Yesterday when my friend and I were praying together, she prayed something about submitting to God's molding and shaping us. I got such a strong picture in my mind of God taking the shape that He's molded us into, and completely destroying that shape, making it into a round ball of clay. We were still who we are, but He is shaping us into something new - a new shape. I was seeing it as an individual thing, but then I thought perhaps it is the church. Maybe He's taking each individual form and shaping us together into a new form. That is exciting, if that's what it means. He says His Body will be without spot or wrinkle, and we know that His Body is all of us together collectively. Possibly this body is the manifested sons of God!
Here's one response from a friend. "How exciting. Think, sealed with the spirit of promise, our new name.....the fulness of the tree is embodied in the seed.... His desire is to get us use to being who we are in the ages to come. A new creation people with new hearts and new minds. wooohooo !"

The River Is Rising

5-29-12 from Sharon Seidel’s Journal.

After quite a long time of holy laughter, I saw the waters stirring. I know there is healing in the waters. This makes quite a few times I’ve seen this in the spirit. Then the Lord gave me this word for Jubilee.

Yes, I am stirring the waters for those who need healing. In fact the waters are rising, filling up Jubilee.  And those who are needy, who are hungry, who need deliverance, who desire to experience all of Me, come. Come with a heavy heart and I will give you peace and joy. Come with a light heart and together we will soar. Come with a pure heart and I’ll show you the Kingdom. I’ll show you the things you’ve longed to see. I’ll open up the windows of heaven and pour out a blessing. I’ll pour out my healing oil, I’ll pour out streams of gold and silver and precious jewels. I’ll pour out secrets of the Kingdom and those who reach for them will learn the secret things.

What is it you want? Reach up and take of the living waters pouring out to you. Reach out and gather in all I’ve stored up for you. It’s all here for you to take. What is the desire of your heart? It’s here! The heavens have opened and are pouring out blessings, pouring out healing, pouring out miracles, pouring out liquid love, pouring out joy and laughter, pouring out dancing shoes, pouring out new songs, pouring out visions, pouring out provision, pouring out jobs – whatever you need, whatever you desire, come into the River; for I’m pouring out My Kingdom into the River.

And the river is rising at Jubilee. It is no small thing that is happening there, but the beginning of the outpouring of My Spirit. Soon, more and more people will be drawn into the River. Those who are desperate, those whose hearts have been crying out to me, soon there will be a stampede of people trying to get into the River and under the waterfall of My outpouring. Some will come and never leave. Others will carry their containers to take River water and the outpouring of blessings with them. There is healing in the River and there is love in the River. And there is joy in the River, for in My presence is fullness of joy. Many will come just to soak and to play, just to be in My presence.

Look not on the outward. Look with the eyes of your spirit, and you will see what I am doing. And I invite you to join Me. Come splash and play with me in the River. Whatever you need you will receive in the River.

This is but the beginning, for when the doors open, the water will flow out into the parking lot, into the street. And My Spirit will be loosed everywhere! It is only the beginning. For the whole earth will know I AM God and that I will not have any other gods before Me. I AM God and all shall see My might and strength and power and know My love. My love will sweep many off their feet, even the ones who try to hang on and remain upright. My love will reign victorious. My love conquers.

See the River rising. Learn to flow with the River. Become one with the River, move with it; don’t resist it. For as it flows you will go places you’ve never been, see things you’ve never seen, reach people you didn’t know existed. And out of this your boundaries will be enlarged, your heart will be enlarged to receive multitudes into the Kingdom. It is no small work still to be done, but it will be a quick work. So come, jump in, shake off the fear. Let it be washed away in the River. Come, rejoice, float, swim, and play in the River.

3rd Word from Journal 5-23-12

Word from Sharon Seidel’s Journal 5-23-12

Remember that word tonight about my blowing upon people and changing them. Keep the words, the vision before you. Speak the vision. Praise Me for the miraculous return of my wounded warriors. It has been spoken to other prophetic people also. Pray and intercede for the wounded Christians of all denominations. Call forth the dry bones. Awake. Rise up, you who sleep and slumber, who are dry and thirsty and bone weary. You are not dead, only mostly dead.

I am now blowing upon you, breathing life back into you. You will arise triumphant. You’ve known light and you’ve known darkness. And you will shake off your slumber, you will shake off the darkness. Those in darkness will see a great light! It will start as a pinpoint, a sliver of light and as the moon gets bigger until it is the full moon, chasing away all darkness in its sphere. So shall My people, who are called by My Name, increase until they are completely full, completely mature, shining like the full moon. Except their light will be much greater, for they will be filled with the fullness of the Godhead bodily, with no darkness, only light shining fully bright, full of the glory of the Lord. This is My creation, My people!

