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Dan, how is this little guy? He's turning 5 in a couple weeks right?My new grandson is coming home today from the hospital. I will finally get to hold him!
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And did I read somewhere that there is now or soon to be a grand daughter too?
mailmandan said:
My new grandson is coming home today from the hospital. I will finally get to hold him!
Congratulations Brother
I missed this Post somehow.........
Prayers for the new Parents, the child and you and your wife!
(Be sure he grows up a BAMA FAN!
)
My new grandson is coming home today from the hospital. I will finally get to hold him!
Congratulations Brother
I missed this Post somehow.........
Prayers for the new Parents, the child and you and your wife!
(Be sure he grows up a BAMA FAN!
)
It's a heartbreaking day in the Kerrville, Texas area as the devastating floods continue to destroy so much and kill so many. Total so far is 50. The horror is that 12 of these were young girls in a Summer Camp that were swept away.
I know God has His Master Plan, and I am convinced that ALL of those young girls are now in His loving care in Heaven above.
Please pray for the families!
I know God has His Master Plan, and I am convinced that ALL of those young girls are now in His loving care in Heaven above.
Please pray for the families!
Speaking my mind, I wish my Father would return to a vital faith. He now is on embers and is bitter at the church.
I am so sorry to hear this, perhaps make a prayer request for him? I have seen this work just recently
no you didn't
I replied to something from the year of 2020
and I see you left a
to Dan's original post.I was just scrolling back through some old stuff and came across it and realized the date being July that the little baby has a birthday coming up and isn't as little anymore.
(And then I realized "Have I really been here that long?")
🕊 “My Beloved...”
“Come away with Me...”
“You are called...”
“I have seen you in your quiet places, in the nights where no one else saw your tears. I was there. Not one whisper of your heart has been lost to Me.”
“You are not alone in your hunger. I placed that hunger in you—to draw you closer to My heart. Others may be satisfied with less, but I have called you to walk deeper, to drink from wells that cannot run dry.”
“You are My beloved, My bride, and I delight in you. Not because of your strength—but because of your surrender. Your yes is beautiful to Me.”
“Come away with Me...”“You do not have to strive to be worthy. You are already Mine. I clothe you in My righteousness and surround you with My love like a garment of light.”
“There is a place in My heart with your name on it. Come sit with Me, not just to ask, but to be. To listen. To breathe. To rest.”
“I know the questions you haven’t voiced. I know the pain you carry. Nothing in you scares Me away—I carry your scars in My hands.”
“You are called...”“I have marked you for a holy purpose. The path I lead you on may not be easy, and at times it may feel hidden—but it is sacred.”
“Let the fire refine you. Let My Spirit lead you through the wilderness, into the garden. I am not just forming you—I am revealing Myself through you.”
“Your voice will be like oil poured out, your life a prophetic cry in the twilight. Do not be afraid to speak what I give you in the secret place.”
A Love Letter from Jesus to You
My Beloved,
I have searched you and known you.
Before you spoke a word, I heard the cry in your spirit.
Before you took your first breath, I whispered your name in eternity.
You are not forgotten.
You are not overlooked.
You are Mine.
I have watched over you in the silence.
When the night felt too long and your prayers felt unanswered,
I was closer than your breath—holding every tear,
catching every sigh, writing every moment in My book.
There is nothing about you I would trade or erase.
Even your scars—I redeem them.
Even your weakness—I inhabit it with My strength.
You have asked to know Me.
You have longed for more than religion, more than noise.
And I tell you, you will find Me—not in the fire, not in the earthquake,
but in the whisper. In the stillness.
In the place where I wait for you.
I do not call the strong—I call the surrendered.
I do not need perfection—I desire your presence.
You think you are seeking Me,
but it is I who planted that hunger within you.
I have called you apart—not because you are better,
but because you are chosen.
You carry something holy.
You carry the ache of heaven.
Come away with Me, beloved.
Let Me speak to your heart in the garden.
Let Me remind you who you are when the world tries to make you forget.
Let Me walk with you—not as a distant King,
but as your Bridegroom, your Friend, your Lord, your First Love.
The fire you feel burning inside you—it’s not imagination.
It’s Me. It’s My Spirit.
I am awakening you.
I am calling you deeper.
And when the night grows long again, when doubts arise,
Remember this:
I am not far.
I am not silent.
I am not finished.
You are My beloved.
And I delight in you.
Forever.
— Jesus
“With everlasting love I have drawn you.” – Jeremiah 31:3
My Beloved,
I have searched you and known you.
Before you spoke a word, I heard the cry in your spirit.
Before you took your first breath, I whispered your name in eternity.
You are not forgotten.
You are not overlooked.
You are Mine.
I have watched over you in the silence.
When the night felt too long and your prayers felt unanswered,
I was closer than your breath—holding every tear,
catching every sigh, writing every moment in My book.
