![]() The night before last, I heard a noise that woke me up. An outline of a large form was defined in my dark room by a nightlight in the hallway. The figure was so tall; it blocked out the green light from the smoke detector mounted on the high ceiling when it paced. I sat up in bed. He was not the angel I’m familiar with ever since I was a child, when I was first called into ministry; the same one who visited me on a few terrible occasions, who spoke words of comfort and instruction to me from Yahweh. He was not the administrative angel I’d seen or heard file something in my office space, often after I’d prayed through something pivotal that the Lord asked me to fast over. No, this angel who manifested was like a warring angel. And I had fear, not for my life, but more in awe of his somber bearing. His militant pace was like that of an overseeing general; he meant business. Meanwhile, a bustle of activity was implemented behind him in the hallway. Angels were busy removing complete old file sets from my office and sending in replacements of new file sets, different ones. I simply asked him, “What’s all the commotion?” He directly answered, “Changing of the guard.” I fell back into a deep sleep, yet was acutely aware of a song playing continuously. It was Paul Wilbur’s Let The Weight Of Your Glory Fall. It soaked my spirit. I’ve sensed for a while that the Lord God was going to move in a big way, an ushering in of a global shift. Coinciding with the global shift, a dynamic shift for the saints who are pursuant for the heart of God. A sort of wheat and tares’ sifting, wherein those who have been hidden yet yielded to Abba Father, bowed at his feet in humility; wrapped in the arms of Yeshua in intimacy, covered by his purity, seeking, seeking, seeking… pressing in, fasting, praying, communing, worshipping… loving, praising, adoring… and trustfully waiting. They are now called to the front lines. It’s a new rotation. And just in time for Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. What changing of the guard looks like is different for each of us; it’s personalized and customized. God is personal and cares about our details, and he loves who we are and how he’s made us, and is eager to plug us into what we’re meant to be doing. Not what we’ve accidentally fallen into or erroneously decided or thoughtlessly accepted for ourselves. Changing of the guard means fresh game plans and strategies, different roles, positions or promotions, jobs or locations, increased provision, overturns and turnarounds, acceleration, health and/or whole sense of being, a bringing together of spiritually aligned people. This is the beginning of deliverance for many. A crossing the Jordan breakthrough moment where you go from enduring to being an overcomer, from death to life, from oppression to freedom—and this means freedom to move into the purpose God has for you. A changing of the guard means a new angelic regiment put in position to accompany you as you get the green light to embark on a long-awaited dream. It means customized protection over you for this new rota, and the next commission. At the same time as affecting us individually, we are impacted corporately, unifying by one spirit to be the voice of the Kingdom to lost or displaced people. I had a dream where a massive incoming tide was being held back by a tall but rickety, weathered, wooden fence-like dam. The roiling flood current became a wall of water of building pressure and was pushing like a giant soiled wave, crashing against the wood until it splintered all around me. In a staccato racket, the noise of wood cracking and popping erupted. I was holding up a portion of the fence, but it started to buckle. I shouted over the growing sound of the surge, “Lord, help! I can’t hold up my portion any longer!” And just as I shouted those words and the last of the fence disintegrated, the giant hand of the Lord picked me up by the back of my shirt and lifted me to high ground. From there I watched in awe, the tide sweep over everything. But it wasn’t a bad thing; it was a good thing, an amazing thing. Where I stood, I could see for miles and miles over land and sea. The polluted built-up dark surf washed away, and a fresh surf, a new tide, a clean body of water swept in. It was a separation of the waters, also the sweeping of his holiness over the land. And I breathed, “Glory to God, your will be done.” The rickety fence, even as I held up my portion the best I could for a time, I knew were also circumstances that kept the swell of spiritual water from moving forward. Yet the calling builds up and builds up, and at an appointed time, things will move, things (the pollution, blockages, etc.) will be swept out of the way. The tide changes, rushes in or ebbs, and there’s nothing we can do but be ready, stand vigil. Sometimes God cradles our hand and takes us toward his will one step at a time. Other times, it comes in a sudden act. When everything is changed, and things that stood in your way are suddenly gone, and those dreams and visions you’ve held back yet have hung onto come into reality. Suddenly the swift current breaks the barrier, separates the impurities from the pure, or the unrighteous from the righteous, and releases an outpouring of holiness and purpose with the magnitude of a tsunami. Changing of the guard means a big change, a spiritual tidal wave, a move of God leaving nothing as it was. However manner it comes to you, a new shift has arrived Dear One. If you haven’t yet received your instructions, or are awaiting clarity on what “Changing of the guard” means for you specifically… be near God; be near him. He will not forsake you. “But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.”—Psalm 73:28 Comments are closed.
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