There is always a silence that comes after the awakening to God through miracles in the physical realm. Keep record of the amazing events in your life where you are touched by the supernatural. Those act of collecting those precious memories is referred to as "collecting stones". Not only do stones represent matter but they also represent the deposit of the blood of Christ. His blood mixed with water poured into the rocks. When Holiness touches matter, matter changes.
We collect stones to signify union and commitment in marriage. It's an everlasting vow made in the wedding ring. Likewise, God commits to us his everlasting love and expresses this truth when prayers are answered and the presence of the divine miracles appear in your path. This is a great gift. This is your substance of faith. These stones etched in your heart no man can take away.
When the doubters come and the loudest voice of doubt of all can often be raging in our own minds, these stones are your power to get you through. When doubt says, "This will never happen. Your prayers aren't going to be answered," pick up your stones of remembrance and speak louder back to that spirit of doubt, "God did it before and God will do it again."
The road can be lonely when you're following a guidance in your heart you know to be true without evidence, the world around you thinks you've gone mad and the object of your miracle appears to be as far away as possible from the outcome God has promised to you. If the stones are your only friend - you're in very good company.
Write your stones tonight:
Get out of a sheet of paper and go back through your life at everytime God answered your prayers. Write out these stories and give thanks to God for the good work he's done in your journey and all of the blessings he has gifted to you. Remind God that you trust him and in speaking this outloud you are reminding your own ego of the same.
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Poem by J:
I walked through hell and it followed me away
trying to pull me back into the pain of yesterday
Then an angel led me up the stone steps
There I remembered the promise God has blessed
I stood at the top and looked at the river below
As a voice whispered, "My child you have grown."
Through then wilderness I was trapped in the valley of death
I battled in prayer with oceans of tears.. I wept...
"Father why have you forsaken me?" I cried to a silent sky
I wrote journals of the stones that covered me where I'd die
Remembering His goodness, I surrendered to his will
And left my heart bleeding on the twin rocks of Malibu's hill
He carried me to Austin where I landed in bee cave
Then a voice inside the rocks said, "My child you are safe."
I know I will see the Glory of the Lord, on the Lord here I wait
For in these stones lies the blood that gifted me this faith..
Now the tables are turning and never again will I be bitten by the snake
Nor will I be an object for the principals of lust
I looked at the sky and there I remembered the sacred script
This is the good part, I've arrived at the scene where God's daughter gets her wish..
Goodnight my loves - I pray you sleep in the perfect peace of Christ and your hearts are not troubled tonight. I pray you think upon the lovely stones you've collected and know that you are never alone on this journey and your faith will be rewarded.