the spiritual gain is huge. I am not saying this is for&amp;nbsp;everyone. Each person needs to find out what the Lord is saying to her/him. I have&amp;nbsp;a friend&amp;nbsp;who wanted to go the supernatural route with cancer but God told her to go the medical route. She is a mighty warrior who prays for healing.&lt;/div&gt;
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What the enemy&amp;nbsp;is after&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;for me to&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;deny&lt;/u&gt; that I hear God rightly&amp;nbsp;or that those reports I write&amp;nbsp;are from God, such as &quot;All is well!&quot;&amp;nbsp; and other reports I have sent to you. Once I deny that I hear God correctly than he can fool around with my mind, and I won&#39;t be able to write the next book. Very clever. That day after I fought and won over SVT I heard&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Holy Spirit say to me, &quot;You must not give away any word that&amp;nbsp;I have given you.&amp;nbsp;You have to stand and hang on tightly to what I give you.&amp;nbsp; Do not doubt. If you doubt, the enemy will rob you and Peter of what you wrote concerning your destiny together. Do you understand?&quot;&amp;nbsp; I understood as I never did before.&amp;nbsp; I asked His forgiveness for often giving in to doubts which probably came out of a sense of unworthiness and passivity and fear of man (a very acceptable Chinese attribute of &#39;modesty&#39; and&amp;nbsp;submitting to&amp;nbsp;one&#39;s lot).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;I fought and won!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; SVT disappeared.&amp;nbsp;Three more times when I was in a dilemma and fear was encroaching on my heart, SVT would get started, but I took the offensive and assaulted the enemy and each time it would shrivel up and leave.&amp;nbsp; Just like cancer, after I was healed of it, there were two separate occasions when the doctors&amp;nbsp;believed&amp;nbsp;cancer had come back. I&amp;nbsp;started to go&amp;nbsp;into fear and turmoil but&amp;nbsp;fought and fought in the&amp;nbsp;cavern of my heart in His heart until I heard God say, &quot;It&#39;s OK.Jean. You can rest now. Cancer has not come back!&quot;&amp;nbsp;Since then I no longer&amp;nbsp;bother with the issue of cancer. I notice&amp;nbsp;it is the same with SVT. Three times it came back, or so it seems, scaring and confusing me, but after I got the vision and went on the offensive, I no longer fear it, and I believe the issue is closed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is testing and training in authority. Something that someone like me has taken a whole lifetime to learn to do. But God has not left me behind.&amp;nbsp; I am a warrior now just like you are, and we are rising up to be a fighting unit, &quot;for such a time as this,&quot; (Esther 4:14)&lt;/div&gt;
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No sooner had I enjoyed victory over SVT then I entered the month of July, a month of unbelievable oppression. Circumstances&amp;nbsp;came in one after another with the intend to drag me back into the miry pit of depression, which was a mental and emotional problem I lived with since childhood.&amp;nbsp;Voices hounded me&amp;nbsp;day and night&amp;nbsp;and actual events or circumstances made me question&amp;nbsp;my worth, my character&amp;nbsp;and even my identity.&amp;nbsp; At the same time it has become&amp;nbsp;clearer and clearer that the Lord is&amp;nbsp;writing the next book which I am receiving down here. Yet I&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;buffeted with vexation&amp;nbsp;tearing me down and bringing up all my past issues of depression.&amp;nbsp;Here I am, supposed&amp;nbsp;to be hearing from the Lord about &quot;new man-new marriage&quot; but it seemed that Peter and I are more at odds with each other.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I sought help from the Lord and He would direct me to read certain portions of my book &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; and from what I wrote seven years ago He would speak clearly to me. I asked prayer from trustworthy&amp;nbsp;intercessors and received validation and&amp;nbsp;encouragement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I would receive relief and clarification but&amp;nbsp;could not keep them. Over and over the hot howling wind of vexation would come&amp;nbsp;over me. &lt;/div&gt;
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The night before last night&amp;nbsp;I stayed up to&amp;nbsp;2:00 AM&amp;nbsp;begging the Lord&amp;nbsp;to take away the assignment to write another book for Him.&amp;nbsp; I have two amazing invitations to do workshops on &quot;creativity and joy&quot; in September and a whole day workshop on &quot;healing&quot; in December for Pasadena IHOP,but I no longer&amp;nbsp;believed I&amp;nbsp;was capable to handle such assignments.&amp;nbsp;Underneath in my psyche fear has come back to take residence -&amp;nbsp;great fear of failure, fear of losing everything, fear of losing the respect of others, and worse, fear of losing the anointing from the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I felt so defeated and so weak it seemed like another lifetime ago when I took authority over the fear of SVT and won. Yet it was only a month or so ago that I had won that critical war.&amp;nbsp;What has happened to me!?&amp;nbsp; I had no strength to fight. What authority? What boldness?&lt;/div&gt;
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I woke up before 6:00 AM yesterday morning, and once again I&amp;nbsp;felt the spirits of oppression gathering around ready to assault me, as it&amp;nbsp;had done&amp;nbsp;for over a month. As I felt the anguish filling my heart once again, I also felt my heart moving into SVT ready to go into heart palpitation.&amp;nbsp;In that split second, righteous anger filled my heart. God has trained me well to take authority over the SVT, but&amp;nbsp;to take authority over emotional and mental assault -&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s something still not quite&amp;nbsp;worked into me.&amp;nbsp;However, I knew I have to get it this time! I cannot allow this assault to continue!&amp;nbsp;Without missing a beat the warrior bride spirit in me rose up ten-story high to declare that &quot;No weapons forged against me will succeed,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Not by might nor by power but by My Spirit, says the Lord of Host,&quot; that &quot;If God is for me who can be against me.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Only this time it was not SVT, but it was the spirits of depression, fear of man, doubts and unbelief,&amp;nbsp;confusion and&amp;nbsp;anger and vexation, the spirit of disunity with Peter. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;saw myself, felt myself, heard myself told&amp;nbsp;all these oppressing spirits to be gone in Jesus&#39; name, out of our house, out of my marriage.&amp;nbsp;I was very thorough. I was like a lioness. There was no fooling around with me.&amp;nbsp;In fact, a funny picture came to mind. I saw myself as the Green Hulk in the Avengers movie.&amp;nbsp;Boy!&amp;nbsp; I can see the enemy scattered whichever way. So furious was I.&amp;nbsp;The boldness of the Holy Spirit in me.&amp;nbsp;I did all that while still lying in bed. When I got&amp;nbsp;out of bed and walked about, I&amp;nbsp;knew that those&amp;nbsp;spirits were gone. For the first day&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a month I had a great sense of well-being and sound mind and steady emotion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/8898826378390908187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/8898826378390908187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/2012/09/testing-and-training-for-authority.html' title='Testing and Training for Authority'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xn7vWLuqcr2mOvH-nIzlCYLnZr43094xV7bF2sw_vBPaPGZgUGuOZrlgZ3milUyjwShnxKerAXKKGcUU7JqZk2WVzZG4AAa1vTUEummW6CD_fod7Me4sOrXMKE7RqfAh_VlDE_o_JiIo/s72-c/Bride+Mod+Thumb+041810-736061.bmp" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555.post-8493626784762611664</id><published>2012-06-02T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T15:02:32.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidalwave 2 over San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Diego region, &quot;for such a time as this.&quot; (Esther 4:14).  In November,1996, I was 
sitting in front of the Pacific Ocean by the Oceanside pier on a rainy day and 
the Lord had me paint a wave so big and so full of colors.  I asked the Lord 
what that wave meant and He indicated it was about revival coming to our 
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In the course of many years since, a sense grew in me and in the hearts 
of a number of prayer leaders in Oceanside, that when revival comes to the San 
Diego region it would very likely start from the north. We take note that both 
the visions of the &quot;Warrior Bride&quot; painting-word and the &quot;Tidal Wave over the 
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Last weekend, I drove up to Oceanside to attend the first Prophetic 
Intercession School for San Diego led by Pastor Joanne. Actually, Joanne has 
been pastoring a small prayer group for at least 10 - 15 years, training 
intercessors how to hear well what is on God&#39;s heart for that day, and once they 
hear, to&lt;em&gt; pray as one for God&#39;s agenda.&lt;/em&gt; No other agenda but exactly His 
agenda.This year, the Lord is asking them to take this Prophetic Intercession 
School to the four regions of San Diego - traveling prayer training school to 
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I remember during the early years after the tidal wave painting came, why 
the wave had not yet come. An answer I was given by my pastor was, &quot;It will come 
when the church is in unity.&quot;  That unity seems impossible to come by. Still so 
much division among churches, so much church politics. So how could that oneness 
come in?  Ah! The unity is not so much in the realm of &quot;doings,&quot; but in the 
realm of &quot;being,&quot; as in praying as one. As I sat in the prayer meeting last 
Saturday praying with the others, I received a key understanding. &lt;i&gt;The unity 
comes when God&#39;s people pray as one.&lt;/i&gt; This is what God treasures.  Here is a 
paragraph describing &quot;oneness&quot; from my second book, &lt;u&gt;The Rising Up of the 
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&lt;i&gt;When that breakthrough comes, we are no longer separate people sharing a 
room and time singing together or praying together. We are suddenly one person.  
