"What You Carry" Said The Angel ? Dr Theresa Phillips

WHAT DO YOU CARRY? THIS DREAM COULD CHANGE YOU! THIS ANGEL VISITED ME! Dr. Theresa Phillips

I awoke from a very tangible dream this morning. It wasn't a long dream but very tangible. I had been speaking in a church and afterward, I saw many buses picking up the people to take them back from where they came from. One man came up to me and said I hate you .... I looked at him and asked why?... He said I've known you all your life and now I don't know you at all.. I said I love you... He had his head down... I began to speak to him.. I began to share with him that its ok not to like what someone does Yet, it is still possible to love them... He asked me "Do you hate me?". I sad no I do not hate you... I 've loved you all my life... A Dear woman overheard the conversation came up to us and said: "May I say something?".

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I nodded... She looks at the man and said "You don't know her because you don't know that she carries the Presence of GOD...Because you don't know GOD.. The man bowed his head He once knew GOD... He said nothing and walked toward the bus... I wanted to run after him..But,... The woman then look at me and said "Many don't know The Presence of You Do." ( I was not sure if this was good or bad) She began to say to me "I am with You Every Day". She was my angel... She said "Look at what you wear. What do people see? What do people hear from you?.. They don't know how to react. Or to identify what you are." (I still didn't know if this was good or bad)... She was still looking at me and then said YOU CARRY THE PRESENCE.... I have been assigned to assist in this calling...We were now walking and talking together. I started to walk. Walk toward the busses filled with laughing people none of them knew I was near. Then one turned and looked at me and waved She knew me.. Others began to smile as well.. Yet some did not... I woke up with a heavy heart thinking about how I felt abandoned... Next to me to my right then at the foot of the bed stood this angel wearing a pink an black jacket. She said.. "Do You Dwell On The Pain? Or Will you Carry The Presence?"... Tears filled my eyes. Not tears of regret. But, tears of JOY... I felt loved I felt Chosen I felt Needed... My Mind flooded with these scriptures. His Word Was SpeakingThe Angel Ministered to me.. And my answer is Yes Lord Yes.

Psalm 27:10-14 Teach me Your way, O LORD, And lead me in a level path Because of my foes. Do not deliver me over to the desire of my adversaries, For false witnesses have risen against me, And such as breathe out violence. I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD.

Romans 8:28 And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.

2 Corinthians 4:9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;

Dr Theresa Phillips

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"The Scrolls Are Opened" Theresa Phillips

"The Scrolls Are Being Opened to the Ready Writer" 2009 Reprint

"My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."?Psalm 45:1

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While driving, I saw a flash in the sky. I looked up and saw a huge cloud shaped like a quill?I saw a perfect feather and tip...I was stunned. I was in awe. I began to think, I wonder, what the angels are writing? I wonder what is being written? Is a record being taken? What have I done? So much went through my mind at that moment. That is what happens when Holy Spirit is moving...you react.

The WORD was on my mind. Just words. I felt a slight panic. What is it, Lord?! Lots of thoughts flooded my mind with great anticipation, so I pressed in to that moment with great fervor.

"Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge Him..."?Hosea 6:3

Then I saw in the spirit, a high mountain. On the top of that mountain was a man dressed in clothes of long ago. I gasped..he is from the Ancient of Days! I just knew it. Who was he?

He was writing on parchment paper; he had a scroll. My heart leapt inside, and I knew something was being released.

He, the Lord, was speaking to me, "It IS time. Time, time, time, time...The scrolls of the ancient ones are being opened to the ready reader...scrolls of Law, Righteousness, and His total will and essence. Write, write, write, write!"

"When he takes the throne of his kingdom, he is to write for himself on a scroll a copy of this law, taken from that of the priests," (was he a priest I saw?) "who are Levites. It is to be with him, and he is to read it all the days of his life so that he may learn to revere the LORD his God and follow carefully all the words of this law and these decrees."?Deuteronomy 17:18-19

The Pens of Ready Writers are Going to Write as Never Before!

They will write:

? The words of plenty during famine. ? The words of hope during despair. ? The words of healing during mass illness. ? The words of grace during unease. ? The words of peace during battles. ? The words of love during times of hate.

Then I knew: the writer is being released. The prophetic writer, who will prophesy from the realms of Heaven, the word of Heaven?looking for that great and beautiful day. Even memories of the evangelist, speaking of that day of the coming of the Lord, will emerge...but they will be different. They will speak of glorious encounters with GOD.

Heaven to Earth, Heaven to Earth, Heaven to Earth, I saw the quill writing across the sky.

The Quill Turned Into a Paintbrush

"And He carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of Heaven from God."?Revelation 21:10

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As I continued to pray and press in to know HIM, to seek what He is doing, I saw the quill turn into a paintbrush (the sky was ablaze with magnificent color) and paint glorious star-studded skies and plush green grass and trees filled with all the seasons of the earth, all blooming at once. The scene was approachable and filled with light and the light became life?it was abundant!

"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handywork."?Psalm 19:1

Then I heard again, "It's time?TIME, TIME, TIME of the creative writer; TIME, TIME, TIME of painters of mighty words. Even in song, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE. Be a ready writer of the GOOD NEWS! The paintbrush will write across the heavens and declare the beauty of the Lord. Look up, O Church! Look Up, O lost! I will call upon the gifts of the artist in the days of darkness."

"...my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."?Psalm 45:1

Theresa Phillips

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