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I believe we are to call them forth out of the dark places they are in.



Come forth, all you who are weary and heavy laden, who are wounded and hiding in darkness. Come forth out of the hiding places. Come out into the light of the glory of God! Lower the strong shields and walls around your heart so the light can once again shine in upon you and warm your heart, heal your heart, and breathe life back into you. Come forth! Now is the time. Listen for the sound of the trumpet that is blowing, calling you to come.

Prophetic Words from Journal 5-23-12

5-23-12  - Prophetic Training 201 Week 1 – Words given to Sharon Seidel in Journal

1^st Word:

See, did I not tell you that your children are on My radar? When I do a thing, it is not a little human thing, but an eternal spiritual thing so far above what you asked for - that desire of your heart – that you could never have fathomed it.

Get this – take it in. It is My desire to bless your socks off, to blow the roof of your natural mind, even as a tornado might blow the roof off a house. That is how powerful My answers to your prayers are.

Never doubt My ability or My desire to give you way and above – to infinity and beyond – what you need, what you desire, or what you’ve never even thought of. Never doubt My ability to change you or transform you – to change your heart and mind – even to change those parts of your soul that you think can’t be changed.

2^nd Word:

I am doing a deeper work in the hearts of My children than has ever been done before, even in the early days of My church. For it is the time – the time for My children to emerge as the manifested sons of God. And to do this, they need to be changed. As they submit themselves to Me to undergo this change, when it comes from a sincere place in their hearts, when their desire is only to be like Me, to carry My pure heart of love to the world, then this will be a quick work – even as I say in My Word “In a twinkling of an eye.” That phrase does not just refer to the rapture but what I’m doing here and now.

As I said in the first word, it will be powerful – it will come line upon line – so rapidly like a wind knocking down first one house, then another, then another – like they’re all in one line or one row. I will destroy all those structures that are not Me – blow them down, destroy them, and even blow away the debris. And the changes will be everlasting!

It's Been a Long Time...

Wow! Here it is June 13, 2012! It's been a long time since I've posted anything. God's doing great and mighty things in me: I've conquered fears, overcome shortcomings, and I'm hearing words from God regularly again. I went through a "lull" for awhile. I'm going to post some of these words here, soon. Just wanted to say "Hi, I'm still alive and praising God!"

Changing Our Minds...Changing My Mind

I’m notorious in my family for changing my mind! After all, it is a woman’s prerogative, right? If I decide to take one course of action (doing something, buying something, etc.), invariably I’ll decide I should choose another. By the time I act, I’ve changed my mind more than once, and it’s a surprise what I end up doing! During this process, after I’ve exhausted my mind, just to give myself peace, I decide “When the time comes to act, whatever I end up doing is how it will be.”

Changing our minds can be either a good thing or a bad thing. I want to talk about changing our minds for our own good.

Romans 12:2 says, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable perfect will of God.”

Wow, I’ve just this minute figured out that I can change my mind! I CAN CHANGE MY MIND! I can change my mind-set about everything! I’ve practiced and practiced and am now an expert at changing my mind. Now I can put it to good use.

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I started this article over a month ago, but didn’t know exactly how to finish it. I made the conscious decision to start believing what God’s Word says, rather than to believe what my mind tells me. I decided what I was thinking and believing wasn’t working very well in my life. Well, duh! Once it hit me that I can really and truly change my mind and mind-set about how I think, I was off and running. Amazing things have been happening to me since I figured out I can change my mind!

The most amazing or impacting for me is how my mind has changed about myself. My whole entire life I’ve thought, “I hate myself”, “I don’t like myself.” “I wish I wasn’t the way I am.” I’ve walked in frequent periods of depression and hopelessness. I’ve berated and hated how I am, how I talk, how I act. And God’s Word of, “Love your neighbor as you love yourself” … more condemnation! How can I love anyone if I don’t love myself?

In the last week or so, I’ve found the thought going through my mind, “It really doesn’t matter.” Or, “It just doesn’t matter.” This has been in response to my actions, after I’ve talked too long, or too much, or done something embarrassing, or just acted in a way that, in my mind, made me look stupid. And as I kept saying it, it finally registered to my mind and spirit that it really doesn’t matter! I am who I am, and I like who I am. WHAT WAS THAT? Did I just think that? Really? Wow! Now I find myself saying out loud “I love myself. I love who I am in Jesus. I love how I think and process things. I love who I really am. I may not like how my words come out haltingly when I talk, but I accept that it just doesn’t matter, because it’s “what’s inside” me that counts!