It is the bride of Christ functioning as one - one mind, one emotion, one 
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In 2007, I painted a second tidal wave. This wave is painted as looming 
over the Oceanside pier, so gloriously imminent.  Even as God&#39;s people  
continues to pray deeply in the spirit realm the very heart of God with every 
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Praying as one is just one version of why San Diego is due for revival.  
Many, many have stood and kept vigil through the years doing what each person, 
each small group, each church is called to do to bring in oneness.  I like to 
mention the ministry of Carol releasing worship to God and bringing down such a 
heavy sense of His Presence with songs given to her, pounding, pounding on 
Heaven&#39;s door with the beat and rhythm and sound of earth calling to Heaven.  I 
like to mention that for many years the Messianic dance ministry of Jackie has 
been leading us into such high worship to the King of Kings . Alma and Beth&#39;s 
weekly ministry of healing and deliverance near the southern border of San Diego 
and Tijuana have been going on for 15-20 years or more. They faithfully minister 
to the sick and oppressed and signs and wonders and healing miracles are regular 
occurences. How about Lisa who has faithfully been prayer walking/running by the 
ocean in the city of La Jolla and other locations the Lord sends her to, for 
some seventeen years now.  Her heart pounds in sync with the Lord&#39;s heart for 
our region as she runs, her ears cocked in readiness to hear  His voice.&lt;/div&gt;
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I like to mention that many leaders in San Diego have fought for this 
region and the toll on their health, family, relationships, ministries have been 
heavy. Inspite of the high cost to themselves, they are still standing in San 
Diego, not with heavy, bowed heads, but rather standing tall, their faces set 
like flint, glowing, with badges of honor on their chests, actually moving now 
into greater anointing and receiving what they have been patiently praying and 
contending for - revival for this region. Not only for this region, but beyond. 
Way, way beyond. Joanne&#39;s feet get to step on the &quot;lion and cobra&quot; (as in Psalm 
91) in China for the past some five-six years bringing in true revival to the 
region of Fuzhou. Gary Goodell and his vision of doing church differently, that 
is, doing house churches, is seeing his vision multiplying in India, 
Philippines, and  other nations.  &lt;/div&gt;
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A key prayer leader in the North County of San Diego region was recently 
given the death sentence of stage 4 cancer in her lungs. But she declared, &quot; I 
don&#39;t see myself dying yet. This is not supposed to be how I go.&quot; Many stood 
with her and claimed her healing with her. Last week her doctor was astonished 
and befuddled! Where did the cancer go? Cancer has disappeared from her 
lungs! The He-Laughs-at-Fear Horse laughs - &lt;i&gt;Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I like to mention the arrival of Robert Herber to San Diego four years ago 
from Waco, Texas Antioch Church because the Lord said to him, &quot;Go to San Diego 
and start a church there!&quot;  He and his family came not knowing anyone in San 
Diego.  Today the All Peoples&#39; Church is doing church in a ghetto part of San 
Diego. Five hundred people of diverse ethnic groups and diverse ages and 
economic backgrounds are joyfully congregating in a public school not far from 
the San Diego State University.  Gangs and college students and athletes and the 
homeless are welcomed to this church.  They even took 250 people to Tijuana for 
four days to infiltrate their streets and bring the poor and the gangs into the 
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What is happening here in San Diego is a love affair with the Lord.  He is 
so good to us, and we are prospering in Him, and our joy is attracting many to 
run to Him, wanting to know who He is. That is revival.&lt;/div&gt;
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What I am sharing here is how the enemy works to trick us into believing lies about ourselves and our relationship with Jesus. He studies us and our background, and know what kind of lies we will receive as truth about ourselves. Beyond the enemy, the bottom line is we simply do not know God enough nor know His power to hold us in His strong arms through thick or thin. We also disqualify ourselves rather easily, thinking we are being humble in seeing how unfaithful we are to God. Rather we fall right into the trap of disqualifying ourselves as lovers of Jesus. The enemy lives for that - our disqualifying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had been believing the lie that in the past few years because of relentless attacks of the enemy to try to steal my healing of cancer that I had gotten so tired and no longer had the joy of the Lord in His Garden. An even more damaging lie was that I had fallen out of love with Jesus because I had become a &quot;ministry&quot; machine. Outwardly I could still write and paint and speak for the Lord, but secretly wondered if I was still in love with Him. Warfare had been horrendous within the circle of the bride of Christ, and I found myself falling into wanting to fight &quot;the others&quot; with tools of anger and bitterness. I felt I have failed. He had wanted me to learn to love the others, but I felt I had failed. &lt;/div&gt;
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Praise God! Jesus came to scuttle the enemy and He brought me into the banqueting hall and fed me. He applied ointment on my wounds and spoke lovingly to me (this scene came out of the play version of my book, &lt;u&gt;His Garden&lt;/u&gt;). I am living in that scene right now. He used the painting-word of &quot;Tunnel of Love on Jesus&#39; Lap&quot; to speak the truth to me. That painting with the whirlpool or whirlwind had always stood for devastation of all sorts. I always thought it meant that we are safe from such devastations as long as we stay hidden in His arms. What a surprise that He said the tunnel is the tunnel of love - overwhelming, beyond comprehension, unreasonable, unlimited love of Jesus for me. He also told me that my writing for hours on end, going out to share wherever He sent me, and taking much risk to go out and pray for others who are sick and in torment, that in His eyes I was bringing a cup of living water to the least of these ones, and that I was really doing it out of love, for Him and for the others. &lt;br /&gt;
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He reassured me, saying that I had never left His Garden and that our love for each other is as strong as ever. In fact, He practically shouted out for me to declare Romans 8: 35 - 39, &quot;&lt;em&gt;Who shall separate me from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?...No, in all those things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While I was speaking at the Cerrito Aglow, His Presence and His anointing was so strong that I broke out in prayer for my dear friend, who had unexpectedly fallen into the grip of mental illness. I declared that even now, in her condition, I see her sitting on Jesus&#39; lap in the tunnel of love. For indeed, who can separate her from the love of God in Christ Jesus? Not even mental illness. The power of God will bring this child of God to know His love in the deep places of her heart, beyond her mind, and that her &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; will break the power of torment, in Jesus&#39; name.&amp;nbsp; Amen!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Two weeks ago&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;I fell at the bottom of our stairs, I could have catapulted&amp;nbsp;into major worries that I was going to LA&amp;nbsp;to speak twice that weekend and this fall could be serious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember a moment of choice - to get all upset and worried or to check in with the Lord right away. I decided&amp;nbsp;to do the latter and immediately&amp;nbsp;&quot;heard&quot; in my spirit -&amp;nbsp; &quot;and after all that, to STAND.