Monday, August 12th, was a watch date for me. Any time you go on record and set some level of expectation, you potentially set yourself up for failure. Yes, with 6.5 billion people on the earth, something is bound to happen but none of it may be relevant to you. Nonetheless, I was led to go on record.
As some of you know, I have been drawn to 1:11:11 or 11111 since the summer of 1997. This is when Our Heavenly Father spoke to me and told me “MY anointing comes at the appointed time.” On that day at 1:11:11 PM, the anointing came and HE told me to turn around and look at the clock on the wall. There are many aspects of this set of numbers, one being Grace, represented by the number 5: 1+1+1+1+1. 11111 is the binary representation of 31, the number of kings who resisted Joshua when he and the children of Israel took possession of the Promised Land.
On September 1st, 2011, Our Heavenly Father had me proclaim “Now is the time!” I wrote several blogs about this proclamation. I publicly stated my calling as “Treasurer”. Knowing how sensitive people are to those who have anything to do with finances, I was a little reluctant at first to make the proclamation. At any rate, I simply responded to Our Heavenly Father and wrote what HE commanded me to write.
On Monday, 1 year, 11 months and 11 days had elapsed since I made this proclamation. I wondered if anything noteworthy would transpire on that day or after that day had been fulfilled. Monday seemed like any other day other than the price of silver made a substantial move upward. Silver represents “redemption” in Scripture. It had been in a suppressed trading range for some time. The ransom money of our Census has silver as its base metal. It turns out that we had our largest registration for the Census occur on Monday.
On Monday morning, Our Heavenly Father put Habakkuk 3:4 on a Beloved Sister’s heart. She spent much time dwelling on this chapter. The focus was on “the brightness of HIS coming”:
4 His brightness was like the light;
He had rays flashing from His hand,
And there His power was hidden.
The prophet was praying about the lack among the people:
17 Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
On Tuesday, I was to attend a funeral of a man in the middle of the Pentecost revelation. When I awoke that morning, I was unable to do any work of any type. I was unable to focus, to start a project, … nothing. I never had that happen before. I even took a nap at lunchtime. What??? I went to the 2PM funeral service at a local church. The man was buried the day before in southwestern Oklahoma but the memorial service was set for Tuesday. The old man was buried on my watch date, the second day after he died of a sudden heart attack at the age of 68. Several men were asked to eulogize this man. The fifth man was his business partner. He brought up his Bible and read from Thessalonians first. He wanted to read a second passage. It was in Habakkuk Chapter 3. He had lost his marker so we were all waiting for him to turn to that passage. It seemed like “forever”. Then, the passage he read had little relevance to his eulogy. I was wondering why he even focused on this book and chapter. Now it is clear. Our Heavenly Father wanted to give me a second witness to “the brightness of His coming”. Until 6 PM on Tuesday, I could get nothing accomplished. Suddenly, things were back to normal. I learned of My Beloved Sister’s focus on Habakkuk Chapter 3 later that evening.
The anointing has broken down the resistance. Change is now at hand. The old man is dead and buried. The new man and the appointed anointing is at hand. Other signs have confirmed this. Many are at a personal level. Each day I remind myself that Love is my core reality. The adversary would have me believe otherwise. I continued to endure resistance knowing that in the end, Love prevails. Monday was a noteworthy day.
