His Still Small Voice by A Woman Assigned

Word given February 18, 2014 Many seek to attain heavenly things still allowing the flesh to occupy an up front seat. Not so, not so. The way in the Spirit is to come to Me and let Me humble you, by strengthening you — your reliance on Me. It becomes effortless when practiced daily. It is a way of life, not just lip service. 

from November 11, 2013 It is truly the hour My child, for the winds speak, They call to each of My children in this hour. Come. They blow from the north, south, east and west. Release it all unto Me and flow in My winds. Let My winds now remove the chaff that has been separated in the purging fires of My threshing floor, that I may sweep them clean and glean and harvest My precious ones; My first harvest, the lowly harvest, few in number, but great in might. Come. Heed the call of the Father, through the Son; the wind of God, the Mighty Ruach speaks. Let the breath within you now respond. Arise, Arise, Arise, mighty men, mighty women of God. Let the winds remove the old garment and wrap you in my heavenly robes. Let the winds carry you to your heavenly home.

November 14, 2015 — An Addendum This morning I was led to revisit this post after having a vision similar to the one outlined below.  While in prayer, I saw the Father take the clay and form Adam. I was aware that He knew just how many particles of dirt was used to form the man from the earth. The Father then bent over and breathed into His creation.  While I sensed His joy for His creation, there was also a sadness, because the Father knew that he would fall. That same sadness, however, was replaced with a pleasant confidence, and I knew that it was because the Father breathed His breath into him and knew He would awaken him again.