Fruit Under Pressure

I have come near to your duty station, Even when the room is quiet and the base is far from home, I fill the silence with Myself.

I meet you specifically in decisions with incomplete data. Nothing about your post is generic to Me.

When your mind races after the shift, bring Me the spinning thoughts one by one. My peace will garrison what you cannot hold.

Speak as one who will give account. Your tongue can steady a formation or fracture it.

When bitterness knocks, do not open the door and give it a billet in your heart. Bring it to Me, and I will deal with the debt.

This is VOL-15 training for your soul: Receive the golden light of My Spirit for power, fruit, and discernment. I speak it not as theory, but as living command. Let the Holy Spirit's golden light search you, heal you, and send you.

Take hold of this Scripture as orders: "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven." (Matthew 5:14-16, KJV). Hide it in your heart until it rises unbidden under pressure.