When the Lord speaks, I listen. He has spoken to me in various ways. This past week He spoke through dreams, two very significant dreams. Two weddings, two different meanings. One of warning, the other confirming. Father spoke to me this past week through my granddaughter. I love when He does this! When I hear someone say, God doesn't speak to me, I want to say,"Oh yes He does, you just haven't learned His language." We know He speaks through the written word but He speaks in many other ways too.

God is relational. That is why we were created . He wanted someone like Himself to love. That's why He sent Jesus so we could see in the flesh what He was like. He was the ultimate sacrifice that reconciled us to the Father. I heard a story once told by Tommy Tenney. A very large minister who had a thyroid problem which caused  extreme obesity, went to a home to visit a couple and when he got into the foyer, he stood against the wall and looked into the living area to see if there was a place large enough for him to sit. He wondered if there was a place that had been provided for him beforehand. Tommy Tenney said that God looks around to see if we have provided a mercy seat big enough for Him. Often times we have filled it up with so many of our ideas, our agendas, our traditions

 that their is no room for Him. Be aware this week of God's language..maybe through a bird, a flower, a song, a dream. Make room for Him. He has some things He wants to tell you. You will be blessed. and it will bring Him great joy

The sun comes up. There's a new day dawning! Words of a song I listened to this morning. Thankful that His mercies are new every morning. I get a do over every

day. Amazing! I have been attempting at prophetic art and its always nice to have a clean slate , a new canvas each time. I am seeing a new painting this morning with new birds in the yard, new buds on the trees, new plants coming up. Each day is always a display of His newness,a reminder that old things have passed away, Behold all things have become new. I painted last Saturday night during worship. I am a novice believe me but when the music started I began to hear a rumbling and a thunder and I could hear what might have been the sound of a shaking ground and an exploding tomb. I began  to dip into that crimson color and a flow began to emerge from the cross and it flowed through layers of colors, our layers of generations, the layers of our souls. The golden sun behind it began to rise. Our   DNA changes at the cross as we receive His blood line at salvation. We get the Father's DNA just like Jesus did, who had no earthly father. A sinless, spotless DNA. No flaws, no bondages, no sickness. A new clean slate. His bloods that flows is our sanctification, our righteousness. When sinners plunge beneath that flood lose all their guilty stain.Old things have passed away, Behold! all things have become new! Amen! Grateful this morning, its a new day dawning. We will walk in newness of life!