The mountains are crying out for their Maker, groaning with sounds only audible to My ears as Creation longs for My return, longing 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…
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It is the intention of the heart that draws Me; that pulls Me towards your vicinity. Since I can see what is inside each human being, when one of My own makes the attempt to rise early in the morning in search of Me, I am happy to meet with him here, no matter the hour. Though “the earlier the better” is a good motto, I am not rigid…
A hand-picked assortment is those who comprise My body, filled with unique individuals, held in the intentions that not a single one resembles the other in the natural. For I do not desire an army of clones, all looking the same, but one which bears the reflection of My Son, for He is accepting of anyone who would call upon…
The identity of man should not be determined through outside forces; these should not be that which tells a man of his worth and value, nor distinguish his place in society. Yet by using a cursory evaluation and making superficial judgments, this is how a man decides who should be viewed as more worthy of attention and acclaim…