Call For The Wailing Women

Forgive Us Father

Medium:  Oil on Canvas

Artist: Candace Huffmaster

 

 

Jeremiah 9:17, 20

This is what the Lord Almighty says: “Consider now! Call for the wailing women to come; send for the most skillful of them.

Now, O women, hear the word of Lord; open your ears to the words of his mouth.  Teach your daughters how to wail; teach one another a lament.

In these passages I could see these women passionately pleading to and for the dead in spirit.  They knew the heartbreak of our father and were using their weeping and wailing as both a siren of warning and an outcry for mercy. 

There are periods in my life when I treat my relationship with the Lord so casually, not to mention my responsibilities as a follower of Christ.  There is a lost, weak world he is trying desperately to awaken and bring home.  Can you imagine if he decided not to be merciful and patient?  Until that final day comes, my prayer is that he will continue to strengthen his spirit in us all so that we will have the heart to hear his words, to cry out for the lost and his guidance in leading us all home.

©2005, Candace Huffmaster, All Rights Reserved

 

 

Conversation With My Dad

Journal Entry: Monday October 10, 2011

Good Morning Daddy,

I Love you so very much and I praise your holy, lovely and pure nature ~ You ARE my Dad, I have your DNA now, all of me!  I ask to be renewed into the exact representation of your image.

Because of Christ your son, who asked to marry me so that we could be united – I ask for you to Father me as your daughter.  I ask that the Spirit teach me, mold me, make me into the perfectly submissive wife that would bring Him honor and glory as well as bring you pleasure.

I know I am not a widow or an orphan – I am a bride and a daughter and your holy presence will never leave me nor forsake me.

It seems very hard to do this without you here in the flesh, yet a blessing that you are here within flesh.  I hear others speak of the ease of navigating through this life and I wonder… about many things.  You never said it would be easy, you did say we would have sweat less victory and that I know and obtain in abundance – but ease, without tribulation, without grieving for what others do not have – there is nothing of lightness in my midst where that is concerned.  I know your spirit is grieving and I care, I pray, I go, I speak all for the sake of your spirit to be allowed easement.

I had someone tell me they heard lamenting in my voice while we were conversing.  We were speaking because I was seeking clarity and discernment before entering into conversation in regard to a grievous situation in which there is wisdom and discernment that needs to be given a voice.  My perception of her tone and timing was as though she did not understand that we are to be warning, giving wisdom and indeed lamenting when the spirit is being  held out of its place of counsel.

You request for us to call for the wailing women – to teach our daughters to cry out, to knock on their doors in warning, to extend the gift of wisdom then to woe or lament over the dust that will cover them when we must walk away announcing your Kingdom is at hand.

God I pray for those you Love and the ones that Christ came to save not losing one of them.   I request that as I read this aloud, the angels take charge to fight the spirits headed in to sabotage all the good you have in store for them. And I request that the winds of your truth rip the veils so that they may see a glimpse of you this day, to hear you and not harden their hearts as they did in the past, to turn from the path that they are on – to have restoration with you and finally…This Day have rest for their souls.

These are the thoughts of my mind, the outpour of my heart and the desire of your heart.  In a mighty visible miraculous display Come Lord Jesus Come -

And your bride says Amen,

Kisses ~C

Today, write to them my story; it’s the story of a king

He Loved the people of His nation; those He held under wing

They grew from their experience, they wandered from His care

They followed those who would hurt them

Then they hid from the love the love that I share

They sit behind walls of anger boasting to drown out my call

I send many to find them, but the advocate of evil tells them lies

Too afraid to walk into vision, too weak to take the first step

They sit and take what is offered, they lye down never having sweet rest

They see the search light continue, day after hopeless day

After the darkness a new one rises, by mid morning their will to leave flails

Tell them to stop all the anger

Tell them to drop to their knees

Tell them to remember their father

Tell them to BELIEVE in their King

Tell them I’m forever faithful, whether their attempt succeeds or daily fails

Tell them I desire each of them, to be broken from the chains of defeat

Tell them I will never stop coming, no matter how many messengers they ignore

Tell them I will never have them save them, Christ alone bore their burden and shame