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;declared&amp;nbsp;Ephesians 6: 11 - 14. &amp;nbsp;Boy!&amp;nbsp; Did I ever feel boldness come onto&amp;nbsp;me. I could&amp;nbsp;picture&amp;nbsp;me go from a crouching position to&amp;nbsp;standing fully erect and&amp;nbsp;whipping&amp;nbsp;my new weapon out.&amp;nbsp; Ephesians&amp;nbsp;6 was fully activated for this situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, this is how I get a new weapon (scripture)&amp;nbsp;from the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I use the weapon and the&amp;nbsp;enemy&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;scuttled,&amp;nbsp;in my&amp;nbsp;spirit I&amp;nbsp;know that&amp;nbsp;I have just been given a new sharp sword or arrow. I also did a wise thing - I went to write the email to you, so I would be backed by you.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not really about the fall, it was about my going&amp;nbsp;to Los Angeles&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Easter Sunday to share about healing.&amp;nbsp; Interesting that the Life Group (or home fellowship)&amp;nbsp;that invited me to share is having their meeting at the home of a Christian oncologist in Los Angeles. There will be cancer patients there as well as non-Christians.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see, this is bad news for the enemy.&amp;nbsp; He does not want me going out to talk from what I learned in fighting cancer.&amp;nbsp; A large portion of that book I wrote about my cancer experience&amp;nbsp;was hearing God&#39;s voice telling me what fighting cancer is all about. The second half of that book was God revealing how to fight&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;cancerous lies&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;that are imbedded in our culture and belief system,&amp;nbsp;even in church system.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I do see that God&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;purposed&amp;nbsp;to send&amp;nbsp;me out&amp;nbsp;this year as&amp;nbsp;there seems&amp;nbsp;to be an epidemic of cancer.&amp;nbsp; However, I am not trained.&amp;nbsp;I almost want to say, Are you sure you want me to share on healing?&amp;nbsp; Are you sure you&amp;nbsp;want me to pray for the sick?&amp;nbsp; I really don&#39;t know if I am anointed or not. But I am willing to share and to pray. The result is&amp;nbsp;up to&amp;nbsp;God and the person He is wanting to get really close to.&amp;nbsp; I can pray for this person to discover who God is in the course of&amp;nbsp;fighting&amp;nbsp;cancer or other sicknesses. This person can&amp;nbsp;become so&amp;nbsp;intimate with Jesus as never before.&amp;nbsp; This person&amp;nbsp;can end up&amp;nbsp;flying high as an&amp;nbsp;eagle getting to see&amp;nbsp;things from such a vantage point instead of&amp;nbsp;cowering in fear and worries about his sickness.&amp;nbsp; This person can&amp;nbsp;turn into&amp;nbsp;a warrior in the course of learning how to fight cancer and other fearful situations. These&amp;nbsp;were the things that&amp;nbsp;happened to me.&amp;nbsp; In the course of getting to know God intimately I&amp;nbsp;learned to agree with His word&amp;nbsp;and used&amp;nbsp;His words&amp;nbsp; as weapons to&amp;nbsp;fight my fear. I&amp;nbsp;ended up&amp;nbsp;partnershipping with God&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;take authority over cancer.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; What brilliant thoughts of God on our behalf!&lt;br /&gt;
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These are the things I like to share and pray for others to receive from Jehovah Rapha.&amp;nbsp; It isn&#39;t about&amp;nbsp;being so desperate and&amp;nbsp;begging and begging like a beggar for God to heal me and wondering if I am worthy of being healed. No, healing is not about that.&amp;nbsp;Learning to fight cancer and other diseases&amp;nbsp;and cancerous lies is a part of walking and talking with God in the cool of the day in His Garden -&amp;nbsp;getting to know Him, getting to trust Him, getting to see how good and kind and compassionate He is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rising up and becoming an overcomer&amp;nbsp;is a part of the abundant life, and we know that Jesus said He came to give us life and life abundant. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, healing is a part of &lt;u&gt;standing&lt;/u&gt; as in Ephesians 6:13, &quot;Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.&quot;&amp;nbsp; This Saturday there is a memorial service for Sheri in Los Angeles.&amp;nbsp;I believe that Sheri stood her ground against cancer and other diseases, and after she did everything, she stood, as did her family and friends and church and doctors. I believe she was standing when the Lord came to take her to her reward.&amp;nbsp; She was an overcomer and she enjoyed the&amp;nbsp;abundant life.&lt;/div&gt;
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She came out of her bedroom, a picture of one who had nothing in her to respond to anyone.&amp;nbsp; My cousin had given her my Out of the Wilderness book (my cancer book), so I thought I would use that as a point of connection. When I asked her if she had read the book, she looked at me and I saw in her tired eyes as she said &quot;No&quot; that what she really wanted to say was &quot;where would I have strength to read a book. I can barely keep my food.&quot; I saw the anguish in her eyes that there was no strength in her for anything that people with good intention wanted to give her. Doctors already pronounced that there&#39;s very little hope for her, or, no hope at all, even though they are putting her through the treatments.&amp;nbsp;Can it be&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;so wearying for her to see people who come with good intentions to cheer her up,&amp;nbsp;urge her to eat, counsel her to live, and yes, to pray for her? Can it be that inside her mind all those prayers&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;tiring for&amp;nbsp;her because she needed to show her appreciation and she needed to show faith?&lt;/div&gt;
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I brought&amp;nbsp;my 2012 calendar with the &quot;Two Trees and the Valley of Decision&quot; and I handed it to her.&amp;nbsp; In a split second I knew I was given a door by the Lord. I pointed to the painting&amp;nbsp;and showed her that&amp;nbsp;Jesus showed up in three places - Jesus was an ink blot on top of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil;&amp;nbsp;Jesus was&amp;nbsp;the Tree of Life singing to one and all to come eat of the fruit of the life;&amp;nbsp;Jesus was the Key Witness among the cloud of witnesses in the sky who are urging us all to finish the race. I said to her: &quot;This painting tells us that the Presence of Jesus is everywhere, that He is supreme over all power and authorities in the air,(Colossians 1)&amp;nbsp;which means that He is surpreme over cancer. He is with you now in your situation. He&amp;nbsp;is more powerful than cancer.&quot; She looked at me and I saw a glimmer&amp;nbsp;in her eyes.&amp;nbsp; She nodded her head. &lt;/div&gt;
