This morning I stumbled across an old prophecy from thirty years ago, spoken on 14/11/1993 by visiting pastor Mike Berry from the USA at The Lighthouse in Parow, Cape Town. It felt like a gentle echo from heaven, finding me again in a different season of life:
> *"There's been a war in your house, a tremendous war. It's almost been times where it's been extremely violent & it's principality & powers that's warred against you.
And it's been times when you've prayed & prayed: 'God give deliverance! God give deliverance!' And you didn't even think God was listening to you. You felt like God has shut the heavens against you & you said: 'I don't know how God's going to answer.'
But it's been like a braze from heaven. God is breaking through right now. And the thing He's promised you in your prayer times & the times that you've worshipped God in this place & the things that you're seen in your life, God has come through & revealed things to you. God is going to do that in your life & in your family's life. He's going to set that place free & break that spirit that's been over that place in the Name of Jesus!
He's going to turn the hearts of the sons to their fathers, the hearts of the fathers to their sons. He's going to remove the heart of stone & give you a heart of flesh."*
For so many years I tucked this away, almost embarrassed to hope, because my heart grew weary and disappointed. I even stopped believing that it could ever come true. Yet now, three decades later, I am beginning to see the first blossoms of fulfilment. That heart of stone, which I recently realised was my own, is softening through the tender love of my tribe sisters and the steady encouragement of my community.
📖 "I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh." — Ezekiel 36:26 (NKJV)
How faithful our God is — He does not forget what He has spoken. Even when our hope falters, His promises stand unshaken. Healing is slow and tender, but like clay warmed by the potter’s hands, my heart is being reshaped by love.
Today I rest in gratitude, knowing that no prayer has ever been wasted, no tear unseen, no longing unheard. What once felt like silence has become the sweetest melody of restoration.
Monday, 27 March 2023
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