7/8 – Day 17: Scotland North to South

I woke up at 6am from an SMS sent by Trudy who saw a white sheet from Heaven whit 4 angels pegging it down in the corners. She felt it refers to protection and that the Lord will send people like Paul and the Macedonians. I had seen the white sheet with the 4 angels in a vision I had in Upernavik, Greenland. In that context the sheet was covering the work God was doing in me following an earnest prayer for more of Him. It had something to do with cleansing and intimacy. I had that vision on the day before I got sick...

Trudy’s sms again reminded me of the kisses He said he wanted at the edges. I read the bit about Paul and the Macedonians in Acts and concluded that I would have to make some moves in order to find these believers. I went and spoke to the B&B lady about the churches in the area and if she knew of any-one who prayed. She briefly explained the difference between the Church of Scotland and the Free Presbyterians, said no-one was praying and literally closed the kitchen door in my face saying she needed to brush her hair.

I went back to my room and wondered. Then I got and SMS from my mother with the answer to my SMS of last night that my father found for me. Nelia also had to be involved and finally I had the telephone nr for the Scottish prayer network. I called them and found a Jean Black who seems to know every intercessor in Scotland. On hearing my story and thinking minute she decided that Yolanda Oosthuizen, a South African YWAMer close to Glasgow was my best bet. She gave me her number and I called Yolanda. After only hearing a brief explanation of who I am she agreed that I can see her this evening. She also invited me to sleep over at her place. They live close to Troon from where my ferry to Ireland departs tomorrow.

Relieved that I found the prayed for believers I sent the SMS to Nelia to bulk, packed and greeted the B&B couple after receiving some advice on the best road to Glasgow. I didn’t really look where I was the night before when I found the B&B and to my surprise I discovered I had been sleeping at the ‘base’ of a little land-horn called Starthy Point in the middle of the north coast. It sticks out almost as far north as Cape Wrath – the North Western corner of Scotland. I did not really know what to do, because I felt that the Lord was not quite done with the kisses at the edges yet, but there was not really enough time to continue on towards Cape Wrath.

To go to Glasgow I had to turn left but I found myself turning right towards Cape Wrath. Still wondering about my destination as I accelerated up the hill I passed the turn-off to Starthy Point. The Spirit stopped me and made me turn around and enter towards Starthy Point. To my disappointment the car-path stopped quite soon and there was a sign to say you’re welcome to walk further but no cars past that point. It looked like at least another kilometre to the Point. Not having time to walk I turned the car to go, but then the Spirit stopped me again. I parked the car – the only one there and got out to walk.

The sun came out, the sheep trotted closer for their poster moments, the flowers arranger themselves poetically, the lighthouse stood out stoically, path curved artistically around the supernaturally green hills with their shocking sudden endings into nothing-like cliffs.

And Jesus came and walked with me – I thought I was in heaven. When I sat close to the tip of this little land finger sticking into the blue looking at the waves licking a stone arch below my heart felt as if it was bursting in every direction. I always cry when I see Him, he doesn’t like that very much I think. We just sat there and looked, and shared this awesome Love. And then He said something that went deep into my heart – that He had been waiting since the foundation of the Earth for this moment with me in this place. He had me in mind when He spoke this place into being. He loves me.

I was so thankful to be able to be there, and I thought of everyone that contributed in some way to make it possible for me to sit there and Kiss our creator in that place. And I realised that I was doing it for all of you, and that all of you have some part in it. Just as your prayers pick me up to stand, the reward for standing is for all. So please receive this Kiss from Jesus, the Lover of your soul. He has been waiting since the foundation of the earth for you to look him in the eye right now, and love him.

When I had to pick up the stone I had trouble because the whole mountain wanted to come. So from all the red and black and pink stones there I chose a little one that will not stand out in Jerusalem, and I told the others they are represented. Scotland is really ready for the Sons of God.

The 6hour drive from there to Glasgow was a time of healing and restoration! I listened to my Ipod and sang aloud all the way. Few things heal like sustained worship. His presence remained with me all the way.

I arrived at Yolanda’s house before 7pm and met Mariette, her roommate. They are both South African YWAMers that have been here for very long – long enough that they both have British Citizenship. Sanna in the Faeroes had told about Marriette, so her fame as prayer warrior is known far and wide.

It was wonderful to speak Afrikaans and I felt at home right away. I submitted the vision and the mission to them as representatives of the Scottish church. They shared some interesting connections between this action and what the Lord told them and others to do in the 1990s.
When they prayed for me the same humbling honour that the Lord brought forth before came up again. It is so strange to be part of this sometimes. The Spirit in me honours the Priests of God in a nation and then the Priests honour the Spirit in me, but I receive the blessing. When they start talking about what they see in me I know it is Him, but by their words they somehow help me to be in Jesus as Jesus is in the Father.

Now to bed – tomorrow Ireland. Please pray for the connections there too!