The road awaits the touch and sound of feet, eagerly pouncing on opportunity to confirm, validate and express. What does your mind foresee? So many needs, the world waiting and hoping the Sons of God stand up.

This is no dream. This is no practice round or rehearsal. Those determined to be counted and recognized will be challenged. For many this is the moment upon which eternity has waited.

No judgment. No determination or review. Your walk, unless seeking insight is between you and Christ. The Word will be spoken. Some will listen and prevail many will continue as yesterday.

The provision is already ordered, the hope true and yet many still prefer doubt to promise. What gain is found in worry, deadline and the immolation of flesh when spirit rests easy?

There are no requirements but the yearning ear and feet of prophets, trainers and saints. None know the day that could be this one. If such occurred the world would be shaken beyond the core of man’s imagination.

What season have we entered unaware? What remains to acknowledge the return of Almighty? What does it mean to be unappointed to wrath and what is this anger armed against?

Do shaky feet acknowledge the weight of time and unfolding eons? Loam, upon sand upon loose gravel makes no launch or parapet for heroes. The Rock upon which men find hope is all that remains as the King approaches.