The end of winter is passing and I enjoyed the fresh blooms beginning to emerge for flowers with an eye upon newly budding tree limbs. Standing underneath one of them I could hear an anticipation of what is to come; a bursting forth in newness and beauty.
Looking over the city I love, my heart felt desire to share the passion burning within. An hour is upon us for real change. I soaked in my surroundings. I wanted to be reminded of those who had stood here before me through the years. The pioneers who had plowed this ground from the very first day they came to be here. The harvest belongs to them as well. How I longed for my eyes to be open to the great cloud of witnesses who have been waiting for this time.
Amo 9:13 (NKJV) “Behold, the days are coming,” says the LORD, “When the plowman shall overtake the reaper, And the treader of grapes him who sows seed; The mountains shall drip with sweet wine, And all the hills shall flow with it.
Amo 9:13 (Message) “Yes indeed, it won’t be long now.” GOD’s Decree. “Things are going to happen so fast your head will swim, one thing fast on the heels of the other. You won’t be able to keep up. Everything will be happening at once–and everywhere you look, blessings! Blessings like wine pouring off the mountains and hills.