I was praying in tongues to the Father, not even knowing what to set my mind on. There is so much going on right now and all the little daily problems still exist on top of the big problems of COVID-19 and our current state of affairs. I got a glimpse of a field as I was thinking back on yesterday’s informational download of Jesus arriving and healing the demonic. At first I thought it had something to do with the fields, swine, or perhaps something more to the story. I focused on the fields and God and let Him reveal it in His time. This was not the strongest vision, but the tongues were in full power and sounding much different than normal so I knew He wanted to show me something.
It started as the first picture. A beautiful field of indigo, purple, lavender, and white flowers with large swaths of black rounded on either side. I waited and prayed. Sometimes the black recedes and reveals the whole vision. It didn’t this time no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on it. I only saw this strangely shaped field of brightness. Was it a wall between the dark and light? Was there importance to the shape? Why so much blackness and what do you mean by it Lord? I couldn’t help but think of my previous vision of the flower fields and wondered if the blackness was the shadow of the Lord, but still it did not reveal.
Then the vision changed and I saw a lily. The light of the field was in the shape of a Lily. At this point I’m still confused and still seeking. Lord, I know we are but a flower to you. A vapor that doesn’t last. I notice its a lily. And then I heard, “See the Lilies, how they neither toil nor spin…” God was patiently letting me see the lilies. Not the blackness in front and behind. Not the shapes or meanings or anything else. He wanted me to look at the lily in all its beauty and that He clothes it in majesty. We are His lilies in the field.
Then I saw the field again from above with movement above the flowers. Bees. Hornets. But I felt an assurance from God. The flowers are not harmed by His hornets. They thrive on them. What is death to others is life and continuance to us.
“And I will send hornets before you, which shall drive out the Hivite, the Canaanite, and the Hittite from before you.”
“Moreover, the LORD your God will send the hornet against them until all the survivors and those hiding from you have perished.”
And with that thought, I was looking closely at a flower again from below it, watching a bee fly above. Beautiful and deadly at the same time. Larger than life from the perspective of the flower. But harmless to the flower. And I cried at His great love and mercies for His flowers. We focus so much on the large swaths of darkness that surround us that we forget the protected beauty of the field. We don’t focus on God driving out the enemy from all around us and through our very midst. Praise be to our Lord Yehovah!
25 “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
28 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
31 “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”