A Word that came to me while I was trying to take a nap on January 2, 2023.
Your Prayers are dried up.
Your Works are dried up.
Your Words are dried up.
Like a dried up fig they will fall from the tree.
2023 is a time of pruning.
No longer will the dried up fruit weigh down my choice vine.
They honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.
They don’t worship me with their whole heart.
They don’t honor me with a pure heart.
They enter my house out of religiosity and recognition from man and not to honor me with praise and thanksgiving out of a pure heart.
Those fruits which are not alive and full of water, the dried up fruits, will be plucked up, cut off, and cast down.
Go and tell them what I said.