The wind of My Spirit is but a breeze. Soon, it shall rise up like a mighty wave – a wall of My love pouring forth from the central part of America coming north.
The heat of My wind will scorch the locus who devours the fruit of My harvest. For, surely I have spoken and surely I will act. Time is not out, and time is not constraining me.
Yes, you say that time is run out.
Yes, you say that I have forsaken you.
But, you are mistaken. Listen for the rustling in the trees, and you will know that I AM about to deliver the Philistines into your hand. Only move when I say move, and My glory will encase you.
My love never fails.