Heidi Baker came to Lebanon last night.
Lebanon, of all places.
We were worshipping and I heard the word, almost audible, though it spoke to my Spirit.
Family.
That was it. Only one word. Funny, I thought.
I heard once from my favorite Sydney prophet that family is the word for this season, it's the word for next season and it's the word for all the seasons to come. It's what matters. I know that... Or at least, I think I know that. That's what I tried to tell myself when Heidi came up to speak. Then I knew why I had heard it.
He's going to cause something to happen that changes you as a region. As Oregon. As the Northwest. A spirit of adoption is going to come on you. You're going to dance. Your feet are going to be set on solid ground. You will know that you are the Bride. You will know that you are the Family of God. This is the season of putting down roots. Don't be afraid to be surrounded by family. It's messy, but it's always worth it, for the Perfect One, the One who was pierced, He leads us as Our Father.
Family is the word for this season. Get used to it.
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