Wow! Jesus just set this captive free! It is truly a miracle, a supernatural sign and wonder in my long life! Thank you Jesus! There are endless possibilities before me now…

Wilbur T. Cornfield - The Swallow Who Spit by Harlas Seidel

Wilbur T. Cornfield: It was a fine name my parents gave me, and I know they were so proud on the day I was hatched. I was just a tiny featherless body with feet and a beak, but I guess that’s how all swallows look when they claw and peck their way out of the confines of their eggs.

Mom said that I was born with my mouth open and hungry all the time. She and Dad kept busy finding bits of food and flying back to stuff it into the mouths of their seven swallow babies. The interesting thing was that Rufus, Ralph, Rachael, Randy, Ruthie and Rasputin all obediently swallowed their food like good little swallows, but every once in awhile I felt this compelling urge to spit, instead of swallow. There was no reason; the food was okay, and I was hungry, but I just spit it out. Ralph was the biggest, and he generally got the food on the floor of the nest.

Mom and Dad caught me one time, and they lectured me pretty good. You know, “We work hard for our food. You’re being rebellious.” … and the ultimate, “Swallows are starving in China,” … or India, or some place.

Now, you and I both know that swallows are supposed to swallow, not spit. Well, maybe I was a little bit rebellious, but I wasn’t stupid. From then on, I tried to spit when no one else was looking. I would cover my beak with my featherless wing and spit as quietly as possible.

Ruthie was such a tattletale. And she watched me like a hawk, not a swallow.
“Wilbur’s been spitting again,” she’d say when Mom or Dad would light on the edge of the nest. I swear, she would rather tell on me than eat, and that’s saying a lot for a baby swallow.

I got into a lot of trouble growing up, but my feathers were growing pretty fast, and I was getting better at hiding my actions.

When the day finally came for us to leave the nest, I was more than ready. Mom and Dad woke us early one morning. “Time to try your wings, kids.” For days we had been jumping up on the lip of the nest and flapping our wings like we really would leap out to what we were sure would be certain death. Ralph almost fell one time. Rasputin and Randy beaked him just in time and pulled him back to the safety of the nest.

That morning there was to be no turning back. With their strong wings they forced Rachael up to the edge and over. The rest of us couldn’t see, but Mom took off with her and a couple minutes later Rachael landed on a branch above the nest. I knew they were going alphabetically and for once I was grateful that my name was Wilbur, instead of Andrew or Axel or something. Ralph was next, and he made it to the branch Rachael was on. Randy and Rasputin followed, flying and landing successfully. Rufus tried to hide, but let me tell you, a nest is not a good place for hide-and-seek. Boy was I glad to see Ruthie go over the edge: she was such a little snert!

Soon, my six siblings were perched on the branch above the nest. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t know if I was ready. Dad hopped toward me, and I don’t know what came over me. I started spitting uncontrollably.

“Wilbur!” I heard Mom say. “Now stop that! You’re a Cornfield and Cornfield’s don’t spit.”

I felt Dad’s strong wings pressing against me, and I think he pecked me, too. I was still spitting when I plunged over the edge of the nest. It was about 30 feet down, as the crow flies; but I wasn’t a crow, and at that particular moment, I wasn’t flying, either. The last thing I remembered was Ruthie yelling at Mom. “Wilbur’s spitting! Wilbur’s spitting!”

I don’t know how long I lay on the ground, but when I woke up and looked around, they were all gone: Mom, Dad, Rachael, Ralph, Randy, Rasputin, Rufus and Ruthie. I wiggled my feet, legs, neck and wings. Nothing was broken, but I was still pretty woozy. I hopped around a little and made some swallow sounds to let Mom and Dad know I was okay, and I was hungry. But they didn’t come.

I was very sorry for my rebellion then, and I swore to myself that if they would only come back for me, I would never ever spit again.

About that time, I heard a familiar flapping of wings. Suddenly Mom was there beside me, and I knew I would be safe. She fed me a morsel of food and told me that she loved me. I told her I would never spit again, and I was sorry for my rebellion.

I guess this is about the end of my story. Mom and I hopped over to the edge of an embankment. She flew out and back a couple of times to show me how, and then she gently nudged me. I flapped my wings, and before you knew it, I was flying. We rejoined the family just in time to head off to Capistrano.

The moral of my story is, “Children, obey your parents. And stop spitting!”

Signed,
Wilbur T. Cornfield
Swallow

P. S. The T. stands for Truebird