The man in the moon is a fantasy story told to children when they’re young to invoke a sense of comfort in their hearts when the sky becomes dark, for the hope was that this idea of some greater being watching over them would alleviate the terrors that often come to small hearts during the middle of the night.
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In the coming days, though the storms will rage, I shall be your anchor and refuge. And when your sails billow and whip because of the prevailing winds, I will be there to hold you steady. If a giant wave should roll towards your heading, it shall be My hand that keeps you upright and afloat.
The governor of this state tinged with blue has been expecting protests to spring up in his communities, and for this reason, he has colluded with certain social media giants to shut down any dissenting voices who have spoken out against his plans to keep this bluer state locked down longer than needed.
Though this governor is using the ‘spreadability’ of this illness as an excuse to lengthen the quarantine, his real motivation has nothing to do with the virus. And though many citizens haven’t been fooled by the gloomy picture being painted about this contagion and its rate of infection, there are still some who are listening to the voices of alarm being heard around this nation; those who haven’t discerned the bigger agenda behind the continued closures. Because these citizens want to believe most media sources are reliable, and that the narratives presented are true, it hasn’t occurred to them they are being duped.
The first onslaught of the enemy’s attack, sent mainly through the virus, didn’t accomplish what he was expecting. Because he saw that quite a few of My children were asleep at the wheel, he thought it would be easy to keep the wave of revival I am sending (which he knows is about to appear) from hitting this land. However, since the hysteria has quieted in most of the population, the enemy is afoot trying to stir up a sense of panic in the hearts of the people again. And so, in order to stop My plan to send these refreshing waters over this country, he has pressured some in national leadership to further his schemes of inflicting more hardship on the people of this land.
The state of affairs in this country is about to shift where there will be a more favorable environment for My people to stand in so that the Good News My children carry will not only be welcomed but well received. Then, what I am doing now amongst My own is preparing them for the days ahead, so that many of them will develop the courage to speak up about their faith because their hearts have become sold out for Me.
To most, the path forward would seem to be rather logical, held in a straight line of sight (as if moving from A to B like positions on a map), measuring progress by calculating the steps required to obtain the goal that’s set like a finish line.
So, onward is the push, thinking effort will bring happiness, with performance held as the strategy for producing a long-lasting sense of usefulness. But what most don’t consider, is how rapidly these lively feelings disappear. For the emotion generated after they reach each mark will quickly vanish, turning into just a memory; an experience of the past with no sentiment attached, leaving behind an empty void.
The longitude and latitude of your life have already been set, predetermined in the annals of time, with each movement figured in covering the span of years; every occurrence notated and woven into My plan, with all actions observed (for with Me, nothing goes unseen). Every step you will make has been brought to My attention. So, I have taken the proper care to ensure that within each of your days lies the opportunities to join with My will, where you are given the choice of agreement to put into action your belief in who I am as the One true Father and Lord over everything.
True contentment is not found in your surroundings or the things you own. It is found in Me, in who I am, by the one who seeks to dwell in the sanctuary of My presence; whose eyes are fixed above the temporal things of this life. For now, their sights are focused upon the place where I dwell, as if entering a safe harbor with quiet waters and tranquil seas; guided into port by the soft whisper of My voice (which always points to the perfect place of entry as the corridor for discovering inner peace) where the cares of this world can be abandoned, left behind in the rough seas of struggle, cast aside as if thrown out into the waves.