 Image via Pxfuel cc Those who sow in tears, shall reap in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him." Psalm 126:5-6 An intercessor friend of mine had a dream last week in which she and I were both part of: She and I went into a house. In front of us was a pastor whom she knew by name. He was laying prostrate on the floor naked. He had the appearance of having been squished or flattened down. She and I walked away from the pastor. She saw me go into a bathroom. She could hear me vomiting from the outside. I then walked out of the bathroom and met her again. We looked at each other. (When I asked her what she saw when she looked at me, she said that I looked tired). Interpretation: The house = the church The pastor = all pastors Naked = stripped or exposed Prostrate = humbled before God Flattened = pressure from God, like the pressing down on grapes Bathroom = where one goes to get clean Me vomiting = me travailing; God has told me that my tears wash away sin/defilement; in other words, my tears purify (opposite of defilement is purification) Me tired = tired from travailing because the emotions and energy from the body have been poured out What I feel that God is saying through this prophetic dream is that through my travailing prayer, God is purifying His pastors. Which one or ones? How many pastors? When is He going to do it? I do not know these answers. God knows and it's up to Him if He should choose to reveal the answers to these questions. I do not need to know. I only need to obey Him and follow His lead when He calls me to intercede or travail. This dream is a picture of what intercession looks like. Also, it is specific about the type of intercession that I engaged in, that of the gift of travail or gift of tears. God revealed the meaning of this supernatural phenomenon to another intercessor whom I know. She and I were together for the D.C. nightwatch that I facilitated. During the night, I broke out in very long and loud travailing prayers; not only weeping, but wailing . At one point, this intercessor stood up to share with the group a vision that she had seen in the Spirit. She saw the city of D.C. and all over the city she saw garbage. Then she saw water falling down over the city and it washed away all the garbage. God gave her the revelation that my tears were washing away the garbage (sin/defilement) in the city. Another intercessor I ministered with got a revelation one day about my tears. She looked at me and then her face looked like a light bulb went off inside. She said, "You are like a washbasin." Washbasins are located in bathrooms. We can see the connection here with the bathroom in my friend's dream. Zechariah 9:15 speaks of washbasins (basins or bowls) that were used by the Levitical priests in the Old Testament. It states, "And they shall be filled like sacrificial basins." Theologian Albert Barnes comments on this verse, "They shall be consecrated instruments of God; they shall not prevail for themselves, but for Him; they shall be hallowed like bowls of the temple, from which the sacrificial blood is sprinkled on His altar."  A powerful and anointed teaching on the gift of tears given by intercessor Corey Russell, IHOP Kansas City. THE GIFT OF TEARS Corey Russell TEARS OF LOVE There’s been a callous, On top of my heart, It’s kept me indifferent, And kept us apart. I come to Your feet, With my heart as a stone, In Your presence it breaks, As I sit at Your throne. Where’s the compassion? Broken heart for the lost? Where are the tears? Have I counted the cost? I put up some walls, So I wouldn’t feel pain, My heart, it was selfish, As I hardened again. In a holy moment of love, Water flowed from my eyes, The fountain of tears, Was the gift of Your cries. It’s not my zeal, Or emotional stirring, But it’s your love that’s released, It’s Your compassion occurring. With the distance removed, And the apathy dead, My heart is now burning, With Your burden instead. These are healing tears, That come from You, They cleanse and heal the wounded hearts, To resurrect and make them new. It’s Your desire and longing, For the souls that I weep, Grieving in agony, With the tears that You keep. You store them all up, In Your bottle; it’s true, Not one tear is lost, Because these tears are from You. Written by Elicia Roy Used with permission Elicia Roy @ www.livinghopefortheheart.org  Comments are closed.
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