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I felt the floodgate opened inside me, and the river of living water flowed out from my inner being to her.&amp;nbsp; I talked about my doubts and fears and how that year of fighting cancer God talked to me about Who He was for me and how He&amp;nbsp;gave me scriptures which I would &quot;eat&quot; like they&amp;nbsp;were fruits from the Tree of Life.&amp;nbsp;The back drop was that six&amp;nbsp;oncologists and&amp;nbsp;one radialogy doctor&amp;nbsp;were freaking out that I was not hurrying into treatments; and how by three months into the fight with cancer I was speaking at an Aglow meeting declaring that God said I was healed.&amp;nbsp; Impossible situation! Too ridiculous!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Doctors declared I would die. God declared I would live and not die and proclaim what God has done (Psalm 118:17).&amp;nbsp; I told her how my cousin Marsh urged me to get&amp;nbsp;medical proof&amp;nbsp;that I was healed. But I did not get the OK from God to do that. So, Marsh said, &quot;Well, I suppose if you are still alive in a few years, then we will know that God has healed you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyone knew how blunt Marsh could be at times, so&amp;nbsp;we all laughed.&amp;nbsp;Jennie chuckled, appreciating the funny story. Her mother exclaimed, &quot;Look, you are laughing, Jennie!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hastened to say to Jennie, &quot;Jennie, you are the bride of Christ. This is our heritage. We have power and authority to stomp on the evil one.&quot; She added, &quot;to trample.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I saw in her eyes the eyes of a&amp;nbsp;warrior.&amp;nbsp;It was a moment to behold, for what was transpiring&amp;nbsp;was the anointing coming upon Jennie to have courage to rise up&amp;nbsp;as the warrior bride of Christ -&amp;nbsp;from being a&amp;nbsp;harassed, scared,&amp;nbsp;oppressed bride, to that of&amp;nbsp;an overcomer.&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked her to go on and read the last portion of Psalm 91. With strong and steady voice she read,&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Because you love Me, Jennie,&quot; says the Lord, &quot;I will rescue you; I will protect you, for you acknowledge my name. You will call upon me and I will answer you; I will be with you in trouble, I will deliver you and honor you. With long life will I satisfy you and show you my salvation.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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After she read that, it dawned on me that God was making a covenant with Jennie.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;exclaimed to her, &quot;Jennie, God is making a covenant with you.&quot; She nodded her head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The room was quiet with&amp;nbsp;peace and&amp;nbsp;rest. &amp;nbsp;I looked at her and she looked at me. Around us&amp;nbsp;was a cloud of witnesses. Jennie&amp;nbsp;repeated the last&amp;nbsp;verse to us,&amp;nbsp;&quot;With long life will I satisfy you and show you my salvation.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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All praises to Him who loves us so and through&amp;nbsp;Jesus we have life and life abundant.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/4041507311971024912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/4041507311971024912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-visit-with-jenniestage-4-cancer-in.html' title='My visit with Jennie(stage 4 cancer) in Los Angeles-Feb 28'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555.post-434921129958008252</id><published>2012-01-05T11:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T16:09:55.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message of the&quot;Two Trees and the Valley of Decision&quot; for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;January 3, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One night, in April of 2006, I woke up and knew that I was to go down and paint the Tree of Life as Christ with His arms outstretched, singing to all to come and eat of the Tree of Life.&amp;nbsp;I painted this tree&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;standing on the&amp;nbsp;Mountain of God&amp;nbsp;with the River of&amp;nbsp;Living&amp;nbsp;Water flowing out from the&amp;nbsp;Tree.&amp;nbsp; I remember that&amp;nbsp;in 1993&amp;nbsp;He said to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;i&gt;I want you to&amp;nbsp;be My court painter, painting for the King, and I will provide for your every need.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I realize now&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;covenant word&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a fruit from the Tree of Life which&amp;nbsp;I have been eating these eighteen years and it has&amp;nbsp;kept&amp;nbsp;me alive&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;depression,&amp;nbsp;bankruptcy,&amp;nbsp;cancer.&amp;nbsp;A sense of gratefulness wells up inside me as I&amp;nbsp;realize afresh that&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;keep His people alive in perilous times&amp;nbsp;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;eat daily from the Tree of Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Holy Spirit is&amp;nbsp;referring to&amp;nbsp;a heart to heart communion with the Living God where in our spirit we eat of Him and drink of Him. Not&amp;nbsp;a day&amp;nbsp;must pass without our&amp;nbsp;sitting on His lap, laughing with Him, crying to Him,&amp;nbsp;gaining&amp;nbsp;a deeper&amp;nbsp;knowing of who He is, hearing Him tell us who we are, burrowing&amp;nbsp;deeper into Him,&amp;nbsp;flying higher as an eagle, and&amp;nbsp;actually laughing&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;fear afraid of nothing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha!&lt;/i&gt; I also notice that when I eat from the Tree of Life that&amp;nbsp;I can turn to my husband, son and daughter and friends&amp;nbsp;and share the fruit with&amp;nbsp;them, and they&amp;nbsp;can go out and share it with yet someone else, and all our spirits will be nourished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;AOLMsgPart_1_dbb930a9-59a5-4c6c-adbf-7aeede585855&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When I was painting the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, my brush moved over the&amp;nbsp;crumpled and wrinkled rice paper with Chinese ink creating a&amp;nbsp;large dark foreboding tree. Interestingly,&amp;nbsp;back in 2006, the intercessors who came to see the painting saw many demonic faces embedded in the tree as ink blots (ink blots just show up without the artist painting them).&amp;nbsp;But wait! Behold! At the top of the tree is an ink blot&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;shows Christ with one hand held high.&amp;nbsp;Do you see Him? That image&amp;nbsp;tells us&amp;nbsp;that even though there&#39;s&amp;nbsp;overwhelming evil and&amp;nbsp;unprecendented threats&amp;nbsp;in this world,&amp;nbsp;nonetheless Christ&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;supremacy over all powers and authorities. Colossians 1:16-17 tells us:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All humanity stands&amp;nbsp;in the Valley of Decision,&amp;nbsp;painted&amp;nbsp;as covered by mist or fog - some to choose Christ as the Tree of Life, thereby gaining life and life abundant; others to choose the enticing&amp;nbsp;Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.&amp;nbsp;They do not see this tree as dark and ominous, rather, they are addicted to it believing&amp;nbsp;it will lead to success and prosperity.&amp;nbsp;Alas! Eating from this tree leads many into&amp;nbsp;delusion, lies, addiction, loss of freedom, fear, control&amp;nbsp;and death.&amp;nbsp;The nations, especially our nation, is in the Valley of Decision in 2012 making critical choices that determine our future. How we must&amp;nbsp;all pray&amp;nbsp;and content&amp;nbsp;for our nation!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For each of us, we&amp;nbsp;must choose to live each day in the delight of&amp;nbsp;the Lord, believing what He says is true.&amp;nbsp;Not looking to circumstances and to&amp;nbsp;our hearts&#39;&amp;nbsp;clamor and demand for solutions, but looking to&amp;nbsp;Him who is&amp;nbsp;more than willing to share His brilliant ideas with us.&amp;nbsp;Yes,&amp;nbsp;do look at painting #30, gallery section of &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;which shows a child sitting on&amp;nbsp;Jesus&#39;&amp;nbsp;lap with Him holding the world in His hand.