Mississippi Mercy

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Day 11

Meeting 28 - 7:00 PM, Harriet Island, Minneapolis, Minnesota

We had proclaimed long before the journey began that God was up to something in the heart of America. Mississippi Mercy in our estimation was paramount to a massive air assault preparing the way for a move of mercy.

On the heels of Mississippi Mercy, D-Day in Normandy, Missouri with Dutch Sheets. End-tIme Handmaidens World Convention and the Franklin Graham Rock the River Initiative.

We met on the grounds where rock the river will gather in a few short weeks. The weather was perfect, the hearts were tender, worship was wonderful, and the sound glorious.

As we pressed in together and sang Amazing Grace, a woman whose father had died recently was passing by and taken by the music, and gave her heart to the Lord. We felt it was a first fruit offering for many salvations, mercy is falling like the sweet spring rain. Day 11 May 21, 2009

Meeting 29 - Sauk Rapids, Minnesota

This was another site that we had visited on the River Flush journey two years before. We were blessed to have a state representative with us this day, and a group of very well trained young prophetic people.

As the drums were released and the worship arose it was tribal indeed! This was one warring group of people. There were many things that we did at each stop along the journey that took on very different characteristics from region to region; near the end of each gathering we would call people from that territory to prophesy over the next seven generations. Making declaration, proclamation and decree over what would and wouldn’t be. This proved to be a very powerful segment at this location. Meeting 30 2:00 PM Lake Itasca, Minnesota • Headwaters of the Mississippi River

It was more than wonderful to see our precious friends from Mississippi, Billy Joe and Ruthie Young, and Buck Yurl, who had driven all this way to be with us at the headwaters. Also our friends from Ohio Bob and Elizabeth Burns had come to meet us at the headwaters. The Lord had told me that with the silencing of each beating heart through abortion the heart of America had grown far from His and that the purpose for worshipping drums up the river was to realign the rhythm of America’s heart to His. He said the drums would be in essence a defibrillator in this alignment process.

A beautiful large topographical relief of the Mississippi River approximately 20’ in length is located at the visitors center. And on the wall just behind it hung a heart defibrillator. I almost fell over. I have seen a fire extinguisher on walls before bur never a heart defibrillator. God You are awesome!

The headwaters are very narrow approximately 30’ across as the flow over a rock water fall from Lake Itasca. There were maybe 70-100 people who had come to join us, but my eye was drawn to couple on the other side of the headwaters sitting in lawn chairs. Who were they and why were they here?

Come to find out they had been coming regularly for weeks to prepare the way for us. Mighty is our God and precious are His people. My heart was overwhelmed when I found that out.

The Lord was faithful and the worship was wonderful at the headwaters but now it was time to release the “12 Red Bowls” A young man had called me before the journey began and said that he had a vision of 12 Red Bowls representing the prayers of the saints being released from the headwaters of the Mississippi River, but he didn’t how to accomplish it, I told him I was headed that way and I would help him fulfill that vision.

A precious sister purchased 12 Red Bowls and gave them to me, we sat them out at almost every stop so they could record the worship and intercession, sort of like witness stones, we had received offerings in them, used them as drums, and now it was time for their journey down the river. A wonderful brother Tom Gibson who had been such a great blessing to us in Minnesota said that we needed to pour out their intercession before we sent them on their journey so we did.

At every gathering up the river we had everyone touch the bowls so that traces of their DNA were on them so if CSI ever needed to they could prove that we were all guilty of releasing Mississippi Mercy.

Then something pretty cool happened, I wanted everyone to proclaim over the next seven generations as we were holding the bowls as families but we had many more bowls and the Lord said, ”The lids were witnesses also.” Hallelujah, I didn’t even count them as witnesses, but He did! Just like others I have discounted, but he hasn’t! Just like the unborn our government has discounted, but He hasn’t!