On the Palms of My Hands
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Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands. 


Your walls are continually before Me.

Go, Anoint Elisha!

Many years ago I heard Lou Engle, the man dubbed “Praying Machine”, declare those words he’d heard from the Lord. This was to be his assignment for the rest of his life, to cast a double portion of his anointing and call upon the generation God was raising up. When I heard him declare those words, something went off in me like a missile. I knew I too was to take my place in the generation whom God was calling forth to arise and take Elijah’s place.

I wept and wept, and I cried to the Lord, “Yes.” I prayed I would inherit Lou Engle’s prayers and calling, and the double portion of all he and his generation sowed and laboured in and prayed for. I was giving my heart consent to the Lord’s challenge and invitation.

Six months later we went on a week’s holiday. Holidays were no holidays for me, as my little child, Nathan, was a very active boy. He only stopped moving and making noise when he fell asleep, and he went to sleep only very reluctantly. But Paul, my husband, definitely needed a holiday.

During the last three days of the holiday, Nathan caught cold virus. When Nathan had the virus as a child, sometimes he wasn’t able to walk because his muscles ached too much. Believe it or not, when Nathan was immobilised with cold virus during the last two days of the holiday, I started my real holiday. I could finally get some rest and breathe, not having to stop Nathan from jumping all over the place and endangering himself all the time.

On the last night of the holiday at six o’clock as I sat at the table to do my Quiet Time, suddenly there was the strong presence of the Lord. The hand of the Lord was upon me and I sat there for hours weeping. He brought each occasion to my mind as I started hearing the call of God on my life, starting from my childhood. I began reliving them as if I was right there again as a child, then as a teenager, then as a young woman. I realised in God, time had no meaning. To God all was current and vitally present. His call was as real right there as it was decades ago. And His call never ceased.

I sat there weeping. I read the portion from the Bible where Elisha picks up Elijah’s mantle and strikes the river Jordan, crying: “Where the Lord, the God of Elijah?” How many times have I cried the same cry? How many times have I raised my face to heaven and pounded the heaven’s wall?

I could hear my prayers reverberating loud and clear in God’s very presence, the prayers I’d prayed as a child, as a teenager, and as a young woman… Those prayers were as vibrant and alive and ringing in God’s ears as if I was crying out to Him right before Him there and then. Many prayers that I’d even forgotten… And I understood the Word of the Lord through Isaiah the prophet.

But Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me,
And the Lord has forgotten me.”
 “Can a woman forget her nursing child
And have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.
 “Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
Your walls are continually before Me."
(Isaiah 49:14-16)

My walls, the walls of prayer (Isa 62:6) upon which I’d stood time and time again, were ever before the Lord. None of the prayers that I’d ever uttered unto Him were ever lost. They were ever reverberating in His ears - clear, urgent and alive.

As I sat there in the hotel room, I knew a transaction was taking place over my life. And I said once again to the Lord, the God of my life, “Yes.”

Mia Kim

Glory International
Your Holy Ground

Following Jesus with Bare Feet...

…Take your sandals off your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground. (Exodus 3:5)

Many years ago I was grappling with a question as I sat before the Lord in my coffee hour, with my Bible and diary open before me: 

'How do I last the distance as I say yes to the Lord’s assignment for the next phase of my life? How do I persevere?'

I’ve lived long enough to realise that the pathway to fulfilling any task from the Lord accompanies difficulty and opposition, discouragement and the danger of burnout. I knew it will take more than my willpower and determination to endure, and stay focused on the call God has given over a sustained period of time.

Then suddenly into my mind came the image of Moses being initiated into the divine call at the burning bush in the wilderness, as he beheld the common unattractive desert bush, but burning with fire that did not go out nor consumed the bush.

I wondered, as Moses stared at the worthless desert bush burning with unquenchable holy fire, whether he saw himself in it. Washed out, wasted, a has-been - burnt out in the desert furnace on the backside of the wilderness. Then without warning his bush ignites and begins to burn once again, kindled this time with a divine flame which does not go out, unlike the human zeal and the idealism of his younger days.

And there, he hears the voice of God who gives him the assignment for the next phase of his life.

Take off your sandals, for the place you stand is holy ground.

As I stared at the Bible passage, I knew God was answering my question:

Where your desert bush burns in the wilderness with holy fire, there is your holy ground, and that fire will not go out. You must stand on that holy ground again and again, and hear the voice of the One who speaks from the divine flame.

The holy assignment requires the baring of your feet, and you are to follow the Lord to the end of your days with your feet bared - in humility, vulnerability, surrender and in utter dependence upon Him.

I looked up and said yes to the Lord.

Then I asked myself:

Where is your holy ground? Where does your holy fire burn?

And I knew the answer.

So I return to the humble little corner table in my life again and again, as I follow the Lord Jesus Christ in my faltering halting steps. There I keep my appointment with Him, and I lay down one by one, my armaments and arguments and self-congratulations, as I wait to hear the voice of the Holy One who speaks into my life over and over again.

Mia Kim

Glory International
The Endtime Harvest
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the harvest is the end of the age - Jesus, Mt 13:39

One afternoon in November 1986, I went into my bedroom and got on my knees to pray. I had assignments to finish and exams to prepare for. I opened my mouth to pray as my knees touched the floor, but no words came out because I went into a vision. I began to see a big screen in front of me of moving pictures.

I saw the earth suspended in space, and a vast but invisible wave that stretched all the way from the south pole to the north pole, slowly sweeping over the earth's surface from east to west. When the wave touched a continent, it was as if a tornado was tearing up the land. It sent chunks of earth and cloud of dust flying into the air.

To my shock, I saw that every single dust particle was a human soul tossed out of their hiding by God, and anyone who showed even a minutest response to Him was received by Him, to be gathered into His barn.

Again to my shock, I saw that some humans were completely inert, totally unresponsive, not moved whatsoever in the very face of God's raw power. It caused God's fury to come upon them. Then I saw what can only be described as a cosmic Gehenna suspended in space next to the earth. It was as big as the earth and looked like an inverted mountain. Those who didn’t respond God's mercy were to be thrown into it. I saw a whiff of smoke rising from its opening.

When the vision ended, Matthew 3:12 came to me.

His winnowing fork is in His hand, and He will clear His threshing floor, gathering His wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire.

I knew the vision had to do with the prophecy of John the Baptist concerning the coming Messiah, and the endtime harvest and judgement, which are at our doorstep.

Mia Kim

Glory International