Lori Anne Hale

Deep Are The Groanings

[Vision: I saw a dormant volcano suddenly erupt, catching people by surprise. As I watched, the lava ran down the hillside into the coastal town below, eventually flowing into the ocean. I heard screams as the townspeople, who were dressed in ancient clothing, were running in terror, looking for a way to escape the fiery lava. Slaves and aristocrats…

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Biding Your Time

Just as a pace car is set out on the track to ready the vehicles for the contest ahead, so, too, was Holy Spirit sent to establish the spiritual momentum in the lives of My children. For He knows the Father’s will, and therefore, is keenly aware of when it is time to slow the pace, or when the speed needs to be quickened so that…

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Married To Unbelief

The apparatus I use to promote internal change is the external circumstances of life. For without some form of catalyst as a source of motivation, how would believers know where they are still married to unbelief? And while I am not for divorce between those who have made marriage vows, believers should not hesitate to dissolve…

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Unavoidable

America is about to turn a corner, as the direction she is headed shall suddenly change, for I have determined this shift to be necessary if what has been stolen is to be restored. Then like a vehicle that suddenly alters course because the one behind the wheel refused to follow the predetermined route, so, too, have those who jumped…

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Spring Cleaning

When a mat is left on the floor too long without being shaken, a layer of dirt and debris begins to build up on its surface, soiling the color and weakening the weave. Although some damage has already occurred, it is not beyond My skillful hand to repair. This carpet must, nonetheless, be shaken until every last speck of dirt is loosened from upon it…

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Yesterday Is Over

Yesterday is over, there is only today. Yet so many of My children are still holding on to the past, carrying it within their hearts as if in a satchel, where each failure, wound, or offense can be easily accessed, then examined over and over again. However, this does not depict what it means to live as overcomers, as unresolved pain hanging…

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