16 Jan 2016
“I’m whistling up my sheep,” the Lord said to me this morning.
Lying in bed about 5:00 AM, not quite ready to get up, I asked the Lord to talk to me. (Last night I had gone to sleep so quickly that I didn’t even pray much.)
That was his answer. “I’m whistling up my sheep from all over the world.”
Then he showed me, scene by scene, masses of people being born again. In Iceland. Greenland. Lapland. The Gobi desert. Afghanistan. The Russian Steppes. China. South Africa. Indonesia. Kuwait. The continents, the island nations, small and large.
And on, and on, and on. Lost people responding to the prayers of found people, their hearts are waking up to desire God, to hunger for the true God. They are seeking Him and they are finding.
“If they have never heard the gospel, a way will be made…
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