I love you Father.  This is your time.  Friends, the things that are given to you as reminder that this world was never meant to be done alone.  Events, the things meant to present difficulties from which men make history. Days fraught with difficulty, worry and concern closely resembling foretold description.  Breathing in frustration and breathing out courtesy, testimony to changes within machinery.  If patience is going to do it work, then it demands cooperation with this cyclic purification.  Taking in world, giving out spirit, as the flame cleanses. A clean spring, having nothing poisonous at source.

These are the days for men of honor, courage and a clear relationship with You.  Songs whistled together, ticking out in time the faith in the Rock beneath their boots.  Times for either pride and worldly inclusion or quiet separation, tending to flocks and fences.  Excitement seeing these men come forth born in the forge of this moment’s demand. Strength in short supply, arduous work ahead, builds champions.  These are the days when mediocre shall be foreign to sturdy hearts, resistant to bite, burn or darkened days of dreary expectation.  A time when boys will once again turn their hearts back to their Father’s craving to learn the things of manhood absent worldly youth.  Silence, respect the attitude of reason and price paid for gathering grain.  The mooring of sturdy vessels prepared for whatever storm, flame or fire come hither.  Men born for this day, forgetting all others but the sweat, tears, blood and treasure paid to buy time, time of preparation to ensure this victory.  Together they smile and wait.

Make it straight for the crooked arrow flies astray and this skinny path demands accuracy and acuity of mind, heart and hand.  Be alert, for the moments will be twinkling, flinches, whispers of time when reaction must be instantaneous.  Spirit the center of conversation, Mothers leading their sons to grasp the force built in emotion. The strength of reason matched to wisdom, sense and faith, knowing what must be done and never wavering simply marching forward with grand expectation.  Courage built upon the Promises of a Father having never once faltered, never once met with failure, never an inkling of fluctuating prophecy.  A Word Assured in the hearts of the men who have written it upon their hearts, inscribed deeply in the surface of their shields, a Word that does not crumble, shake or shiver in the wicked wind.

These are times for the Faithful to Stand Firm, holding on to God’s Promises, overcoming all with their love, their testimonies and their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ’s certain return.  Oh, these men, I am proud to know them and that they are my kin by adoption into the Kingdom of the Most High forever and ever Amen.