When someone presents a false narrative and then uses symbolic gestures to prop up his claims, the real motivation of the heart is plain to see. For with the tongue, both truth and deception are spoken, but it’s a person’s actions that reveal their real nature.
In times past, it was a hearty handshake that sealed an agreement between two parties, for when a man gave his word, it was as if he had signed his name on the dotted line of an official contract. This was because both parties were trusted to honor their word. Ironclad was how this symbolic gesture was seen, for even the courts would uphold this verbal acknowledgment as a promise.
The stage has been set by the Left for the President’s failure, for those on the opposite side of the aisle have pulled every trick in the book to see he does not win again.
A time frame was stamped upon these next days with an expiration date clearly marked, where My will for this season expires and the Church faces a greater battle than would be the case if she had simply listened to My instructions.
An October surprise has been planned for the Democrats in this nation, those who are hoping to overturn the President’s run for re-election.
And then the wind came to blow away all that was: all the systems and formulas the leaders of My Church had put into place to build their houses of worship. For these had decided to incorporate, within their congregational structures, a system for promoting and leading that resembled a more business type model, taking their cues for church administration from the world.
Man likes to postulate about his life, with many speculations occupying his thoughts as he tries to decipher the best direction he should take to arrive with a pleasing future. So he imagines multiple roadmaps in his mind, then examines the layout of each conceived course and assumes he can somehow deduce what will happen should he choose a single one of these visualized routes. But when a person relies on his own inclinations, many restless hours are spent going back and forth over his presumptions by retracing each possible plan as he tries to predict how each scenario could likely end; believing he has a pretty good idea of what to expect should he journey down any of these paths.
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.
The demonstration of My power is something to behold, for it has the might to move every mountain and demolish any well-fortified barrier. The strength My hand can muster has the ability to level any obstacle set in a man’s path. Because I am not governed by the limitations placed on mankind, I am not bound by the same laws which apply to the human race.
The significance of a challenge is born out of the adversity experienced.
For through the depths of a trial lies the point of transformation, where the old beliefs are exchanged for the new, and faith once again has the opportunity to abound. For here is the reason behind the struggles of life: not to punish, but to bring growth; where life must be examined with spiritual eyes so that the real issues can be vetted and understood.
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