by Pamela Russell
Even now are the clouds of heaven churning and warring for there is a battle in heaven, yea, even Satan and Michael fighting for the souls of my children on the earth, yea, even now. For when he is defeated surly he shall come roaring back to earth to devour all the silly souls who have scoffed at my Word—at my Name and at the Almighty God. For then shall they see the sign of the Son of God in the heavens and they shall be overcome by all that they had rejected.
Be steadfast then, that ye may pray-in those who teeter on the edge of belief, for it is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the Living God. Terrible in Might and Power, Terrible in Beauty and Glory, for my hands are pierced and my side is opened—“come in –come in.”
Ye have the Power of the Most High, for do I not dwell in thee? Have I not brought thee forth for just such a time as this? Fail not to answer when I call thee and seek me in all thy ways, for I am thy father and they mother and all that I have is thine inheritance, saith the Lord.