I proclaim this to be the year of the Lord, for indeed His favor has been displayed over this nation. I decree that this shall be a season of jubilation, for the Lord Strong and Mighty has won!
The language I speak is situated outside of man’s realm and is not the dialect of any one race of human beings. When I speak, though the words can be understood in your native tongue, I communicate on a universal plane, giving Me the ability to converse with any and all of My children; so that no matter where they are from, each one can connect with Me on an intimate level, thus building a strong relationship between us.
The mountains are crying out for their Maker, groaning with sounds only audible to My ears as Creation longs for My return, yearning for its rightful King to reclaim what is His. So the hills and the valleys, the rocks and trees, along with the rest of Creation are patiently watching for My second coming, all hoping to see Me descend from the heavens and take back all who are Mine.
When the winds of change blow across the land, there is a cleansing effect which happens as the old is pushed out, making way for the new I wish to be ushered in. For this hearty gust is not something meant to cause worry as it carries within it the seeds of the future.