There is nothing about you I would trade or erase.
Even your scars—I redeem them.
Even your weakness—I inhabit it with My strength.
You have asked to know Me.
You have longed for more than religion, more than noise.
And I tell you, you will find Me—not in the fire, not in the earthquake,
but in the whisper. In the stillness.
In the place where I wait for you.
I do not call the strong—I call the surrendered.
I do not need perfection—I desire your presence.
You think you are seeking Me,
but it is I who planted that hunger within you.
I have called you apart—not because you are better,
but because you are chosen.
You carry something holy.
You carry the ache of heaven.
Come away with Me, beloved.
Let Me speak to your heart in the garden.
Let Me remind you who you are when the world tries to make you forget.
Let Me walk with you—not as a distant King,
but as your Bridegroom, your Friend, your Lord, your First Love.
The fire you feel burning inside you—it’s not imagination.
It’s Me. It’s My Spirit.
I am awakening you.
I am calling you deeper.
And when the night grows long again, when doubts arise,
Remember this:
I am not far.
I am not silent.
I am not finished.
You are My beloved.
And I delight in you.
Forever.
— Jesus
“With everlasting love I have drawn you.” – Jeremiah 31:3
A Prophetic Word from Jesus to You
“My child, My beloved, My witness in the twilight...”
“You carry the scent of the garden and the fire of the throne.”
“I am awakening the ancient cry in you.”
“You are My bride, My messenger, My flame in the night.”
“Now rise, My beloved. Shine.”
“My child, My beloved, My witness in the twilight...”
“I have chosen you for a time such as this—not by accident, not by human will, but by the breath of My Spirit. I have placed My word in your mouth and fire in your bones. You were born to see beyond what others see and to speak what others are afraid to say.”
“The path I have carved for you is narrow, but it is holy. You walk between realms—heaven and earth, seen and unseen, now and not yet. You are a bridge, a forerunner, a voice crying in the stillness. And though the world may not understand your language, the Spirit and the Bride hear you—and they echo your cry.”
“You carry the scent of the garden and the fire of the throne.”“You are being refined—not rejected. You are being stripped—not for shame, but for glory. What feels like silence is sacred preparation. I am tuning your ears to the frequency of eternity.”
“Do not run from the cave, the wilderness, or the dark night. I meet My prophets there. I wrestle with My lovers there. And I reveal Myself in whisper and wind, in thunder and flame, until you no longer just know My name—you know My voice.”
“I am awakening the ancient cry in you.”“You feel things others ignore. You sense the weight of glory and the sorrow of the nations. This is not a burden, but a mantle. You are not being crushed—you are being crowned.”
“The dreams, the visions, the stirring of the Spirit—they are not random. They are messages sealed in the scroll of your spirit. Write what I show you. Speak what I breathe into you. Even if it trembles from your lips, I will carry it with power.”
“You are My bride, My messenger, My flame in the night.”“I have placed a key of David on your shoulder—to open doors no man can shut, and to shut gates that no man can open. What I give you in secret, proclaim in the light. You are not forgotten. You are not hidden from Me—you are hidden in Me, and soon I will unveil you.”
“Stay close to Me, and I will pour out wisdom not taught by men. I will make your tongue like a double-edged sword, your heart like burning incense, and your words like oil poured out. Nations will be moved by what I place inside you.”
“Now rise, My beloved. Shine.”“The night grows darker—but your light has come. Arise. I will walk with you in the fire, and speak through you in the storm. You were not made to blend in. You were born to burn.”
“This is the hour of awakening. And you—yes, you—are My trumpet in the twilight.”
Last count I saw, the death toll in Texas was 92. 21 of them being young girls from that Camp. It breaks my heart to even think of what the families must be going through. I can not begin to imagine what God Himself must feel.
I know. People around the world die every day, and each death is tragic in some way, but sometimes things like we are seeing happening in Texas just have a deeper effect on us. Well, on me anyway. Praying for all the families........
I know. People around the world die every day, and each death is tragic in some way, but sometimes things like we are seeing happening in Texas just have a deeper effect on us. Well, on me anyway. Praying for all the families........
Father,
I lift before You the ones whose hearts are heavy.
The ones who sit in silence, longing to be seen,
the ones who smile in public but weep in private.
The ones who feel forgotten by the world,
but who are forever written in My heart.
I know their sorrow.
I have felt their loneliness.
I wept. I groaned. I was rejected, abandoned, misunderstood.
So I draw near now to the broken in spirit.
I will not pass them by.
Father, comfort them with a love
this world cannot offer.
Surround them with the peace that passes understanding.
Let them feel My presence as near as breath,
as constant as heartbeat.
Remind them:
They are not alone.
They are not forsaken.
They are not invisible.
Speak to their hearts,
'You are Mine. I have called you by name.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.
