I see witches flying around on brooms over the valley – many of them. But, I stand in my tank at the north gate (Dakota Ridge) ready to shoot. There is a mass flurry of activity. They are flying in and out of caves in the mountains like bats. And, they have the eyesight of bats.
There is no purpose in their flying. They are without direction and aimlessly moving about the skies, but there is great intent in their actions.
I see other saint lying in wait along the valley floor. They have huge spotlights ready to shine their lights upon the witches at the appropriate time.
The battle is near, but it is not yet time. There are weak curses casted upon the saints. Those not rooted deeply in the Spirit fall to the curses. Those that are rooted easily deflect them. The LORD is positioning and preparing. Healing is coming to the wounded. Restoration is happening right now. Rest is the word. REST.
As we renew ourselves in Him, there is increase. Out of love, increase is coming. Out of rest, obedience brings restoration. Both are needed as the plans that were drawn long ago are communicated to the prophets. Generals are being quickened.
The dead will soon give up the dead.
I have my pilgrim gun again. This time, it is shined up and the mouth of it is bigger. I fits right onto my tank in the turret and carries a heavy shot. The time will soon be upon us.
“Humility” is the name of my gun.