It is nearing the end of the ministry time here in Ohio / West Virginia. I truly have felt the power of your prayers. I am so grateful that you have partnered with me, and all of Point To Hope, to complete the work that He has called us to do.
At one of the last meetings, I shared a message about Jehovah Raah, “The God Who Sees.” Abraham, Hagar, and Blind Bartimaeus had one thing in common: Jehovah Raah opened their eyes to see what He had provided. Well, Jehovah Raah is still the same today!
In the early morning hours, the day after I had shared this teaching, I was awakened to an invitation from the Lord … “Come, see with the eyes of MY heart.” So, I arose with the breaking of the new day and wondered outside of the home of my friends, Dee and Norris, to see what the Lord had for me to see. I stood on the hillside overlooking the quaint little town just outside of Parkersburg, WV. The town, still sleeping, but I could sense the sun was anxious to awaken this quiet little valley…. A Holy hush…. So quiet and still.
The brilliance of the sun began to illuminate the beautiful fall colors clinging to an array of branches, bushes, and trees; beautiful shades of gold, orange, reds, greens, and even browns. My heart was awakening and I began to “see” what He meant when He said: “His mercies are fresh and new every morning.” A new morning being created before my very eyes; A breath-taking panoramic view of radiant beauty. I could hear him whisper in my heart: “Behold, I make all things new!”
Then, it was as if the Lord stepped unto a rostrum and gracefully raised His arms in preparation to conduct a great symphony. I could now hear with my ears the new things of the day; the new things He was awakening … the sound of soft-singing birds, gradually intensifying into a vibrant song; lights beginning to flicker – sections to the right, center, then left, until this sleepy little town glowed. The next stanza I could hear the sound of doors opening and shutting, car and truck engines starting: some purring others roaring. All the morning routines of this little town were blending together to the tap, tap, tap of the Master’s baton. Sounds of this great symphony began to rise up the hillside as music of the day. I watched – I listened … it was glorious!
“Jehovah Raah” opened my eyes to see with eyes of His heart. This orchestra had been there all along! It was already provided for me … before I beheld it – it was there! Prepared for my enjoyment!
Then I heard this anthem bubble up out of my soul:
America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain;
for purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee,
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.
O beautiful for heroes proved
in liberating strife,
who more than self their country loved,
and mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
till all success be nobleness,
and every gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
that sees beyond the years
thine alabaster cities gleam,
undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God mend thine every flaw,
confirm thy soul in self-control,
thy liberty in law.
Oh, how beautiful these spacious skies … and the sound! I couldn’t believe I could still remember these lyrics! Yes, God was saying, “Good morning, America!” Love, Jehovah Raah, “The God who sees.”