&amp;nbsp; He is showing the child&amp;nbsp;(which is you and me) what He is doing in the world and what part&amp;nbsp;each of us will play in His brilliant scheme of things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;To get His idea, His plan and purposes,&amp;nbsp;is to eat from the Tree of Life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cloud of witnesses&amp;nbsp;painted above the Tree of Life are those who have run the race and are now watching us from Heaven.Take&amp;nbsp;note of the bearded Witness, which is Jesus.&amp;nbsp;Moreover,they are urging us&amp;nbsp;to run our race in our time and we are to declare with every fibre of our being that&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;No, in all these things we are&amp;nbsp;more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither&amp;nbsp;death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;(Romans 8:33, 37-39)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Today,&amp;nbsp;January 3rd, 2012, the Lord is showing me that with Jesus showing up in three different places in this painting&amp;nbsp;that His Presence&amp;nbsp;is &lt;i&gt;everywhere.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at&amp;nbsp;Psalm 139 - &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;Where can I go from your Spirit?..If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there...even the darkness will not be dark to you...for darkness is as light to you&lt;/i&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;From&amp;nbsp;Psalm 139 the Lord gave me Exodus 33: 12-19&amp;nbsp;to eat, as it is&amp;nbsp;like a fruit from the Tree of Life to&amp;nbsp;give us hope&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;our future.&amp;nbsp;Moses said to the Lord,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I&amp;nbsp;may know you and continue to find&amp;nbsp;favor with you. Remember that this nation is your people.The Lord replied, &#39;My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.&#39;&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;yiv1531853655AOLMsgPart_1_c277705e-0d99-4e59-91c6-bab846a102bd&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;yiv1531853655AOLMsgPart_1_0bb99347-571f-4478-8639-58065f9054c1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;November 5, 20ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoX83NHT9Diwomu6qvRUEazkb0dGeB17_ZanGoYCQpPtv-NJIj_Ck87xgegkYg01Su9EtSP5_tjPq8Ge82ZClC5uM-v0yezdLk-IzBmbJgF0phJTGzQMSUiKHZFy0s0CUHsIuFbvRAZzsw/s1600/061111+Tunnel+with+Warrior+Child.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; rea=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoX83NHT9Diwomu6qvRUEazkb0dGeB17_ZanGoYCQpPtv-NJIj_Ck87xgegkYg01Su9EtSP5_tjPq8Ge82ZClC5uM-v0yezdLk-IzBmbJgF0phJTGzQMSUiKHZFy0s0CUHsIuFbvRAZzsw/s200/061111+Tunnel+with+Warrior+Child.jpg&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When 2011 came in, and with that the earthquake and tsunami in Japan in March, I felt that God was urgently calling one and all to come into His Garden of rest.&amp;nbsp; It was amplified by the picture of the warrior child(representing us)&amp;nbsp;sitting on Jesus&#39; lap and He was talking to the child about what is occuring in the earth and the preparation that the child needs to be His agent on earth. All around them is a whirlpool&amp;nbsp;of troubles and hardship for the earth. &lt;u&gt;Psalm 91 was given to show us that He is our hiding place, our shelter, our fortress, our Garden. Yes, the Garden is our safe place. It is our only safe place.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;The Lord is now&amp;nbsp;stepping up in talking to us about His Garden. He is bringing in Chinese characters which are 700 - 1000 years more ancient than Mose&#39;s writing of Genesis, to validate and affirm that there was a Garden where He put the first man and woman and there were two trees in the Garden and the devil hid behind the tree of the knowledge of good and evil and he was the deceiver. Let me share briefly about our writing system. We do not have the system of the alphabets. Each character&amp;nbsp;consists of a pictographic-ideographic image which has different parts to make up a whole word.&amp;nbsp;We must&amp;nbsp;commit&amp;nbsp;each&amp;nbsp;picture word to memory. These characters were in existence two thousand years before Confucius time, around 2500 BC.&amp;nbsp;In the course of my teaching, a book came into my hand called &lt;u&gt;The Discovery of Genesis, How the Truths of Genesis Were Found Hidden in the Chinese Language,&lt;/u&gt; written by Rev.C.H. Kang and Dr. Ethel R. Nelson. Because&amp;nbsp;I teach Chinese calligraphy as art, I am keenly interested in&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From studying this book, I began to&amp;nbsp;learn about such characters as&amp;nbsp;&quot;righteousness&quot; which is composed of two parts - the top part is the character for &quot;lamb&quot;; the lower part is the word for &quot;I&quot; or &quot;me&quot;. Thus Lamb&amp;nbsp;over me is righteousness.&amp;nbsp;Another is the character for&amp;nbsp;&quot;Blessing&quot;.&amp;nbsp; It is composed of four parts which&amp;nbsp;put together&amp;nbsp;says that &quot;A person who walks with God in the Garden is blessed.&quot; The character for the deceiver, the devil, has six parts. In studying each of the six constituent symbols and adding them up, it tells of two trees in the garden, and that the devil is camouflaged and hiding behind one of the trees and that&amp;nbsp;his purpose is to deceive.&amp;nbsp;The character for &quot;to create&quot; has five parts. Together it tells of the creation of&amp;nbsp;the first man&amp;nbsp;from the dust of the earth, and that God breathe life from His mouth into the &quot;dust man&quot; and this man came forth, not as&amp;nbsp;baby, but&amp;nbsp;as an adult, able to talk, and also to walk. These are but four samples. There are many such amazing characters.&lt;em&gt; *See below for actual Chinese characters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is surmised that&amp;nbsp;from the Tower of Babel a group of people&amp;nbsp;traveled to the land which is now China and there our written language was invented which told of what they knew about the creation, Garden of Eden and the flood. It is the one remaining language&amp;nbsp;which has&amp;nbsp;been passed down intact for thousands of years. Unbeknownst to linguists and archaeologists and to most Chinese, Christians or not,&amp;nbsp;God has left an important source that validates the book of Genesis:&amp;nbsp;our Chinese characters, which gives a picture about &lt;u&gt;the first Garden of Eden&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: to&amp;nbsp;be continued -&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;&quot;Two Trees and the Valley of Decision&quot; painting:&amp;nbsp;a picture of an&amp;nbsp;end-time Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Yong)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial; 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Since I last wrote about our Chinese characters and how they validated the early&amp;nbsp;stories of Genesis on creation and the Garden of Eden,&amp;nbsp;I have been waiting to share about one more character that stands out to me - the character &quot;Glory&quot; (Yong).&amp;nbsp; When I went to do a workshop for the&amp;nbsp;Waves of Glory&amp;nbsp;Women&#39;s Conference just&amp;nbsp;three weeks ago,&amp;nbsp;Lo and behold!&amp;nbsp;the Lord woke me up&amp;nbsp;two nights&amp;nbsp;in a row to&amp;nbsp;remind me&amp;nbsp;of a painting He gave me back in 1996,&amp;nbsp; &quot;Tidal Wave Over the World&quot;&amp;nbsp;(see &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&lt;/a&gt;, gallery section)&amp;nbsp;and that&amp;nbsp;this painting and the Chinese character &quot;Glory&quot; are linked up.