Like never before (and I’ve always struggled through March) I am weeping my days through this month.
God has given gentle temps these weeks, but the rains/sleets/snows have come per usual. I, too, have been weeping, and that is a sign that my shock has begun to wear off, as I was just numb for months. I weep like the sky.
Somehow I believe that this heaviness of spirit will once abate. One does not live without hope.
I heard recently from a source that the evil at the upper echelons of our world is waxing so great we’d be unable to comprehend it.
Knowing the spiritual forces of darkness are being restrained right now gives me comfort, but also it gives us a glimpse of that incredible power.
Greater is He who is In you, than he that is in the world.
Jesus wins.
The choice is always ours to pick the winner. Since we know the winner, it seems ridiculous to pick the loser.
I guess people won’t know without a preacher.
So, amidst my weeping I will continue to proclaim the message of salvation. Time is so short. Prophesied events are unfolding all around us and we must be aware of how little margin is left.
Repent. The kingdom of heaven is truly at hand. Weeping will not endure. Joy comes in the morning.
God wins.
Ask the Holy Spirit to fill you today. Commit your life in faith to Christ Jesus, believing He died for your sins on the cross and rose again the third day.
The resurrection is real. The supernatural is real.
God is real.
Get over your own limitations and choose life.
Maranatha!