When you walk through the fire, it will not consume you.'
I declare over every lonely soul:
You are chosen. You are cherished.
You are not behind. You are not too late.
You are My delight.
Father, heal every place that aches.
Restore every heart that has been torn.
Pour out joy in the morning.
Send divine companionship.
Break the silence with the sound of hope.
And until they see the fullness of My promises,
let them know—I am right there beside them,
weeping with them, holding them,
and walking them home."**
I lift before You the ones whose hearts are heavy.
The ones who sit in silence, longing to be seen,
the ones who smile in public but weep in private.
The ones who feel forgotten by the world,
but who are forever written in My heart.
I know their sorrow.
I have felt their loneliness.
I wept. I groaned. I was rejected, abandoned, misunderstood.
So I draw near now to the broken in spirit.
I will not pass them by.
Father, comfort them with a love
this world cannot offer.
Surround them with the peace that passes understanding.
Let them feel My presence as near as breath,
as constant as heartbeat.
Remind them:
They are not alone.
They are not forsaken.
They are not invisible.
Speak to their hearts,
'You are Mine. I have called you by name.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.
When you walk through the fire, it will not consume you.'
I declare over every lonely soul:
You are chosen. You are cherished.
You are not behind. You are not too late.
You are My delight.
Father, heal every place that aches.
Restore every heart that has been torn.
Pour out joy in the morning.
Send divine companionship.
Break the silence with the sound of hope.
And until they see the fullness of My promises,
let them know—I am right there beside them,
weeping with them, holding them,
and walking them home."**
To the Holy Trinity—Father, Son, and Spirit,
How can one heart contain the love I feel for You?
Abba Father,
You are my origin, my breath, my anchor.
You dreamed of me before time began.
When I felt lost, You called me "son."
When I had nothing to give, You gave me Yourself.
You are the home my soul returns to.
I love Your wisdom, Your justice, Your kindness, Your fierce and holy love.
Thank You for never leaving me—even when I turned away.
You are my Father, forever.
Jesus, my King, my Bridegroom, my Savior,
You bled so I could be whole.
You spoke truth when I lived in lies.
You looked at me with fire in Your eyes and called me worthy.
You carried my shame to the cross and buried it in Your grave.
You rose—and with You, so did I.
I love You more than breath, more than life, more than anything this world can give.
I long to walk beside You, to speak what You speak, to love as You love.
Holy Spirit, my Helper, my Teacher, my closest friend,
You are the whisper in the stillness, the wind in my worship.
You reveal the depths of the Father’s heart.
You remind me who I am when I forget.
You bring fire when I grow cold, and oil when I am dry.
I love the way You guide me without force, convict me without shame,
and lead me back to Jesus again and again.
Three, yet One—
I give You my everything.
All I am is because of who You are.
Write Your name on every page of my life.
Use me as Your voice in the wilderness.
Mark me with Your glory.
I am not my own.
I am Yours—forever.
With all my love,
Your son,
Blain
How can one heart contain the love I feel for You?
Abba Father,
You are my origin, my breath, my anchor.
You dreamed of me before time began.
When I felt lost, You called me "son."
When I had nothing to give, You gave me Yourself.
You are the home my soul returns to.
I love Your wisdom, Your justice, Your kindness, Your fierce and holy love.
Thank You for never leaving me—even when I turned away.
You are my Father, forever.
Jesus, my King, my Bridegroom, my Savior,
You bled so I could be whole.
You spoke truth when I lived in lies.
You looked at me with fire in Your eyes and called me worthy.
You carried my shame to the cross and buried it in Your grave.
You rose—and with You, so did I.
I love You more than breath, more than life, more than anything this world can give.
I long to walk beside You, to speak what You speak, to love as You love.
Holy Spirit, my Helper, my Teacher, my closest friend,
You are the whisper in the stillness, the wind in my worship.
You reveal the depths of the Father’s heart.
You remind me who I am when I forget.
You bring fire when I grow cold, and oil when I am dry.
I love the way You guide me without force, convict me without shame,
and lead me back to Jesus again and again.
Three, yet One—
I give You my everything.
All I am is because of who You are.
Write Your name on every page of my life.
Use me as Your voice in the wilderness.
Mark me with Your glory.
I am not my own.
I am Yours—forever.
With all my love,
Your son,
Blain
A Prophetic Cry to Ignite the Body of Christ
**“People of God,
Bride of the King,
You were not called to sleep in stained-glass tombs.
You were not born to burn low behind comfortable walls.
The hour is late—
The oil is running low—
But the fire is ready to fall.
The Lord says:
I am igniting the faithful remnant,
those whose hearts still tremble at My word.
I am breathing on embers hidden in nursing homes, prison cells, deserts, and bedrooms.
This fire will not come with smoke machines and shows—it will come with tears, repentance, and glory.
