God Throws America a Lifeline!

3 Words in 1

A Word for America

When I saw this video, I saw the nation of America in this beautiful, powerful and majestic creature.

I saw that just like this mighty eagle, America to has faced the fury of many contrary winds.

But then I saw the loving hand of an almighty God healing, protecting and restoring this great nation.

America, I Decree:   God has not finished with you yet!

I Declare:   You will fly higher and further than you have ever flown before,.  You will soar on wings like mighty eagles, you will rise, rise, rise from the place of darkness and destruction.

God is healing your eyes, your mind and your broken heart in this hour.


God Throws America a Lifeline!

God is throwing you a life line in this hour!  America, take hold of it and you will live!

I saw the nation of America sinking into a deep, dark pit of death and destruction.  Then I heard the words, “Take hold of My rope of hope and you will live and triumph over your enemies”.

Last night I had a very powerful but short dream about the Nation of America.

I saw in the dream the Nation of America sinking slowly into a deep and dark pit of destruction and death.  I could hear the loud screams and cries of thousands upon thousands of people.  The sound of their screams made my blood run cold.

I could hear the desperation and the panic in the voices of those that cried out to be rescued and saved.  But then suddenly, in the midst of great turmoil and darkness, I heard another sound begin to rise up from the sinking Nation.

As I pressed in deeper still, the sound grew louder and louder, as I listened.  I could hear the sound of many more voices.  I could hear the sound of music rising, rising, rising from the sinking Nation.

The voices grew stronger and more powerful.  Then I heard the sound of the song, “Amazing Grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.”  I listened and watched intently in the dream as the sound of powerful and penetrating Worship filled the atmosphere of fear and despair.

Then suddenly, I saw the heavens open wide over the sinking Nation and I saw the brightest of light shine forth upon the American people, and like the brightest of sunrises, I watched as the Nation that was once in great darkness, was now being covered like a blanket in deep gold and silver.  Then I saw the colours of the rainbow fill the skies over the whole Nation.

As I kept watching, suddenly I saw a hand coming out of the heavens and I watched as a rope with a life ring attached to its end was thrown to the sinking Nation.  My eyes were immediately drawn to the brightly coloured red life ring that had come out of the heavens.

I watched as it went forth upon the Nation.  I looked again and it had words written upon its fabric, it had the words, “By His blood, you will triumph over evil.”

Then I heard a voice that said, “If My people will take hold of My rope of hope in this hour, I will deliver them from the pit of death and destruction and I will lead them to new life, liberty and great triumph.”

After hearing these words, my dream suddenly changed and I was handed a stop watch, the kind you would use in a running race,  Then as I looked at the stop watch I saw the seconds moving very fast when suddenly the seconds stopped at the number 59 and then over to the number 60, then I heard the words, “Isaiah 59-60”, in the dream.

Here are both scriptures, please read both together, one after another. I believe this confirms the first dream I had, and it also reconfirms the word God gave me a few days ago called;  Divine Intervention Coming to America!

We Long for Light but Sink into Darkness.

“Look! Listen!
God’s arm is not amputated — he can still save.
God’s ears are not stopped up — he can still hear.
There’s nothing wrong with God; the wrong is in you.
Your wrongheaded lives caused the split between you and God.
Your sins got between you so that he doesn’t hear.
Your hands are drenched in blood,
your fingers dripping with guilt,
Your lips smeared with lies,
your tongue swollen from muttering obscenities.

No one speaks up for the right,
no one deals fairly.
They trust in illusion, they tell lies,
they get pregnant with mischief and have sin-babies.
They hatch snake eggs and weave spider webs.
Eat an egg and die; break an egg and get a snake!

The spider webs are no good for shirts or shawls.
No one can wear these weavings!
They weave wickedness,
they hatch violence.
They compete in the race to do evil
and run to be the first to murder.
They plan and plot evil, think and breathe evil,
and leave a trail of wrecked lives behind them.
They know nothing about peace
and less than nothing about justice.
They make tortuously twisted roads.
No peace for the wretch who walks down those roads!

Which means that we’re a far cry from fair dealing,
and we’re not even close to right living.
We long for light but sink into darkness,
long for brightness but stumble through the night.
Like the blind, we inch along a wall,
groping eyeless in the dark.
We shuffle our way in broad daylight,
like the dead, but somehow walking.
We’re no better off than bears, groaning,
and no worse off than doves, moaning.
We look for justice—not a sign of it;
for salvation—not so much as a hint.
Our wrongdoings pile up before you, God,
our sins stand up and accuse us.
Our wrongdoings stare us down;
we know in detail what we’ve done:
Mocking and denying God,
not following our God,
Spreading false rumors, inciting sedition,
pregnant with lies, muttering malice.
Justice is beaten back,
Righteousness is banished to the sidelines,
Truth staggers down the street,
Honesty is nowhere to be found,
Good is missing in action.
Anyone renouncing evil is beaten and robbed.

God looked and saw evil looming on the horizon —
so much evil and no sign of Justice.

He couldn’t believe what he saw:
not a soul around to correct this awful situation.
So he did it himself, took on the work of Salvation,
fueled by his own Righteousness.
He dressed in Righteousness, put it on like a suit of armor,
with Salvation on his head like a helmet,
Put on Judgment like an overcoat,
and threw a cloak of Passion across his shoulders.
He’ll make everyone pay for what they’ve done:
fury for his foes, just deserts for his enemies.
Even the far-off islands will get paid off in full.
In the west they’ll fear the name of God,
in the east they’ll fear the glory of God,
For he’ll arrive like a river in flood stage,
whipped to a torrent by the wind of God.

