Author Archives: Kent DaVault

Roll over on your bed. Turn your head to me says The Lord. Now is the time of the trouble of Jacob. The trouble that comes causes you to lay your head on a rock. Look up, for my angles … Continue reading →

The cup is full, the balance is weighed, the move has begun. It’s not a game of chance, for my promises are yes, and amen to those who believe. And I say today, those who believe are greater than those … Continue reading →

Birthed in retreat, I now call you to advance. I will support you and uphold you. The wind from the north will be turned back. Behold a hot easterly wind brings revival. I am coming, riding on the clouds. What … Continue reading →

You don’t really know what is happening, right? You think you do, but the plans and purposes I have for you and your people will come to pass. Can you hold at bay the wind from the west? Can you … Continue reading →

Good friends, good food, good wine… bon appetite! Is that it? Is that all? Let me tell you my plan… The Lord says: I have called you friends if you do whatsoever I command you. The Lord says: Man shall … Continue reading →

I am raising up the farmers, the northern ones as an ensign. I have visited and will visit again. Those on the outskirts, on the fringes, I will come to for meek and contrite hearts I do not despise. I … Continue reading →

Look what is rising up from the deep. See what has been released. It is an upwelling of nutrients. I am uncapping ancient wells. The false shepherds have capped them. These wells were dug over generations by mighty men of … Continue reading →

And shall I not avenge those who cry out to me. Rocks are crying out to me. The lively stones of Heaven’s foundation are calling to me. Their deaths are precious to me and they are wearing crowns. Woe to … Continue reading →

Is it all true. Is the world watching and listening to you. A stage is a stage, and now you’re on it. If you go introspective, you’ll sell yourself to the highest bidder. If you heart condemns you, I am … Continue reading →

Wet, sticky hands, red with blood are rubbed together. See how they slaver and have come to dine. Whose blood, you ask, mine or others? Their thirst for blood is not quenched, because the imitator only wants to consume what … Continue reading →

A cloud, a mist, and a wind from the Northwest has come. The mist seems refreshing at first, but it is a vapor. The harsh wind of scirocco has come upon you. It is hatched in languid places, is seductive, … Continue reading →

Doughty lad, doughty lad. I tousle your hair and move you to where the Chunnel can do my commerce. The continent is starving, and I will send manna from your land. Even now, the gatherers are up, for it is … Continue reading →

My month of celebration. My month of rest. My month of ingathering. Look to the hills from whence comes your help… it is of the Lord. Jerusalem, I come.

How the mighty fell. How they cowered before my servant. The Lamb helped the lamb. I am about to convulse my people with the spiritual to match the physical. For though the Spirit triumphed, yet has the division continued. But … Continue reading →