Out of the Ashes

Sunday began a serious of revelations from the Lord for me. I share this, long as it is, because I don’t think I am the only one that needs to hear it. I was speaking at a church with an Italian pastor. He was delighted to introduce me, because he knew how to pronounce my name. He kept saying it over and over again. It flowed off his lips naturally.   He was saying it with the proper Italian pronunciation.   My family pronounces it the American way.   I thought to myself, “I don’t even know how to say my own name.”   The Lord spoke to me so clearly it was like a loud speaker: “I know your name!”   I heard the song by Israel, “He Knows My Name” I have a Maker, 
He formed my heart
 before even time began, 
my life was in his hands 
He knows my name
, he knows my every thought, 
he sees each tear that falls
, and hears me when I call 
I have a father,
he calls me his own, 
he'll never leave me 
no matter where I go He knows my name
, he knows my every thought
, he

Again, worship.  Yes, God has had this theme and topic on my heart for some time, over a year now.  I am learning the power of worship as prayer and intercession. I have experienced it in years past. In India during times of intense spiritual warfare and in America during the days when I was really sick and my doctor told me that I was dying, I learned the crushing victory over the enemy that comes through worship. Some of the stories I could share only reinforce in me the effective power of worship. Worship focuses our attention on God. It moves the atmosphere around us. It breaks the chains of the enemy. Worship drives away fear. Worship leaves no room for any one, but God to be exalted. Worship positions us to hear from the Lord. I believe that sometimes God uses worship to sift our minds of the things we are focusing on instead of Him. As we give Him worship, our focus becomes directed back towards God, and here with our eyes set on HIM, we are drawn to His presence. I