They are not going to harm them, but I will also not allow others to be destroyed

They must sit long enough to be humbled;they must feel helpless and need to receive love

Not the feelings that build ego, but the truth which will force the lie out

Then they will never return there, because that peace will be bound out of love

Tell them to rise up and call me

Tell them to stand till I come

Tell them to set their eyes on THIS vision

Tell them to not replace this view:

If they fill their minds with other pictures – the ones they have already seen

They will not recognize my presence; like an abstract which must come into view

I have already painted the picture; their mind simply is yet to perceive

All things have been place on the canvas

All the chapters have been written word for word

Their story already has an ending

The illustrations of their days alongside

My Spirit narrates to the listeners

The binding and the spine is Jesus Christ

I am the author and the owner

The deceiver has no copy right

Do not add to the image….

Do not withhold any word…

I reserve the Rights to My Story

As you know the whole story will be told!

 

I know this is my part and my portion; I will be faithful to your hearts desire

I am the bride of my master; a bond servant desiring to stay

Because of my true love toward Him, forever in Him and He in me

There is no where for me to now travel, I am Home where I will eternally BE!

Please Change Your Mind

Today simply read the words of Job, Chapter 6 posted below, to these men.  Job has realized that their actions do not align with the compassion that a friend should have - so he begs them to reconsider their stance.  Have you ever had someone do that to you....beg you to see from their point of view so that you would not be so harsh on them? Sometimes people just need compassion, gentleness and Christ needs a vessel whom He can trust to stand in the gap for Him.  Think about it, write about it, share your thoughts. 

I pray each of us see ourselves very clearly today and be transformed by what we understand.
With Love,
Candace

Job 6
Then Job replied to his friends,  “If only my grief could be weighed, if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it, then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas. I spoke carelessly because the arrows of the Almighty have found their target in me, and my spirit is drinking their poison. God’s terrors line up in battle against me. 

“Does a wild donkey bray when it’s eating grass, or does an ox make a sound over its hay? Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there any flavor in the white of an egg? I refuse to touch such things. They are disgusting to me. “How I wish that my prayer would be answered—that God would give me what I’m hoping for, that God would finally be willing to crush me, that he would reach out to cut me off. Then I would still have comfort. I would be happy despite my endless pain, because I have not rejected the words of the Holy One. What strength do I have left that I can go on hoping? What goal do I have that I would want to prolong my life? Do I have the strength of rocks? Does my body have the strength of bronze? Am I not completely helpless? Haven’t my skills been taken away from me?  You Have Not Treated Me Like True Friends "A friend should treat a troubled person kindly, even if he abandons the fear of the Almighty.

My brothers have been as deceptive as seasonal rivers, like the seasonal riverbeds that flood. They are dark with ice. They are hidden by snow. They vanish during a scorching summer. In the heat their riverbeds dry up. They change their course. They go into a wasteland and disappear. Caravans from Tema look for them. Travelers from Sheba search for them. They are ashamed because they relied on the streams. Arriving there, they are disappointed.  “So you are as unreliable to me as they are. You see something terrifying, and you are afraid. Did I ever say, ‘Give me a gift,’ or ‘Offer me a bribe from your wealth,’ or ‘Rescue me from an enemy,’ or ‘Ransom me from a tyrant’? Teach me, and I’ll be silent. Show me where I’ve been wrong. How painful an honest discussion can be! In correcting me, you correct yourselves! Do you think my words need correction? Do you think they’re what a desperate person says to the wind? Would you also throw dice for an orphan? Would you buy and sell your friend?  “But now, if you’re willing, look at me. I won’t lie to your face.
Please change your mind. Don’t permit any injustice. Change your mind because I am still right about this! Is there injustice on my tongue, or is my mouth unable to tell the difference between right and wrong?