&amp;nbsp; You can understand the excitement I felt over this revelation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The character &quot;Yong&quot; or &quot;Glory&quot; has three parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;envelope&quot; style=&quot;float: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;envelope&quot; style=&quot;float: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWYdoWxhgb88jowcoQFiuaNmRJsQ2-LGZk2bIl9s4aLtJpOOpmhSEcVwjsRitgY519koSG2fIpvUWronVgTn59wQK36pxIff1dfpWVKmvceb3sSvF01odX0h9FNIqPu9CQXxyZmecNvkl/s1600/Glory-722639.jpg+src%253D&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680496786931874786&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWYdoWxhgb88jowcoQFiuaNmRJsQ2-LGZk2bIl9s4aLtJpOOpmhSEcVwjsRitgY519koSG2fIpvUWronVgTn59wQK36pxIff1dfpWVKmvceb3sSvF01odX0h9FNIqPu9CQXxyZmecNvkl/s200/Glory-722639.jpg+src%253D&quot; width=&quot;198&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top part shows two&amp;nbsp;persons who look like fire with a bright and shiny appearance. They are standing on a covering over a tree, and this tree is the Tree of Life.&amp;nbsp;From this character&amp;nbsp;&quot;yong&quot;, it seems&amp;nbsp;like the Chinese ancients knew how Adam and Eve looked before the fall - that they were covered by light, had a glory about them and that they stayed close to the Tree of Life, eating the fruit of the tree and drinking from the river of living water. When they succumbed to the temptation of the evil one and ate the fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of&amp;nbsp;Good and Evil,&amp;nbsp;the covering of light left, and they saw that they were naked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus came, He first declared that He was the light of the world (John 8:12), and later He declared that we are the light of the world.&amp;nbsp; I believe that indeed when we accept Jesus into our hearts, and the Godhead came to dwell in us, never to leave, the light, the glory of the Lord once again emanates from His beloved sons and daughters.&amp;nbsp; We are the light of the world, so let our light so shine, that those who see us will give glory to God (paraphrase Matthew 5:14, 16).&amp;nbsp;It is the enemy&#39;s&amp;nbsp;intention&amp;nbsp;and ploy that we&amp;nbsp;be tainted and covered&amp;nbsp;with shame and&amp;nbsp;a sense of unworthiness so that we will hide our light under a bushel, believing that we are failures in God&#39;s eyes. Not so!&amp;nbsp; We are the apple of His eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though Satan tricked the first man and woman into losing their glory, God&amp;nbsp;had inspired our ancient Chinese to invent a&amp;nbsp;&quot;character,&quot;&amp;nbsp;a pictographic word, to foretell&amp;nbsp;the emerging of&amp;nbsp;another &quot;new man&quot; or &quot;new race&quot;&amp;nbsp;who would be carriers of His glory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What brilliant thought of God!&amp;nbsp; How He saw from the beginning of time that He would prepare a people who down through the ages would altogether become the glorious and shining bride of Christ, through what the Son of God did on the cross! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does this character &quot;yong&quot; link up with the &quot;Tidal Wave over the World&quot; painting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;envelope&quot; style=&quot;float: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-a1gmhyphenhyphenOt5G0aEzwYOYe-H5Xbs4lX8zj4gPer0DwG8dWEUkkUaHum_Kv-lks1qgtf45zrF0oAmXtx-dIzLCK0n4zu9JnsYTb_lkgskYmjHHaR9kt52_XewbeZAlX5HSyBcoYQxzVfRck/s1600/Tidalup091099-724008.jpg+src%253D&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680496790879079682&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-a1gmhyphenhyphenOt5G0aEzwYOYe-H5Xbs4lX8zj4gPer0DwG8dWEUkkUaHum_Kv-lks1qgtf45zrF0oAmXtx-dIzLCK0n4zu9JnsYTb_lkgskYmjHHaR9kt52_XewbeZAlX5HSyBcoYQxzVfRck/s320/Tidalup091099-724008.jpg+src%253D&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the morning of the workshop,November 5th,&amp;nbsp;the Lord&amp;nbsp;had me&amp;nbsp;reread what I wrote in&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Rising Up of the Warrior Bride of Christ&lt;/u&gt; concerning the Tidal Wave painting.&amp;nbsp;&quot;In November of 1996, the Lord brought me to Oceanside, California, and while sitting in front of the ocean, on a rainy day, He gave me the Tidal Wave painting. What surprised me was the rainbow colors that came forth. Most interesting was the crest of yellow light that the tidal wave carried, with areas of fiery colors as well... I became very conscious that we were all carriers of His light. We may not see with our naked eyes, but light is emanating from us.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on to&amp;nbsp;read about how I had gotten&amp;nbsp;badly hurt in a church situation&amp;nbsp;and had wanted to subtly put up a wall between me and the others. I thought that as long as I was&amp;nbsp;walking with the Lord myself, I would be fine; really, nobody would even know.&amp;nbsp;He intervened and spoke to me, &quot;Jean, this is not the time to walk away from the tidal wave; it is the time to walk into the tidal wave. Revival is coming and you want to be in the revival. You must be one as We are One. You collectively are the bride of Christ,&amp;nbsp;not the brides of Christ. You must act as one now. The light from all of you coming&amp;nbsp;together as one light will collapse darkness with the force of a tidal wave, overwhelming it with light and love.&quot;&amp;nbsp; This is a word for NOW. He is urging us to put away all our differences and get into oneness and collectively &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt; for Him. John 17:33, &quot;I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one. I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you send me and have loved them even as you have loved me.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Amen, Lord Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago,&amp;nbsp;as I sat on a high bluff in front of the Pacific Ocean listening to the waves, with my eyes closed, I was so aware of my friendship with God. For so many years, more than eighteen, I have sat with Him there.&amp;nbsp; Our friendship has been forged through fire and water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am writing this email,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that Peter&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;have come&amp;nbsp;through another huge testing in the arena of finance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You see,&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;down-to-earth&amp;nbsp;threat is that when Peter&#39;s unemployment checks stop in a few months, and&amp;nbsp;if he&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;cannot find work, we&amp;nbsp;may no longer be able to make the heavy mortgage payments which&amp;nbsp;will lead to the loss of&amp;nbsp;our home of 40 years.&amp;nbsp;The fabric of our lives as&amp;nbsp;to my teaching art in our wonderful art room, as well as Peter publishing my books and prints in our home office, and the many years of housing our house church where so many have come and are still coming to eat and worship the Lord&amp;nbsp;together, all that will be gone.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT GOD...&lt;/em&gt;Since the beginning of this year 2011, the Lord has instructed us to daily declare Psalm 91 over ourselves and our home. &amp;nbsp;Through Psalm 91 He promises us that His faithfulness will be our shield and rampart and that no disaster will come near our home.&amp;nbsp; In fact, He commands His angels to guard us in all our ways as we learn to take power and authority over the devourer and the enemy&#39;s lies, in the name of Jesus and by His shed blood.&amp;nbsp; He says that because we love Him and acknowledges Him, He will answer us when we call&amp;nbsp;out to Him for help.&amp;nbsp; He will deliver us from troubles and honor us and show us our salvation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;This is not&amp;nbsp;written lightly.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Over and over we are being trained and tested on this.&amp;nbsp;Do we believe His word in Psalm 91?&amp;nbsp; Do we trust Him?