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LaWanda - Lord, as I read your words to me here in this journal, I am undone.  How I could not spend every waking moment here, I do not know.  It is so precious to be in Your presence and have you speak so gently to me.  Lord, forgive my laziness, my surrender to my flesh.  I want more of you but know I don’t deserve it.  I fall so short.  Help me, Lord.  From Song of Songs, “May your breath be upon me until I am fully yours.  Spare nothing, Lord, until you make me your fruitful garden.  Hold nothing back until I release Your fragrance.  Come walk with me as you walked with Adam.  Taste the fruits of Your life in me.”*

Ken Day is a CLU student. He received this prophetic word for the body of Christ on 3/31/23.

This morning in my journaling/meditation I heard billions of angels, surrounding the earth, BLOWING SHOFARS.

Prophetic word through Dr. Flavien Williams, a professor for doctoral-level students at Christian Leadership University.

LaWanda - O Jesus, precious Jesus.  I see you, Lord, waiting for me as I turn my eyes on you.

I am at your feet once again, Lord.  My head on your thigh, but I am not at rest, Lord.  I am holding on for dear life.  I do not want anything to tear me away from you.  I am gripping you so tightly, Lord.  And with every stroke of my head, the tension, the fear leaves me until once again, I am at rest.  O Lord, I love this place.  I love you so, Lord, as your mercy pours out on me yet again.  Lord, even in this quicksand/mud puddle I find myself in, your mercy pours out on me.  Especially here, because here is where I need it the most.

Moments ago I received this time-sensitive email - The 9-episode documentary named "Quest for the Cures"

LaWanda - Jesus, Jesus, how I love You, how I’ve proved You o’er and o’er.  Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus, Oh for grace to love You more.  Thank You for Your grace, Lord, Your love poured out on us as Your grace.  Thank You, Lord.

Oh, Jesus, precious, Lord, I see me sitting at Your feet, Lord.  My head is resting on Your thigh, Lord, and Your hand is on my head.  You are speaking to a group, Lord, but I am not really listening.  I am just resting, just enjoying Your touch, Your love, Your presence.  It’s as if I am in another world.  Thank You, Lord for this precious time together.

Come home, precious one.

The quicksand you think you are in is just a puddle.

What are your answers to these questions concerning money?