By Shellie Smith (Prophetic Intercessor in Athens)
In the early hours of Tuesday, August 31, 2021, I woke up to the Lord singing, “Georgia on My mind!” Over and over, He sang this… my heart was overwhelmed, the depth of my soul ached and tears of intercession flowed down my face. I could feel the depth of what He was saying but was unable to put it into words. This lasted off and on all through the day.
That night, in Athens, Georgia, at the Altar of Fire, the Lord told me to play that song, it was a specific version. As soon as it began, the deep places within my spirit were tapped into again as I began to pray in the Spirit and allow the tears of intercession to flow. Still, I had few words to put to these deep groanings.
As we walked out the doors of Cornerstone Church that night, I received a download…
I saw the Lord looking at Georgia, but she wasn’t a plot of land, she was a moving, flowing sea of faces, beautiful faces, and not one was hidden from His gaze. I could feel how He ached and longed for each one to hear Him, see Him, know Him. He so deeply desired for her to know the special place she holds in His heart. How beautiful she is to Him…
“Georgia, awaken My dove, My fair one. Come, follow Me! Let Me show you what I desire for you to see, to understand. Dare to believe… Dare to trust… Me! Come, run with Me, barefoot, on the grass-covered hills. Stretch out your arms, the doors to your heart and soar… soar on the winds of My Spirit so you can see!!! So you can see who you truly are! For when you see you WILL arise to your destiny, your Divine destiny. For I have hidden you for this very time, this precise time in history. Arise, shine for your Glory has come! Embrace Me!
Though you say, ‘I am so black, as dark as the tents of the Bedouin, please do not look at me! I am swarthy, working out in the sun and marked by it. I was made keeper of the vineyards out of their anger… neglected… veiled… only a little rose, an autumn crocus of the plain, a humble lily of the valley that grows in deep and difficult places am I.’
But I say to you, Georgia, you remind Me of My favorite stallion. You are like a lily among thorns! I desire to bring you into My banqueting house where My banner over you is My love! Rise up, Georgia, My love, My fair one and come away! Follow Me…
(I see her follow Him up the mountain, in the seclusion of the clefts, in the Solid Rock, in the Shelter and Secret Place…)
“Let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice! For your voice is sweet and your face is lovely to Me.”
I have not stopped hearing this song nor the deep ache of our Lord’s heart for Georgia…
Yesterday, Tuesday, January 11, 2022, on The Eleventh Hour, Christa Bullock gave a prophetic word… Please listen to the attached video link (scroll to 2:01:00 mark.) “Georgia on My mind!” says the Lord! Hallelujah!!!