&amp;nbsp; Is He Who He says He is - Jehovah Jireh (the God who provides)&amp;nbsp;and Jehovah Rapha (the God who heals)?&amp;nbsp; He asks us to enter into rest as in Hebrew 4.&amp;nbsp;He invites us to to live in His Garden of Rest (reference &lt;u&gt;His Garden&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.jbrushwork.com/&lt;/a&gt;, book section&lt;u&gt;)&lt;/u&gt;. Can we rest when the whole world is falling into economic woes&amp;nbsp;and disasters of all sorts? How can we find rest when&amp;nbsp;we are sitting on the brink of&amp;nbsp;possible loss of our home? Yet, both Peter and I are truly coming into our rest regarding our financial quandary. Our spirit is learning to say &quot;Yes, Lord,&amp;nbsp;we will rest. We &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to rest.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sharing this because this&amp;nbsp;training&amp;nbsp;is coming to&amp;nbsp;all of us.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;bottomline is that He&#39;s got to train His bride now to keep our eyes on Jesus and to walk on water. We are all in the school of the overcomer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat there at the bluff by the ocean, I opened my journal and began to re-read the notes I took of Graham Cooke&#39;s teaching at&amp;nbsp;the Aglow conference in Ontario on July 9th this year. (see &quot;You have lost your first love&quot; July 28, 2011 on my blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; or the journal section of my website or read Graham Cooke&#39;s book, &lt;u&gt;Prophetic Wisdom&lt;/u&gt;).&amp;nbsp;As I was pacing on the bluff&amp;nbsp;wondering how to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt;, that is,&amp;nbsp;Graham&#39;s teaching, suddenly I felt&amp;nbsp;the Holy Spirit nudging me to take courage and say to&amp;nbsp;the Lord,&amp;nbsp;&quot; You painstakingly carved those truths on Graham Cooke&#39;s heart which brought him to live profoundly in Your rest, without even one worry in the last&amp;nbsp;so many&amp;nbsp;years. That man has&amp;nbsp;gone to live in the Garden of Rest and he has not left, and that&#39;s what I want, Lord.&amp;nbsp;You gave me the book &lt;u&gt;His Garden,&lt;/u&gt; and You are sending me out to share the story, but I still have unrest in my own heart. Lord,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am desperate for&amp;nbsp;Your Holy Spirit to transport those words of Graham Cooke into my heart so that I too, like Graham,&amp;nbsp;will truly live in the Garden of Rest and never leave it again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sense that He&amp;nbsp;was pleased&amp;nbsp;with my request and that this was His response:&amp;nbsp;&quot;I have been doing that in you for many years now, dear Jean. Many, many&amp;nbsp;years. You are simply being processed differently&amp;nbsp;from Graham. But the goal is the same for you and him and all my other beloved ones who delight in Me. I am calling one and all&amp;nbsp;to enter into My Garden of Rest. There lies your hiding place, your shelter from all storm. &amp;nbsp;It is also where I will walk and talk with you in the cool of the day as&amp;nbsp;in the Garden of Eden. Do not fear. Remember, all things are possible with Me.&amp;nbsp; If I ask you to do something,&amp;nbsp;it means&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;will empower you to do it. There is no other way you can do it but by My power.Take heart and trust in My faithfulness to&amp;nbsp;provide for all your needs.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/3999267844321470498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/3999267844321470498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/2011/08/entering-into-his-rest-concerning-our.html' title='Entering into His rest concerning our finance'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-p9CXhjIn0PYlroPxml9FHt8XSxfSIi1DP8Ao0im5p5ml6W-Dbdi7aPOiVlbAjA_o3TTUCbq8QiwJ5SxriVCiQ0mLB3F0LXcJE6aBXSlLDht195kqCCSjmTzze5xdyuj9kTmtENmeaVNh/s72-c/DelMarShoreline.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366818420078184555.post-5358673178232121359</id><published>2011-08-17T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T08:21:49.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it&#39;s like to live in the position of &quot;first love&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In July, 2011, I went with six of my paintings to exhibit at&amp;nbsp;the West Coast Aglow Conference in Ontario, California, not knowing that this was set up by the Lord for me to hear Graham Cooke speak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As soon as I heard him speak, I knew God wanted to tell me something critically important for my own walk with the Lord. On the second session, Graham was addressing &quot;You have lost your first love,&quot; and that was when I knew I had lost my first love.&amp;nbsp; Only, the way Graham Cooke used these words in Revelation 2:4,&amp;nbsp;&quot;You have lost your first love&quot; concerning the church in Ephesus, it was different from how we&amp;nbsp;normally hear it&amp;nbsp; - a scolding that we no longer want to serve God as&amp;nbsp;passionately as when we first become Christians.To illustrate what&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;i&gt;first love&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;really meant,&amp;nbsp;Graham had four people come on stage, one to be Father God, the second one to be Jesus. These two stand facing each other. The third person is a&amp;nbsp;woman representing the bride of Christ and the fourth is the Holy Spirit.&amp;nbsp; He placed&amp;nbsp;her in the middle of Jesus and the Father. He had the Holy Spirit stand behind her. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWXdYqnufu3sC0au3Xgv5ohAt4Ce5358qvEoiEkojt47fLQlZdbqj0rg9krIoJlCN0Ioe-KRcxfawh23RjahS19EUYhef-GeaqkBOK2HlFw22CTsqD3MC2f0I3IMihadOzP21ii4BemVB/s1600/Roses022205.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWXdYqnufu3sC0au3Xgv5ohAt4Ce5358qvEoiEkojt47fLQlZdbqj0rg9krIoJlCN0Ioe-KRcxfawh23RjahS19EUYhef-GeaqkBOK2HlFw22CTsqD3MC2f0I3IMihadOzP21ii4BemVB/s200/Roses022205.jpg&quot; width=&quot;152&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The term &quot;&lt;b&gt;first love&lt;/b&gt;&quot; is the love that exists between the Father and the Son from before time.&amp;nbsp; When Jesus returned to Heaven He sent the Holy Spirit to be on earth to usher the bride into the space between the Father and the Son. When we stand in that space, we receive the first love that flows between the Father and the Son unceasingly going through us. The Father loves the Son and the Son loves the Father. They are unceasingly speaking loving words with each other.&amp;nbsp; We, standing between them, get to be the recipient of the flow of their love one&amp;nbsp;for the other. We are privileged to hear their conversations with each other.&amp;nbsp; The Holy Spirit&#39;s job is to stand there behind us&amp;nbsp;to help us&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; stay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in that space&amp;nbsp;of the flow of their first love.&amp;nbsp; Anytime we believe the lie from the enemy that&amp;nbsp;we are not worthy of being in that space between God the Father and God the Son, but we must work for it, we move out of that space of first love.&amp;nbsp;(Revelation 12:10b, &quot;For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night...&quot; The enemy works day and night to rob us of our rightful place in the embrace of the Father and the Son through subtle religious lies,&amp;nbsp;which unfortunately comes through many performance church teachings.&lt;br /&gt;
