I have endeavored to be honest with you as to my writings. Today, there are figurative people in my head asking certain questions, so I wanted to address them before I shared today’s word from the Lord.
That is question number one. Does God the Father, the Lord Jesus, and Holy Spirit really talk to me that often? The answer is yes, and I’ll go one further, if I do not hear from Him every day, then something is off. It is His desire, in fact, to speak to us. He has said in His word that He will draw near the one who draws near to him, the one who seeks Him with all their heart and places Him first above all else. I have made Him a priority. I say that not out of pride but sincerity. I have certainly made my share of mistakes that kept me from hearing, and because of that, whatever I have to do, whatever I must give up so that I hear His voice (give up in time, entertainment, etc.), it is worth it to me. (Jas 4:8; Mt 6:33)
Does He really give you these random numbers? And what do they mean? He really does. I see a number almost every morning, and I simply ask what it means. I don’t write them down. The point is not to know the exact figure but to know that HE KNOWS the exact figure. He is precise and specific and aware of everyone and everything. As to “why me,” I can only suggest that is because I treasure them. They mean something to me, and the Word says when you value what He values, He will share more of His heart with you, and that is my only goal—to grow closer to Him.
Which brings me to the last question. How do you hear Him speaking? I always tell people He is that thought you had which you tossed out because it seemed to come out of nowhere. To Elijah, He was the “still small voice” and not the fire or the earthquake. (1Ki 19:12) He isn’t going to shout at you. You must practice listening. I learned to listen through writing. Although I didn’t give that consideration for quite some time, I learned quickly that without Him speaking, I cannot write at all. I am entirely dependent on hearing His voice.
This morning, December 22, 2021, He gave me two numbers. The smaller number was the number of pieces of space junk in the atmosphere around earth. The larger number was the number of children on the continent of Africa who don’t have shoes. I was not thinking either of space junk nor of children without shoes nor of Africa when I went to bed.
He did not stop there. He went on to say He knows the number of fish in the Amazon River and the number of apes in the jungles of Brazil. He said, “I am God of the Nile. I am God of the Sudan. I am God of the Isiolo people and God of the aborigines.” I did not know who the Isiolo were when He spoke.
Then He said, “Write.”
THE LORD SAYS:
I am God of the whole earth and placed her native peoples on it. I am their tribal elder. I am their Savior, as much as of anyone else. I speak all languages, however remote and unknown, and my love for them spans continents, spans the globe.
I know every smiling face amongst them. I see every death. I suffer their persecution. Not one life on this earth do I miss. I would have them come to knowledge of the truth. I am TRUTH.
[Suzanne] I asked about the space junk number here, and HE SAID:
The heavens and the heavens of heavens are mine. (Deut 10:14) I know all things. I know all the figures about you, Suzanne. I know your DNA. I can trace your lineage back one thousand generations, yea, more. And the lineage of every human on earth. I know the unknown. I see the forgotten.
“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.” (Luke 12:6-7)
I see every ailment and have the power and desire to cure it. I long to cure it. I long to see joy on every man's and woman's face.
I am Father to the fatherless, Provider to widows and orphans. I long to supply their every need. To the one in the most remote, darkest corner of the earth, I am as much God as to the one in the capitol, influencing some state. Your prestige holds no weight with me. Intellectualism is a barrier to our relationship, not a help. The weight of men’s’ thoughts keep them from me and breeds distrust. They lack faith. One can know the facts and walk without Christ.
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.” (1 Corinthians 13:2)
One can have all faith, yet without love for one another, you have nothing.
I know all facts, and I have walked by faith. Yet it is the LOVE OF GOD that makes the difference, that makes the change, that saves the man in the jungles just the same as the man in desert places.
All men are equal in the love of God. My death saves all men exactly the same, and heaven is filled with all cultures and races. All have access through the blood I shed. All have access to be the one that I created, with the DNA that I could name. All will go before the throne and see the Father. There is not a higher or lesser kneeling place. The power of God is available to all and equal to all and salvation given by grace to every man. (Jn 3:16)
This is my will on earth, for it to be just as it is in heaven. (Mt 6:10) Anything otherwise, any prejudice or mistreatment, any anger between cultures or colors or genders comes not from me. The greatest act of all, to bring the Savior into the world came from a woman, a girl, who said, "Let it be as you've said." (Lk 1:38) But she needed a husband who supported her. This was the Father's way, and without the love of my parents, without their strong faith, I would not exist as a man today.
I have called you to bridge the gap and walk by faith, to hold hands across the aisle, across continents, across oceans and lands, and do what your heavenly Father desired when He sent me to earth to save. To love regardless of differences. To preach the Word to all peoples living in all places. To not see what separates you, but the great love which the Father longs to give. See men as I see them, as He sees them, as worth loving, as an image of God He gave His all to gain.
Suzanne D. Williams, Author