A Call to The Harvest Fields (Part 1)
We ministered a couple weeks ago in
a mountainous area in Albany, New York. I am convinced the thick fog on that mountain was the Glory of God. My reason for that opinion is written below:
It was the season of spreading fertilizer (manure) on the fields there. The smell was strong, but I heard the Lord whisper, "That's the perfume of Harvest!" Bringing in the Harvest won't always be what we think it will look like or smell like. Often it's the hidden treasure God sees in the darkest
places of the earth - the broken, outcasts of society, God's treasures in prison and the homeless people on the streets. It's often our next door neighbor. Lord, give us Your compassion to go. Let them sense Your presence in us.
Dear Friends,
Thank you for your prayers for our health, protection and support as doors continue to open.
We love and appreciate you all,
Bill and Dagmar
