"Deep Call Deep," by Denise Neel, 2020. © 18"x24" acrylic on canvas

"Deep Call Deep," by Denise Neel, 2020. © 18"x24" acrylic on canvas

God started speaking to me about turtles back during the Pentecost season of 2020, when Holy Spirit deposited power and authority into the earth. A 64,000 turtle rookery was off the coast of Australia, waiting to deposit their eggs into the beaches.

This is what I sense the Lord is saying: " I am gathering every tribe and tongue for the greatest outpouring of my spirit. Deep is calling to deep. I am bringing my spirit once again onto dry land. Things are being deposited into the Earth. Will you position yourself with this coming move?

Many won't see. They won't understand. They have become too busy to see...to hear. The Earth is groaning for the Sons of God. What happens in the deep oceans and recesses of the Earth will soon manifest on the sandy shores of the earth's surface. Millions of eggs will be laid with salty tears from the deep watering them. The Earth is going to be salted once again.

There is a remnant, a company of people, who are weeping right now. I see their tears and have tasted their disappointments. But arise and shine, the glory of the Lord has risen upon you! Take courage, I am in the waiting.

These seeds of destiny and hope will take effort and intention. He will brood over them and they will bear fruit. They will be bold and capture hearts. Position yourselves for an outpouring like we have never seen before."

Psalm 139

O Lord , you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord . You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand! I can never escape from your Spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night— but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you. You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me! ... Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.