“I’ll arrive in Zion as Redeemer,
to those in Jacob who leave their sins.”
God’s Decree.

“As for me,” God says, “this is my covenant with them: My Spirit that I’ve placed upon you and the words that I’ve given you to speak, they’re not going to leave your mouths nor the mouths of your children nor the mouths of your grandchildren. You will keep repeating these words and won’t ever stop.” God’s orders.”  Isaiah 59 MSG.

People Returning for the Reunion

“Get out of bed, Jerusalem!
Wake up. Put your face in the sunlight.
God’s bright glory has risen for you.
The whole earth is wrapped in darkness,
all people sunk in deep darkness,
But God rises on you,
his sunrise glory breaks over you.
Nations will come to your light,
kings to your sunburst brightness.

Look up! Look around!
Watch as they gather, watch as they approach you:
Your sons coming from great distances,
your daughters carried by their nannies.
When you see them coming you’ll smile — big smiles!
Your heart will swell and, yes, burst!
All those people returning by sea for the reunion,
a rich harvest of exiles gathered in from the nations!
And then streams of camel caravans as far as the eye can see,
young camels of nomads in Midian and Ephah,
Pouring in from the south from Sheba,
loaded with gold and frankincense,
preaching the praises of God.
And yes, a great roundup
of flocks from the nomads in Kedar and Nebaioth,
Welcome gifts for worship at my altar
as I bathe my glorious Temple in splendor.
What’s That We See in the Distance?

“What’s that we see in the distance,
a cloud on the horizon, like doves darkening the sky?
It’s ships from the distant islands,
the famous Tarshish ships
Returning your children from faraway places,
loaded with riches, with silver and gold,
And backed by the name of your God, The Holy of Israel,
showering you with splendor.

Foreigners will rebuild your walls,
and their kings assist you in the conduct of worship.
When I was angry I hit you hard.
It’s my desire now to be tender.
Your Jerusalem gates will always be open
—open house day and night!—
Receiving deliveries of wealth from all nations,
and their kings, the delivery boys!
Any nation or kingdom that doesn’t deliver will perish;
those nations will be totally wasted.

The rich woods of Lebanon will be delivered
— all that cypress and oak and pine —
To give a splendid elegance to my Sanctuary,
as I make my footstool glorious.
The descendants of your oppressor
will come bowing and scraping to you.
All who looked down at you in contempt
will lick your boots.
They’ll confer a title on you: City of God,
Zion of The Holy of Israel.

Not long ago you were despised refuse —
out-of-the-way, unvisited, ignored.
But now I’ve put you on your feet,
towering and grand forever, a joy to look at!
When you suck the milk of nations
and the breasts of royalty,
You’ll know that I, God, am your Savior,
your Redeemer, Champion of Jacob.

I’ll give you only the best—no more hand-me-downs!
Gold instead of bronze, silver instead of iron,
bronze instead of wood, iron instead of stones.
I’ll install Peace to run your country,
make Righteousness your boss.
There’ll be no more stories of crime in your land,
no more robberies, no more vandalism.
You’ll name your main street Salvation Way,
and install Praise Park at the center of town.

You’ll have no more need of the sun by day
nor the brightness of the moon at night.
God will be your eternal light,
your God will bathe you in splendor.
Your sun will never go down,
your moon will never fade.
I will be your eternal light.
Your days of grieving are over.
All your people will live right and well,
in permanent possession of the land.
They’re the green shoot that I planted,
planted with my own hands to display my glory.
The runt will become a great tribe,
the weakling become a strong nation.
I am God.
At the right time I’ll make it happen,”
  Isaiah 60 MSG.


Blessed and Prosperous are those who Run to The LORD

I bless God every chance I get;
my lungs expand with his praise.

I live and breathe God;
if things aren’t going well, hear this and be happy:

Join me in spreading the news;
together let’s get the word out.

God met me more than halfway,
he freed me from my anxious fears.

Look at him; give him your warmest smile.
Never hide your feelings from him.

When I was desperate, I called out,
and God got me out of a tight spot.

God’s angel sets up a circle
of protection around us while we pray.

Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see — how good God is.
Blessed are you who run to him.

Worship God if you want the best;
worship opens doors to all his goodness.

Young lions on the prowl get hungry,
but God-seekers are full of God.

Come, children, listen closely;
I’ll give you a lesson in God worship.

Who out there has a lust for life?
Can’t wait each day to come upon beauty?

Guard your tongue from profanity,
and no more lying through your teeth.

Turn your back on sin; do something good.
Embrace peace — don’t let it get away!

God keeps an eye on his friends,
his ears pick up every moan and groan.

God won’t put up with rebels;
he’ll cull them from the pack.

Is anyone crying for help? God is listening,
ready to rescue you.

If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there;
if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.

Disciples so often get into trouble;
still, God is there every time.

He’s your bodyguard, shielding every bone;
not even a finger gets broken.

The wicked commit slow suicide;
they waste their lives hating the good.

God pays for each slave’s freedom;
no one who runs to him loses out.

 

Blessings to you all.
~ by Veronika West



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