Yes, the Lord does desire to open a new portal between heaven and earth in this valley, as we desire, and hope and dream.

He wants His river to flow. A new portal, a new fount, fresh from the heavens.

He sees this thirsty land. His promise is not forgotten.

He will not open a stagnant pool. He will not send water into a tributary that has flown before. He will not mix the streams.

He will seek a path that has never held a stream.

He will require pioneers to go, and risk. Break ground, and create.

He is looking for those who want the water so badly

That they are willing to pierce the heavens with their cries.

They are willing to look foolish.

They are willing to risk embarrassment

They are willing to step out at His command.

Yet they must be those who know His strength

Who know their own weakness.

Who know that in their weakness, His strength comes forth.

Those who do not look for success as success has been measured in the past.

Those who look to the cross, and are willing to go there

First, maybe forever, and never inherit the prize in this life.

Those who know the cross is costing everything.

There will be a people who will surrender to the hand of God.

Who will go again to the cross and lay down their lives.

It has been said that life goes on…

long after the thrill of living is gone.

There will be those who will make the surrender of the things of this world…count for something.

It comes to us all, life’s humbling; life’s sorrow.

yet few make it count.

There will be those who wait for the Lord

And yet go boldly at His command

Who go not in their own strength, nor their timing

But who will let God be glorified.

Make no mistake. No one shall take any glory for the flow

That floods this valley.

No hand shall touch this work He will do

No lips shall utter conceit

But the Lord alone shall move.

And yielded vessels, first poured out

And long empty

Crushed, broken. Shards of clay,

Will at last be resurrected

And filled with His glory

The pure stream, the water of life

For a dying land.

For the Kingdom of heaven to touch the earth,

Such vessels are required.

Such need and suffering, such willing crucifixion must exist

Few are they who find the narrow path

But doubt it not, there shall be a pure stream

There shall be a pure stream

The sound of many waters

Not one voice, but many. Not many voices, but one.

The blending of voices glorifying the King

A sea of faces, none distinguishable

A cry that goes up to heaven

Out of the ashes, a fount will spring up

A well spring in the desert will begin to flow

When you find the peace that passes all understanding

When you and He are all alone