FULLNESS

Luu Herrera

WATCH FOR YOUR TIME OF FULLNESS! FULLNESS is a “time word” that we must understand. Our lives are keyed around times of FULLNESS where in a moment everything we have been waiting for manifests and time changes. (Acts 17: 20-26). He predetermines our time and place so we can grab hold of our purpose. Faith, our response to the One who knit us together in our Mother’s womb, works from time and place. Billie Alexander sent me this picture of a beautiful full moon of Iyar tonight in San Diego—the fullness of the month of healing!!! Receiving and praying for many! “Who is this that looks down like the dawn, Fair and beautiful as the full moon, Clear and pure as the sun, As majestic as an army with banners?” Song of Solomon We learn His plan of FULLNESS for our life as we Shabbat, celebrate Firstfruits, and understand Feast Times, like Passover, Pentecost, and Feast of Tabernacles. Your days are timed in the earth realm. He made you to enjoy life and war as you press toward your times of FULLNESS.

2023-05-09 14:26:33

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