THE MIRACLE OF THE HONEY BEES
LION OF ZION # 44
March 16, 2007
By Rosie Lovejoy
We had an exciting miracle this week, and the LORD spoke to me concerning simple childlike faith during our Friday evening worship service.
We have a small orchard and the first trees are in full bloom. Yet a disaster was taking place! For those who are not familiar with fruit trees, they bloom for a short period of time only. During that time the blossoms require a certain temperature, no wind, and hopefully little or no rain. The blossoms are fragile, and each one carries the potential for a mature fruit if it is properly pollinated and not frozen, blown apart, etc. The blossoms also require honey bees or other pollinating insects.
For two long days the trees stood in full bloom and not a honey bee was present. It was a very serious catastrophe in the making! No bees, no fruit!
And so at dinner we prayed a simple prayer, “YAHWEH, we need bees! Please send the bees to pollinate our trees. We pray in YESHUS’S NAME, AMEN.”
The next morning hundreds of bees were swarming over the blossoming trees! I have never seen so many bees on a tree before! And so that evening, at our Friday evening worship service…I was dancing and found myself repeating a large circle in the dance. “A wedding ring!” I exclaimed, and then HE said, “WILL YOU SCRIBE FOR ME?”
I grabbed a pen and began to write. As I was doing so the music was singing, “Blessed is HE who comes in the name of YAHWEH! Hosanna! Hosanna!”
“YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED A MIRACLE WITH THE HONEY BEES. FOR YOU ASKED, AND I GLADLY REPLIED. HOW I WISH ALL MY CHILDREN WOULD SIMPLY ASK IN FAITH, BELIEVING, AND I WILL COMPLY. FOR THESE ARE THE TIMES WHEN FORMULAS AND RITUALS WILL NOT WORK.
RELIGION WILL NOT WORK. IT IS A JOY-FILLED TIME FOR MY LITTLE ONES AS THEY COME TO ME AND SIMPLY ASK!” “I AM THE GOOD SHEPHERD AND I LOVE MY SHEEP.
FOLLOW ME. ASK OF ME. TRUST IN ME!
BELIEVE THAT I AM YAHWEH WHO DELIVERS YOU. I AM WITH YOU AND I LOVE YOU WITH AN EVERLASTING LOVE. ‘ASK AND IT SHALL BE GIVEN ONTO YOU. SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND. KNOCK AND THE DOOR SHALL BE OPENED ONTO YOU.’ (MATT. 7:7)
PEACE TO MY OBEDIENT ONES! PEACE TO MY CHILDREN WHO COME TO ME BELIEVING.
I SHALL SUPPLY YOUR EVERY NEED.”
“AS THE DAYS UNFOLD,
AS MY JUDGMENTS UNFOLD,
BE AT PEACE.
I WILL PROTECT THOSE WHO LOVE ME AND HEED MY VOICE.”
Rosie’s note:
This is not about affirming and demanding that YAHWEH give me anything that I want.
It is not about claiming and asking to be a millionaire. It is about asking in HIS Name and in HIS WILL, with childlike faith, believing…I can’t begin to describe the joy and the wonder of finding the trees swarming with bees the following morning after such a simple prayer! There is a huge crisis developing worldwide with the honey bees. Without the bees, we face massive starvation as over a third of all crops rely on pollinators to pollinate the crops. The hives are collapsing and scientists and farmers are very concerned about the vanishing bees.
To some it may seem that I am making a big deal out of something so trite.
To me this was a fabulous miracle because it meant that we would have fruit on our trees!
And the last sentence HE spoke to me says it all, for it speaks of obedience….
Without walking in obedience I cannot expect to have my prayers answered.
I cannot expect to hide under the ‘Shadow of HIS Wings.’
Priscilla Van Sutphin has posted all my Lion of Zion Visions on her website at:
http://www.upstreamca.org/LionofZion.html
Thank you Priscilla !
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LION OF ZION # 45
“THE CROWDS FLOCKED TO HEAR MY WORDS”
PALM SUNDAY -- April 1, 2007
By Rosie Lovejoy
We were worshiping. It was Palm Sunday morning and the church was packed. As the worship continued, I saw the darkened silhouette of our SAVIOR, YESHUA/JESUS, our Messiah, on the cross. HE was dead. HIS body hung listlessly. From His side blood was slowly dripping.
I threw myself on the ground, and hit the rocks and the dirt with my chin. I lay there confessing, repenting, and begging for forgiveness. (One does not stand in the presence of the one who gave HIS life as an offering for us all.)
I found myself asking, “Why are you showing me this LORD? It’s Palm Sunday! Why are you on the cross?” There was no answer, for the form I was seeing had truly been slain and could not answer me.
And so the worship continued and the songs rolled by as I watched the cross with our slain SAVIOR from my prostrate position on the ground. The sky was dark and stormy all about HIM, yet HIS form was encircled with a golden light.
And then I found myself remembering the work of Ron Wyatt*, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I reached over and caught a drop of YESHUA’S/JESUS’ Blood as it was falling. I then reverently applied it to my forehead, my hands, and my heart. (That single drop seemed to multiply, so there was plenty to apply.)
I began to pray that the LORD would mark me with HIS blood, HIS sign. I asked that with Passover coming, that it would be HIS Blood that was painted on the doorposts of my heart. I truly wanted there to be no doubt, ever, that I belonged to HIM, and it was HIS mark that I wore.
And then, so quietly, as my prayer ended, I was joined by my friend, the LION OF ZION. HE stood beside me, gently purring.
Surrounding the cross dancers appeared. They were dressed in native costumes. There were Dutch and German, American Indian and Scotch, Papua New Guinea, and many, many different nationalities. They were dancing their native dances in circles -- joyously celebrating the victory that was represented by the slain SAVIOR.
I was reminded that YESHUA/JESUS is the SAVIOR of the entire world! HIS church is huge, and those of us in the USA are just a tiny, tiny part of what HE is doing.
(All the while worship was continuing in the church and music and singing swirled about me. I was worshiping with the rest of the congregation while the vision was unfolding before me.)
And then the scene changed and I began watching a different scene altogether.
The sky was a vivid blue, the air was warm with the smell and taste of dust. People were running. There were hundreds of them, and they were all running towards YESHUA.
I was back in Jerusalem, at the time HE walked the earth. I saw HIM dressed in a creamy white. The clothing was ancient; the animals intermingled with people on the street. Venders, children, women, were dropping what they were doing and running to chase after our Messiah as HE walked with HIS disciples. They were soooo excited that HE was there! They were calling out to one another that YESHUA was there.
They wanted to hear every word HE had to say!
And as I watched the people running towards the SAVIOR, chasing after their MESSIAH, I was reminded ever so gently by the HOLY SPIRIT, that I too, needed to feel that same sense of urgency and glee when I approached HIS Gospels and HIS Revelation to John. Perhaps I had heard one too many sermons explaining another person’s view of what my SAVIOR was saying and what HE meant by this parable or that sentence. Perhaps I needed to focus on Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Revelation -- on HIS words…
And ever so gently, I heard, “THE CROWDS FLOCKED TO HEAR MY WORDS” whispered into my spirit.
*The work of Ron Wyatt can be found at:
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