On Sunday morning, I arrived early for an appointment and stopped at a local park to drink some coffee and wait. This is what I saw. Immediately I recognized this scene from the last dream I had (see Dream Of Martial Law). This is almost exactly what I saw in my dream, except in my dream the moon was much closer and bigger.
I sat here praying. Praying for God’s Spirit to move upon His people to bring them closer to him and to protect them. Praying for God’s Spirit to move and convict the lost and bring them into the fold of His protection. Praying for my own heart and soul.
The last two days have felt very heavy in the Spirit. A seriousness and solemness along with a sense of alertness. The Spirit has been convicting me of sin in deeper ways and bringing my own heart into a deeper sense of repentance. The urgency feels tangible. The heat of the Spiritual battles going on right now are intense.
I pray that all those who are marked by Christ be found safely in the shadow of His wings. I pray that all those who are lost will run full-speed into that safety…before the Spiritual battle reveals itself in the physical…because it’s close. So close that if you put your ear to the ground, you can hear the war drums beat.