Tuesday, June 30, 2015

SMALL STRAWS IN A SOFT WIND by MARSHA BURNS


I sensed something ominous in the atmosphere.  It was like forces of darkness gathering for an assault.  I saw clouds gathering above--high up in the atmosphere, and the clouds became one swirling mass like the beginning of a funnel cloud forming, but not yet touching down.  I could feel the presence of God as if He was brooding over His people--calling us to a place of safety in Him.  There was a pleading--almost urgently--for us to be ready and stay ready. 

2 Timothy 4:2 Preach the word! Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort, with all longsuffering and teaching.  

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