The Garments
Standing at the precipice, my eyes were drawn to the bleak, vast mountain range stretching for miles before me. A ledge was in front of me, the abyss below. The sky was a kaleidoscope of colors; it was sunset, and the hour was very late. The end of time had arrived. I was here for such a time as this.
A tremendously powerful wind suddenly whipped up in front of me, almost knocking me over…as in the days of Noah, a gigantic figure emerged from the abyss, the gods of the old world had risen for the final battle. Suddenly, I found myself clad in armor, a sword in hand. The wind that I felt before me was the giant, roaring curses with a fury so profound that no human could ever comprehend it.
But the wind at my back? That was the Lion of Judah, roaring back at the giant, proclaiming its eternal demise.
The Lion of Judah stood directly behind me, providing a holy courage I alone would never possess.
“Do not be afraid, for I am with you, My daughter. Take up the sword and strike his legs below the kneecaps,” He commanded.
I had a strength that only came from His Ruach Ha’Qodesh.
Grasping the sword, designed and assigned for me, I felt its great weight, the metal cold to touch. An unseen strong hand covered mine as I swung it with a strength that came only from the Ruach Ha’Qodesh. I aimed for the giant's kneecaps as he loomed before me, ready to sweep me off the face of the earth. With obedience, I swung the sword, hitting the giant's legs right under the kneecaps. He fell back into the dark abyss from which he had come.
As The Mighty Lion of Judah roared in victory, I bowed before Him, on my knees, in submission and surrender, filled with awe and gratitude.
Suddenly, I was no longer clad in battle armor, but a white wedding dress fit for a princess bride. It was now time for the Wedding Feast of the Lamb.
The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come! Awake, O sleeper!“
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come”. Rev 22:17
Do you hear the sound of the shofar? Do you hear the call of Adonai Tzevaot? Are you listening to the words of the Ruach, "O sleeper, awake! Come out of your slumber!" Look around you, brothers and sisters; the war is all around us. The enemy approaches as an angel of light, but now, in these last hours, he has grown bolder and fiercer as he steps onto the scene. Many do not recognize the ancient gods and shape-shifters because of the witchcraft curses cast by the entertainment coming through television and games, along with the enchanting music that lulls us, as the Nephilim sirens lured sailors to their watery graves.
Can you see? Can you hear? Does your heart not perceive? Does your mind not grasp that these are the days of Noah and that you are being called to awaken?
So arise, put on His armor, and face the giants knowing that the Lion of Judah has your back!
