Wind on the Water

My new favorite place in Wales is Soar y Mynydd. I have been up there several times to pray for Revival. As with many beautiful locations, the journey is part of the adventure. Just as you exit Llandovery you turn right and drive up the valley for thirty minutes, until you reach Soar y Mynydd. The joy I feel is amazing. The sounds of trees whooshing as they play with the wind, the gurgling bubbling chatter of streams and rivers as they make their way to wherever they are going, is music to the ears. Even the grass hisses as the wind blows between her blades.

During my first visit I saw many trees that had been snapped by strong winds. I personally do not remember ever seeing damage to forests like this in Wales. I had seen it many times in the Midwest of America because of Tornados. So, seeing these trees snapped by wind has stuck with me. I have already written that I feel it is a symbol of the stiff relgious orders in Wales being broken, like Hezekiah broke the Asherah poles,

"He removed the high places, shattered the sacred pillars, and cut down the Asherah poles"

2 Kings 18:4

In contrast, on my most recent visit to Soar, I came around one of the corners and saw the wind blowing across the face of Llyn Brianne. I felt the Lord speak the words, 

"Wind on the Water"

I stopped to take the above photo to capture the liquid tapestry before my eyes. I pondered the verse in Genesis 1:2b,

"The Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters"

(BSB)

The Spirit is the wind on the water. He is hovering, brooding, and passing over the nation of Wales. I could've missed the wind on the water of Llyn Brianne if I had not been looking in the right direction, so too must we be careful not to miss His gentle wind blowing over our nation,

"There is a river whose streams delight the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells"

Psalm 46:4

We need eyes to see these waterways. We need to grasp the Spirit's collar as He helps us navigate tributaries to the confluence of what God has in store for Wales. 

Recently I prophesied over a worship leader that God was going to use him to not just re-open wells in the Spirit, but equally geysers. I pondered before I said "geysers" because Wales does not have geysers. I saw a geyser in the Spirit, but corrected myself and said, "Maybe it's a spring or a fountain that I'm seeing". A week later, I was visiting Blaenannerch, and someone prophesied over me. They said they saw the pressure building and exploding like a geyser. There is no way that they would've known about what I said to that worship leader. It was God confirming His intentions for Wales. I then knew that the word to that worship leader was true. But still, Wales does not have geysers, I continued to ponder. She has springs and wells. 

The above photos are of a geyser, and St Govan's Church, where there is a fresh water well from a spring. We have many famous wells across Wales, like Llandrindod Wells, St Non's Well, and Taff's Well. In fact, there is a fascinating webpage called Well Hopper that documents the history of certain wells across North Wales. 

In the Genesis account of the Flood, there is an interesting verse in Chapter 7:11b,

"On that day all the springs of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened!"

This verse came to mind as I pondered the "geyser" word. There are waters below, in the Spirit, that God will break open causing them to burst forth over the nation of Wales. Some will explode with the intensity of a geyser, and others will fill like a well and overflow the man made walls to irrigate our nation. We will be able to track the movements of the Spirit as He moves across these waters. His wind on the water.

To close I would like to share this story. About twenty years ago I was preaching in Hay-on-Wye at a small Church Mission. It was a Saturday evening meeting. I invited people to share any testimonies they had of God's goodness. One farmer shared a story that has stuck with me ever since. He had literally come from his fields, rugged, his cheeks red as kissed by the wind, and his country shirt, wax jacket, and shoes were worn but presentable. He told of a miracle that had happened a few years prior. Wales had been experiencing a bad drought and the well that lay in the corner of one of his fields was dry. It was a deep well, some twenty to thirty feet deep. The well was always full, but had become a deep hole in the corner of his field. This well was how he watered his cows, so he placed his hands over the empty hole and prayed to God, "Lord, please return the water". He went home for the evening. The next morning he came to the well and it was full. A miracle he declared. He smiled with fondness as he retold of God's goodness to him, and his cows. 

It's time to stand over the dry places of our nation and prophesy that "all the springs of the great deep burst forth" across Wales. The way God covered the earth in the flood was not just with rain from heaven, but with springs from below. If your heart is dry then cry over your own deep spring to burst forth, that the rivers of living water will flow again. Then over your communities, counties, and nation. Just like the farmer's prayer, "Lord, return the water". 

Mwy Arglwydd