Alice, what you posted today fits right in with what Frank, (my husband) told me last night.
Actually, there are several different things I can share.
First, an old prophecy, "I am the God of the deserts and the dry places. There you will know I am God but you will not feel me."
Frank told me, personally, that "you have a ministry of sharing and impartation. You will have to go through many painful things so that you can minister to those who suffer. You will share their sufferings and pain and you will reach out through your own pain to touch them and comfort them with the comfort you have received."
And as for the church, God showed him two different visions. First, he saw a beautiful golden field. At first, it appeared to be a field of wheat, but upon closer inspection it was a mixture of wheat and different kinds of weeds. Some were poisonous, some were just not edible, and others were harmless. All were harvested together and made into a loaf of bread. It looked like bread, it tasted somewhat like bread, but it was not pure bread. Parts of the loaf were poisonous. Parts were not digestible. Parts were not harmful, but were not helpful. And part of the loaf fed the body. The loaf is what the church has to feed the world. God is beginning to blow on the loaf, and will continue to blow until the bread is pure bread. Then there will be bread again in the house of the Lord.
Think of the Mississippi river that, in Minnesota, is 10 inches wide and in New Orleans is very wide. Traditionally, the church has tried to flow from Minnesota to New Orleans, with the current. This is not what God wants. Now, look at the vision and see many fellowships, loosely linked, spreading from shore to shore at New Orleans. Look up the middle fo the river. There is a plumb line running straight up the middle. That's where true fellowships should be. There are many on the right side who mean well. There are many on the left who appear godly but do not mean well. We push up the river, upstream, against the current. As the banks narrow, fellowships are cut off on the right hand and on the left. This continues as the church forces its way against he current as the river narrows, the pressure increases. Things move faster. Fellowships are pressed, agitated, and compressed. They roil against each other and with each other. This goes on until Minnesota, where the dross is gone. This speaks of the final bride. Who will be there? Will we be there? The water here is pure silver. It shines with the radiant glory of the Risen Lamb. It is too beautiful to look at. It is the bride of Christ.
Frank also wants me to add: "I saw many fellowships scraped off on the left and on the right. It is my hope that many will see the plumb line and squeeze into the middle, following the plumb. I don't believe this is an elitist vision for a few, though I know it is not for all.
My heart is broken over these two visions, for in one God's people are robbed of bread, and in another, robbed of life. Be brave enough to stand in the gap, and pray that I will be brave enough, too."
Till Shiloh come!