WBJMinistries
Abba Yahusha, Heavenly Father,
We come before You with hearts open and eyes lifted toward the Light that cannot be dimmed. We thank You for storms that shape us, for silence that speaks, and for Your everlasting presence that never leaves nor forsakes us. Open our understanding now, that Your truth may penetrate every hardened place and stir the waters of transformation within us.
Let this message, born of fire and grace, bring healing to those who hunger, and guidance to those who seek Your face.
HaleluYah.
It began not with thunder, nor a loud voice, but with light—pure, radiant, and untouched by human form. It hovered above the highway like a whisper from eternity, a celestial confirmation that the trial was not abandonment, nevertheless divine protection.
In the heart of Manhattan, where the Metropolitan Museum of Art holds relics of human striving and the Whitney Museum frames visions of human soul, I saw a parallel: art preserved in silence, beauty speaking without lips. The Light was like that—eternal, brilliant, not needing explanation. It reminded me of what is written:
“Yahusha is my light and my deliverance; whom should I fear? Yahusha is the refuge of my life; whom should I dread?”
(Tehillim / Psalms 27:1, Halaleyah Scriptures)
This wasn’t just survival. It was revelation.
There is a sacred moment when you realize the relationships that broke you were never meant to build you—but to reveal Him. What once looked like rejection, loneliness, or even defeat was actually a safeguard, a divine boundary.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom is no change, nor shadow of turning.”
(Ya'aqob / James 1:17, Halaleyah Scriptures)
The world offered fragments—conditional affection, shallow provision, conversations that grazed the surface however never pierced the soul. Yet the hunger remained. A hunger not for applause or possessions, nonetheless for truth, respect, covenant.
Like the Mohegan Tribe honors ancestral legacy with reverence, or how the Amadlozi remind us that the spirit realm is near and active, Yahusha was always calling—beyond the noise, beyond the empty gestures. His love wasn’t loud, still it was constant.
The chakras align in ancient teachings to reveal the energy of life, nevertheless even those systems point to something higher—a Creator who speaks through alignment, balance, and sacred boundaries. The same Creator known to Polish grandmothers who whispered prayers in candlelight, to Catholic mystics who spoke of divine ecstasy, to Muslims who bow in submission, to Buddhists who pursue enlightenment through silence.
The truth cuts across cultures, yet centers in one undeniable place: Yahusha, who is the Word made flesh and the Light that never flickers.
“Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of Elohim.”
(Mattithyahu / Matthew 4:4, Halaleyah Scriptures)
It is written across the walls of history and etched in the soul of those called to ministry—not to please the world, but to serve the kingdom.
No image of a person appeared in that divine moment. Only light. That’s when you know the message is holy. He was there not to flatter, not to perform, but to cover. To protect. To remind you:
You are not asking too much.
You are not too deep.
Your desire for covenant is holy.
As Confucius once said, “Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.” And what a gift it is to know: they didn’t see you—not because you lacked value—but because they weren’t sent to.
The philosopher Søren Kierkegaard once remarked, “Life can only be understood backwards; though it must be lived forwards.” And in that backward reflection, we see how the spiritual boundaries were not walls—but wings.
Yahusha never asks you to lower the standard—He is the standard. And now, through WBJMinistries, you are being called to declare that sacred truth not just in word, but in presence.
So, when stimulation is lacking, when connection feels foreign, when silence is heavy—know this:
You were not made for scraps.
You were made for sacred encounters.
And this ministry, this moment, this message—is proof.
Heavenly Father, Abba Yahusha,
Thank You for the revelation of truth that comes not in flesh, but in light. Thank You for every storm that was secretly a sanctuary, every silence that became a sermon, every broken connection that led to wholeness in You.
Let WBJMinistries be a vessel that carries this sacred fire, touching souls from Manhattan’s museums to the deepest ancestral roots around the globe.
Let those who hear be awakened, healed, and fed.
We trust in Your timing, Your protection, and Your covenant love.
HaleluYah.
If this message touched your spirit, if you saw yourself in this story of sacred light and divine love, we invite you to sow into the work Yahusha is doing through WBJMinistries. Your support helps us reach more souls with the truth and power of His Word.
Give now at: https://wbjministry100.wixsite.com/wbjministries
May your giving return to you multiplied, in peace, purpose, and provision.
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