Feb. 17, 2024 ~ I felt led to Medicine Lake and planned to go to a small park on the shores, but was unable to locate the turn to this familiar park and ended up driving around most of the lake while praying and singing in tongues and worshiping. I finally arrived at French Park, located at the north end of Medicine Lake. (The park is a recreational area; I’m somewhat familiar with this park having visited several times with family)
As soon as I entered the property, my heavenly language (tongues) turned to Native American. Holy Spirit has never given me this specific dialect or language of Native American but in my spirit, I knew this is what it was. The language got stronger as I drove down to the lake for better access. I was grieving, wailing, mourning, lamenting. I was weeping, full of sorrow, and anguish all while continuing to open my mouth to speak in tongues, Holy Spirit filled my mouth with a Native American language, until after about an hour, the unction to pray in tongues ceased. I experienced deep grief, anguish, loss, pain, and sorrow during this time. I used suggested GiveHim15 prayers and decrees afterwards. Played, I Speak Jesus, through the park as I left.
An hour before, when I prayed and decreed, I believed what I prayed and decreed, including this:
…Our with You, Lord, through the Cross, also joins us in covenant with our First Nations brothers
and sisters. We believe You are cleansing America of past sins, healing her of broken covenants and relational wounds, and giving us a future filled with hope (Jeremiah 29:11).
I know the change in tongues to Native American language, weeping, mourning, sorrow, grief, etc., broke something in the spirit. I know whenever we pray, it shifts the atmosphere. When I pray in tongues (my heavenly language), I pray the perfect prayer and in ways I would be unable to do or know in English. Glory to God!!!
Yesterday, the Lord instructed me to research the history of Plymouth, MN for another prayer assignment and ministry opportunity, yet it’s clear this research is also tied to the assignment of Protecting America’s Waterways.
The place I prayed, a significant change in my heavenly language occurred along with deep grief, sorrow, pain and anguish just happened to be on the north end of Medicine Lake where I was directed by Holy Spirit, which is where the Dakota had their encampment and a warrior's body was never recovered from an overturned canoe . (See below).
According to Plymouth's history, it can be traced back to the pre-Colombian period, 1400-1500 AD. The original inhabitants were the Dakota. Their encampment was at the north end of Medicine Lake. The name Medicine Lake is derived from the Native American word "Mdewakan", meaning "Lake of the Spirit." The Dakota named the lake after a warrior overturned his canoe and his body was never recovered. (Plymouth History | City of Plymouth, MN (plymouthmn.gov) )
This is just beautiful. 😭 Thank you for doing this! I have something burning in my heart and believe we need to connect at some point. Would you be ok with that, even if it is a few weeks out?
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