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The Journal of A. Paige White Three floors
03/29/2009 06:53 a.m.
Three floors high
I sit rocking in the wind
in Atlanta.
It took an hour to get from the lake on HWY 49 to my house Friday. The destruction to our city is massive. I sat there in my car and cried for my city. I cried out to God for our city. We have been humbled.
I thank God for the breeze of His spirit even when He chooses to blow like this. Such a blow.
Tonight's prophecy was another wind. It's a windy season. In my 44th year of life, I see our 44th president be a black man. How awesome. I pray for him to get Godly wisdom. Nothing less will do. What a beautiful time we spent tonight, just worshiping the windmaker. We were tending our sails. It was another hilarious service. I love the laughter in the love He inhabits. It was unbelievable. The dancing was like David's around the ark of the covenant. To be given at His hand, the privilege of our praise to take the vacant spot Lucifer opened with his fall over His throne is beyond my comprehension. I saw the eternal now of it changing to lightening and thunder. Certainly it is all His doing. Mankind cannot aspire to reach such a place for our praise.
And some people really don't even realise there is a God.
How can this be? Such extremes in polarity. So many diagnosed with bipolar disease of the mind. More extreme in polarity and according to the prophet it's going to get worse. The buzzards will be coming, are coming, to the dead. While we are borne upward on eagle's wings above the reach of the snake. Only He can carry us there. We don't have the wings for it, but why would I want any wings I could make when I can be carried on the wings of The King?
More change is on the way. What joy! May the hope of His favor and the joy of His love be present with us always in all ways and spread to the ends of the earth. Even so, Come, Lord Jesus! We adore you.
I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to More winds for flying
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