A look at CLAN Women 2012

God poured out His love on his women . . . . it was an amazing thing to witness.

CLAN Women 2012 was a time that felt set apart by God. With overwhelming testimony and feedback we can see that He has a specific agenda for these times and our heart remains to find that vision and pursue it with passion! Thank you so much for coming to join with us on this adventure . . . we hope to see you in October for CLAN Women 2013. In the meantime here's some testimonies, poetry and prophetic input from the event. Love Faith, Cynthia, and Hilary (The CLAN Women Team) x

Angela Boler had a significant prophetic word for us during our time concerning us responding to the Wind of God's Spirit in the land. She has kindly typed this out for you. To download this in PDF please click here.

      "This event has lifted my spirits but also provided me with practical, relevant input for personal growth and for ministry. Very rich, safe and faith filled environment."

      "I'm strengthened and empowered to go back into my community to bring the love of God to those who need him"

     "God has spoken to me so much this weekend. First experience of art and dancing during worship - I loved it and really felt the presence of the Holy Spirit."

El Gruer, a prophetic poet who is part of our Creative Team, wrote and performed two presence filled poems. Here is her first poem . . .

His Name
 
I stand in wilderness
with only the dry crackle of parched soil, into
the stale air I cry out his name.
 
As his name kisses the dust- an
abundant garden creates before me, for me.
 
I am on my knees, because in the whisper of the trees,
I     hear     his     name.
The point of a blade of grass, carves his name into the air
and roses blush at the sound of his name.
His     name,    his     name.
 
On every ripple of the water,
every dimple on the pebbles,
on every vein on every leaf
is the etching of his name
 
I shall walk in step with his name,
work only to the tock of eternity's clock
which ticks to the rhythm of his name
I shall rename the seasons- Abba,
Sovereign, Almighty, I am.
 
For I once stood in wilderness
with only the dry crackle of parched soil, into
the stale air I had cried out his name.
 
As his name had kissed the dust- an
abundant garden had been created before me,
for me. But all for the glory of
 His      name.

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      "I came here lost and alone . . .  I left with genuine friends and hope."

      "Empowering, invigorating, exciting, encouraging, affiriming, hope building . . . excellent teaching!!"

      "Teaching was second to none. Going home with fresh vision and freedom plus God's gifts. Thank you."

      "I am so glad I came to this conference. I have learned so much through being here and feel I will see so much breakthrough in my own life, and will hopefully pass on some to others. It has been an empowering experience."

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Here is Ell Gruer's second poem . . .

Commissioned

Together we create the art of the heart.
Whether you come with a crayon, a child’s bold step-
which is a delicate pitter- patter to your Papa
or come with the paint palette of your heart splattering
enter his gates.

We are all artists
commissioned to draw one thing-
draw close to him.
This is colour-filled art of the heart.

As we draw close to him
we will hear the shattering of glass
revealing- there is no ceilings.
Our nation’s faith lungs are now receiving
new capacity for the Spirit’s breathing-
breathe in, see a new perspective,
smash your rose-tinted spectacles and see
only through the colours of truth-
for there is no roof.

We are all artists
commissioned to draw one thing-
draw close to him.
This is colour-filled art of the heart.
With our Holy child crayons
and paint palette of the heart we see
them collide with his light that rainbows
through the shattered shafts of ceiling glass-
his throne room is a master class of colour.

We are all artists
commissioned to draw one thing-
draw close to him.
This is colour-filled art of the heart.

Enter through his gates, life in Trinitarian colour awaits.
Let’s worship, raise praise to the beautiful
symphony of shattering glass.
This is the art of the Bride’s heart, set apart for
his throne-room is a master class of colour. 

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      "Nothing like we have ever experienced before. We will never be the same again! In a good way!"