From the Muck to the Mighty; My Journey with Jesus

It's amazing the way the Lord puts everything in order, in His timing and in His way. He connects His kingdom so He may be Glorified in the body of Christ. This past weekend in Philadelphia I fell in love with the area in a way I hadn't experienced locally here in Pittsburgh. Not that the need and desire to minister in this area isn't here, but something about it felt like a piece of the prophetic kingdom puzzle was coming together. Taking ministry trips with Regis has become one of my favorite things to do. I am truly blessed. (Insert praise break video from the other day LOL) The atmosphere there was so honoring, welcoming, and passionate. Apostles Terry and Camina Davis are not only passionate for Christ but passionate for advancing the kingdom, passionate for raising disciples, and passionate for wanting to save as many souls as they can, all while serving their local community faithfully in Jesus name. They are truly cornerstones of Philadelphia.  We split into teams a...

  "It's time to make your trumpets, Ash" the Lord spoke as He led me to Numbers 10. "It's time to MAKE your trumpets" I heard again, with the significance of the word make burning in my spirit. We see in this chapter, Moses being given instructions on how to make two silver trumpets. He is told to make them of hammered work. By hand. He can't just go and buy some. They needed to be made of a specific material, silver, which represents in short, redemption and paying off a ransom, or redemptive works in general. They had to make a certain sound. A sound that is distinct and different from all others. A sound set apart by the Lord, that He Himself will hear. To summon the congregation, they both had to be blown together, working as a team, in unison; following the direction of the Lord. They will be used to alert the congregation, not only to gather together, but also for warfare and to know when it's time to move, and how to do so effectively. To make...

    This morning I took time to spend with the Lord. It was brief before worship and prayer, but it was humbling, reassuring and comforting. The Lord showed me raging rapids. The type of river that you wouldn’t dare cross.    I saw myself jumping from the shore onto the first rock. My balance was slipping, I was unsure of my foothold. Like a baby giraffe my legs were unsteady. I wasn’t sure how I’d get to the other side. May times in life we see the challenges, we see the other side, but we have no idea how to get there. We see the rapids, the rushing waves and we freeze in fear.   I felt so afraid. I couldn’t get to the next rock without jumping. It looked slippery, it looked too far away and it looked so small compared to the rising waters around it. I hear the Lord say “Jump” so I jumped. Once again my foothold nearly slipped, my balance was shaky and I almost fell in. “Jump Ash!” I hesitated less this time around, I didn’t take as much of a pause running thr...

Last night during the service we attended, the Lord led me to Ezekiel 33. As I opened my Bible app, He highlighted Ezekiel 33:3-9. As I read those words, and that truth hit my heart, the weight of those words flooded my spirit in a way that I am finding it difficult to bring justice to with mere words. As I finished those scriptures, I heard the Lord speak clearly “Who’s blood is on your hands, Ash?”  With those words from the Lord, my heart sank. Do we really understand the magnitude of the assignment that we have been given? Do we understand the urgency of the commission? My heart was breaking, I felt the weight of the Lord’s heart for his children. Every single one of them. As I’m struggling to hold back tears, my hands began to feel warm and wet, as I looked down I saw blood being spilled all over my hands. I couldn’t shake it off, I couldn’t wipe it off on my pants, I couldn’t get it to stop, it kept coming, dripping from my fingertips onto the floor. I looked down and saw blo...

  Do you ever have one of those conversations with the Lord that puts you in your place in the snap of a finger? It usually happens when I cry out to Him in frustration. When I ignore the prompts of the Lord and get settled into the busy chaos I call life. I've needed to blog for about a week now, putting it off, thinking of every excuse in the book to do something else. Not because what the Lord has to say isn't important enough to write about, but because digging into it hurts, because healing is revealing and because I'm almost embarrassed at the fits my flesh decides to throw on occasion.   So to set the scene, I'm in the kitchen with worship music playing, crying again because I am frustrated, I'm tired, now I'm cold, the dogs have the floors a mess, and I stand there looking around like why, how, what? Now don't get me wrong, I am enjoying my life, but the Lord is using this season of marriage and blending to strip away everything my flesh has called c...