I call forth now:
The broken, who never lost their flame
The intercessors, weary but still kneeling
The wanderers, ready to come home
The prophets, hidden and burning with unspeakable groanings
The youth, silenced but not surrendered
The Lord says:
The hour has come to break the silence with holy fire.
The hour has come to tear the veil of entertainment and religion.
The hour has come for My Bride to awaken,
bathed in oil and clothed in fire.
I prophesy:
The lukewarm will shudder.
The hidden will rise.
The chains will melt.
The Bride will burn again.
And from the overlooked places—yes, even from nursing homes and forgotten corners—
My voice will thunder.
My glory will return.
And the fire will spread from heart to heart, altar to altar, until the world shakes with the weight of My name.
He who has ears, let him hear.
He who has a lamp, trim it.
He who has fire—ignite it now.”**
**“People of God,
Bride of the King,
You were not called to sleep in stained-glass tombs.
You were not born to burn low behind comfortable walls.
The hour is late—
The oil is running low—
But the fire is ready to fall.
The Lord says:
I am igniting the faithful remnant,
those whose hearts still tremble at My word.
I am breathing on embers hidden in nursing homes, prison cells, deserts, and bedrooms.
This fire will not come with smoke machines and shows—it will come with tears, repentance, and glory.
I call forth now:
The broken, who never lost their flame The intercessors, weary but still kneeling The wanderers, ready to come home The prophets, hidden and burning with unspeakable groanings The youth, silenced but not surrenderedThe Lord says:
The hour has come to break the silence with holy fire.
The hour has come to tear the veil of entertainment and religion.
The hour has come for My Bride to awaken,
bathed in oil and clothed in fire.
I prophesy:
The lukewarm will shudder.
The hidden will rise.
The chains will melt.
The Bride will burn again.
And from the overlooked places—yes, even from nursing homes and forgotten corners—
My voice will thunder.
My glory will return.
And the fire will spread from heart to heart, altar to altar, until the world shakes with the weight of My name.
He who has ears, let him hear.
He who has a lamp, trim it.
He who has fire—ignite it now.”**
- Joel 2:28 – “I will pour out My Spirit on all people...”
- Revelation 3:16 – “Because you are lukewarm... I will spit you out.”
- Romans 13:11 – “The hour has already come... Wake up from your slumber.”
- 1 Kings 18:38–39 – “Then the fire of the Lord fell...”
- Song of Solomon 8:6 – “Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.”
Prayer for the Hurting, Confused, and Lost
Jesus,
You see every heart that is heavy tonight.
You know the thoughts that swirl like storms,
the pain that hides behind every smile,
the questions that never seem to have answers.
To the one who feels confused,
who doesn’t know where to go or who they are—
Wrap them in Your peace that goes beyond understanding.
Let them hear Your whisper say,
To the one who is hurting,
carrying silent wounds, unseen tears, and secret battles—
Breathe healing into every shattered place.
Let them feel Your nearness, even in the dark.
You are the God who binds up the brokenhearted
and calls them by name.
To the one who is lost,
wandering through life unsure of the way—
Be the Good Shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine
to find the one.
Shine Your light on their path.
Call them back home.
Jesus, reach into the places no one else can touch.
Speak into the silence.
Break through the numbness.
And awaken hope.
Let Your love burn through the fog of confusion.
Let Your truth calm the noise of fear.
Let Your arms carry them until they can stand again.
You are not far from the broken—You are closest to them.
So come now, Lord.
Do what only You can do.
Be their anchor.
Be their answer.
Be their healer.
Be their home.
In Your holy, gentle, mighty name,
Amen.
Jesus,
You see every heart that is heavy tonight.
You know the thoughts that swirl like storms,
the pain that hides behind every smile,
the questions that never seem to have answers.
To the one who feels confused,
who doesn’t know where to go or who they are—
Wrap them in Your peace that goes beyond understanding.
Let them hear Your whisper say,
“I have not abandoned you. I will lead you.”
To the one who is hurting,
carrying silent wounds, unseen tears, and secret battles—
Breathe healing into every shattered place.
Let them feel Your nearness, even in the dark.
You are the God who binds up the brokenhearted
and calls them by name.
To the one who is lost,
wandering through life unsure of the way—
Be the Good Shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine
to find the one.
Shine Your light on their path.
Call them back home.
Jesus, reach into the places no one else can touch.
Speak into the silence.
Break through the numbness.
And awaken hope.
Let Your love burn through the fog of confusion.
Let Your truth calm the noise of fear.
Let Your arms carry them until they can stand again.
You are not far from the broken—You are closest to them.
So come now, Lord.
Do what only You can do.
Be their anchor.
Be their answer.
Be their healer.
Be their home.
In Your holy, gentle, mighty name,
Amen.
