I see Jesus hanggliding over Boulder Valley. I am riding on the tip of the hang glider. We ride the waves of the wind are in total freedom.
We both are signing together the halleluia to God and Father.
There is joy. Overwhelming joy is all about us. We do flips and tricks and whatever we want. Nothing is constricting.
Even the rain parts around us. Wherever we go, it is perfect.
I hear war drums in the mountains. But, these drums are for God. What used to be satan rituals is now turned to praise for our God.