HAVE I NOT SPOKEN?

Feel the holes in my hands, feel the wounds in my side. I was wounded for your transgressions, I was bruised for your iniquity, the chastisement for your peace was upon me and by my stripes you were healed. How dare you doubt me ability to save you, who do you think you are. Have I not said it, will it not come to pass? Have I not spoken, will I not make it good?

As we sang the ‘Set them free’ song, I saw javelins moving across the sky like lightening, they seemed to tearing up the sky like cloth as they passed. The sky was in shreds and began to drop down like torn ribbons but when the pieces of torn sky hit the ground, it caused big explosions. And I heard the Lord ask, ‘Are you people ready for the answers to your prayers?’
The picture changed to a comet [it looked like the sun] moving fast across the sky. In its wake multiple other comets began their own journey across the sky in different directions. In their own wakes even more comets came out and started their own journey until the whole sky was a net/web of moving light. Then the question was asked ‘who will be the first to start?’

Habakkuk 3:11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.

Sis FO
10th July, 2019