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The year that cancer was found on me was both the most difficult year of my life and yet the highest level of living as the beloved of God.&amp;nbsp; In that one year of keeping a journal of every exchange of words between God and me, I went from a scared human being to being an overcomer&amp;nbsp;daring to fight cancer with God&#39;s word and full of the joy of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see,&amp;nbsp;the words I wrote down from Him to me in my journal during that cancer year which are now in my book &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness &lt;/u&gt;were amazingly loving and powerful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always wondered how come He could love me into being healed of cancer.&amp;nbsp; I never had treatments and the doctors said they were sure my lymph nodes were all&amp;nbsp;infected and I did not have a minute to lose in getting chemo and radiation treatments.&amp;nbsp;In fact, part of the strain of cancer was aggressive.&amp;nbsp;Yet&amp;nbsp;I am alive today because the Holy Spirit ushered me&amp;nbsp;into that space between the Father and the Son&amp;nbsp;and for a year I was bathed and washed&amp;nbsp;in the &lt;i&gt;first love&lt;/i&gt; of the Trinity.&amp;nbsp; It is now seven years and I am alive and still testifying of His healing power.&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend wrote me a few days ago that she is rereading my &lt;u&gt;Out of the Wilderness&lt;/u&gt; book, only this time she is using it as a daily devotional. She shared that she is getting to know in her spirit the person of God as Jehovah Rapha and Jehovah Jireh (the God who heals and the God who provides) and that every word speaks to her spirit.&amp;nbsp; I am glad she is doing that. I know now that every word I wrote during that one year was written from being sandwiched between God the Father and God the Son, with the Holy Spirit beaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Lord brought me to hear Graham Cooke because He wanted me to know that I&amp;nbsp;did experience and live&amp;nbsp;in that first love&amp;nbsp;for several years, but gradually through repeated attacks from the enemy to discredit my healing I began to&amp;nbsp;grow weary. I&amp;nbsp;fought back hard&amp;nbsp;and continued&amp;nbsp;to stand for my healing but it&amp;nbsp;did take&amp;nbsp;a toll on me.&amp;nbsp;Read my blogs &lt;a href=&quot;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/html/journal.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/html/journal.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jbrushwork.com/html/journal.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.jbrushwork.com/html/journal.html&lt;/a&gt; to see several reports I wrote last year to alert people that the enemy was hitting leaders especially hard to bring them into sickness and weariness of spirit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I wrote those reports I did not know I would also get hit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had suffered from chronic heart palpitations for many years, but got healed of it when&amp;nbsp;I was healed of cancer.&amp;nbsp;In the last two years as the wiles and schemes of the enemy raged strongly against my mind, emotion and body,&amp;nbsp; I began to forget&amp;nbsp;how it felt to live in His Garden of Rest, how to sit on the lap of Jesus, how to enjoy being in the position between God the Father and the Son where I was loved unconditionally.&amp;nbsp;I had opened the door to receive packages from the enemy telling me how unworthy I was to be painting for the Lord. Subtle lies upon subtle lies snucked into the door of my mind. No more did I see myself as the beloved of Jesus with the beautiful gown of incredible lightness and the slippers I could dance in.&amp;nbsp;I started&amp;nbsp;to carry&amp;nbsp;a sack full of urgent cares, fears&amp;nbsp;and griefs of all sorts, and I was&amp;nbsp;beginning to believe&amp;nbsp;it was time to&amp;nbsp;go be with the Lord. So tired.&amp;nbsp;Heart palpitation came back&amp;nbsp;to me with a vengeance. Last week&amp;nbsp;I was put in the hospital&amp;nbsp;to get an angiogram done as the doctors were&amp;nbsp;quite sure that&amp;nbsp;an artery must be getting narrower and I would need to have a stint put in.&amp;nbsp;To their huge surprise, the surgeon exclaimed, &quot;Her heart is as clean as&amp;nbsp;a newborn!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night as I was in between consciousness and sleep, I heard the word &quot;the supremacy of Christ.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I knew that the Holy Spirit was alerting me to rise up and fight to stay, to abide, to remain in the position of &lt;i&gt;first&amp;nbsp;love&lt;/i&gt;. Just as His Garden is a state of mind and heart, and sitting on Jesus&#39; lap is&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;return to childlike&amp;nbsp;faith and trust, I must guard myself from giving&amp;nbsp;in to lies of all sorts which he uses to rob and steal my inheritance and destiny, especially the lies that I am unworthy and third class citizen. I have learned that&amp;nbsp;step first step toward losing the Garden in our hearts is to allow the cares of the world - worries, fear, stress to grow subtly over our hearts like weeds.We must declare the supremacy of Christ over all things in our lives and render null and void threats and intimidations he uses to undermine our position as&amp;nbsp;His beloved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;taking&amp;nbsp;authority over every single lie of the enemy (take time to identify the lies one by one)&amp;nbsp;we will gain&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;in knowing that we are the beloved,&amp;nbsp;because indeed &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christ lives in us, the hope&amp;nbsp;of glory.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As the worship team with Carol Kiger-Rice was singing &quot;Open The Heaven&quot; (written by Carol Kiger-Rice with Voice of the Bride Ministries) my spirit was soaring with the sound going up to heaven.  I felt so alive and full of joy and thanksgiving to this great, good God who loves us so. In His greatness He honors us tiny humans to play a part of bringing down His will to earth as it is in heaven through worship and intercession. Do you see there&#39;s gold coming from Heaven that is blotting out part of the black line which is the second heaven? Do you see the seven horses who symbolize the angelic hosts coming to earth to help us? I marvel at how immense is His Presence in the heavens, how limited the power of evil in the second heaven compared to God&#39;s realm, and how tiny, tiny is the earth. I thought to myself, &quot;Surely I can trust this great God with my worries and fear!&quot;  More revelation has come: I see that the tidal wave looks like the beginning of a tunnel. I sense the Lord saying, &quot;Through your heartfelt worship and intercession, earth will move out of the tunnel of chaos and confusion into a place of seeing into the heavenly realm.&quot; This painting encourages us that we are closer than we think to the fulfillment of Joel 2:28-29, &quot;And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days.&quot;  As we go through this tunnel of confusion and chaos at this time He is saying to you and me that we will emerge stronger and seeing more clearly than ever before. Moreover, He will take us all the way to fulfill our destiny.  Thank You, Jesus, for giving us this painting-word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/2904971707721490740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366818420078184555/posts/default/2904971707721490740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanshenart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-surprise-from-lord.html' title='Through the Tunnel to Our Destiny'/><author><name>Jean Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07822503539099859622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pUOTbBSbI6Ta-mi87RaR_PNw8GJj2JZ05knhBhaKBiXdgZ318Lb8fNeDkU4rkUSIQVPII_IR2So-Y6pAuYSGhxDil6mlLBv8ZZWZ8t-fZCEbU9Lo3yiu7pi7naKjpg/s220/jean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD5Lyrfw3-59W-yS8couAFfxqsDx-sdThO-7_tKr9OkcGX53IZu5yhWK5iWu7JfxaeDIIWQ4vbIb0TV4pE3nZRb-ufsyfv0OJzc_thPfQLQKRqXccOvaaqam_-I0qPctaVGcuHEeCnBWj/s72-c/Tidalwave+Globe+B121010+Thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry></feed>