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CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD
CIRCLE OF TRUST Kathy Robbins Maqsood
As I was pondering this morning, suddenly I had a vision and read these words "Circle of Trust". I saw the dove leave Noah's ark and went out seeking for a dry leaf to bring back to the ark saying "it is safe to exit this place." The bird went out and returned and again went out and did not return releasing the message 'where I set my foot is a safe place'. I have been walking through a very deep place of facing many insecurities. My mother passed away 8 1/2 years ago and my former husband passed away eight years ago. We were her care givers and lived at the home place in the country. Raising our food from seed was a lifestyle. During those seven years God blessed this family garden and I preserved thousands of jars of food. I brought the canned food when I purchased a home in the city seven years ago. Holy Spirit told me I had been operating under the Joseph anointing. So I have been eating much food from those days because of a trying season we have been walking through financially. God had provided in advance.Six weeks ago Holy Spirit showed me to begin to pour out those older foods. Growing up around much poverty and sickness I had developed a hoarding mindset. I was zealous over that harvest of food. But He wanted me to sacrifice
that which was good that had become an enemy of the best He has for me. I felt faint in my soul as I have been sacrificing before the Lord the thousands of hours of time and energy and the monies used to preserve the harvest. So many prayers were prayed over those fields. I did not give it to others for I was uncertain of the quality of the food at this time. You cannot hoard FAITH.Faith is active. It is a daily walk with God and receiving from Him. Man cannot live by bread alone BUT by every WORD that proceeds from the mouth of God. He is teaching us to come and receive from HIS table DAILY what is needed for life, health and godliness. I had poured my soul into that garden. Day and night, rain, wind, sun, lightening- I worked those fields grown from a seed. I gathered the harvest all hours of the day and night by flashlight and turned it to intercession and prayed over God's garden and harvest fields worldwide. Six days a week I was up until the early morning hours canning. We opened this garden to family, church and the community at large. But the season changed. Just as it does in your life. To everything there is a season, a time and a purpose for it. I have washed hundreds of jars and was reminded about gathering the vessels to contain the oil for the provisions for the widow woman. When she had no more vessels to fill
