He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark (Psalm 91:4, NASB).
A Vision during Prayer on September 9-10, 2006 For Jennifer Lynn Joy
God brought me to a forest like no other. The trees were tall with wispy evergreen branches; the sweet aroma of pine needles all around and running brooks chirping out songs of praise. The branches did not start two or three feet off the ground like most but at the base. As I followed the narrow path through the forest that I was literally going through. I asked God, “Where are you taking me?” He said, "Look ahead at another one of my daughters, watch and learn." I looked ahead and sure enough just visible along the path was a girl. Little in my eyes but I could see that this was her heart not her age. She carried a woven basket made of silk fabrics, filled with little crystal treasures. Along the path she jumped, skipped, danced, and leaped, stopping here and there. She would stop and pick something up and then keep going. I stopped and noticed, one she had not picked up along the way. I picked it up and saw a crystal, a stone that was solid, but had a clear side and a side covered by a mist. In the center it had a heart beat. I saw another and picked it up, its beat was different and its color was different, too. I asked God, "What are these?" He said, "These are my children. These are my treasures." I asked, “Father, why is she gathering them up?" He didn't respond but sent me forward, farther into the forest until I saw her again. Again she picked them up. I could see the tender and deep care she took with each one. Then I saw her lips moving as she was speaking to someone but I did not know whom. But I could see her picking up and this time placing down another, but the crystals had been transformed, changed.
I moved faster to look but the road forked and God said, "That way is not your way for now, come and see this way." As we continued along, I asked Him again, "Why is she gathering them up." He said, “To bless, to bless, to speak into their lives for a time and then send them out again on the path." We now entered a large clearing. The branches had become less dense. In the center was a crystal pool it was liquid in nature, but also hard, yet soft like a huge lambs rug on the floor, yet warm like a fire place, yet deep like the ocean, yet small but wide. Behind it stood a massive willow tree. Its lines where etched with silver. Each bark edged was embossed with silver and gold and its branches where wispy, yet strong durable, like steel. On its branches were leaves that were golden light and each vein was of copper. As the wind blew through the branches the leaves would fall off one by one straight into the pool. They were not taken by the wind. As they hit the pool they did not float, they did not sink in but become one with the pool, melting. From behind, the girl came with her basket full. The wind began to blow hard and the leaves began to fall and wrap themselves around her. As they moved faster from the pool came an eagle. A massive Eagle, beautiful, elegant trimmed with gold, and fire. It sat on her shoulder and began to converse with her. I could not understand. I so longed to hear what He was saying for his voice was comforting, the same one she spoke while walking along the path among the trees. The Eagle spoke of great and noble things, and one could sense its guiding touch. I asked God, “What are they saying?" He was silent, as if telling me He could not say, but that I too would have those moments. I looked into her basket this time, there were other things. As they talked she laid them by the pool: a staff, some of the crystals, a mantle, a book, cloak purple deep velvet, a sword, and much more, each object was laden with its own. The Eagle took the crystals she brought. Placing them in his beak he dived into the water, coming out, calling. Smaller birds came and took the crystals and left. I asked God, "What does this mean?" He spoke, "I am sending out more. I am pressing more out. I am turning more out. My Spirit is increasing and coming more, and I AM HERE! I am giving her more and yet it will be like the Eagle."
Jessica Wickham, San Dimas, California, USA
‘You yourselves have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles' wings, and brought you to Myself ' (Exodus 19:4, NASB).