My love for your rings true off of my tongue, and I’m not done, with the confessions of my heart. I see the spark of great change, and a new dawn, between us and our family destiny. Your the reason I have hope in these late days, and the constant stream of inspiration I drawn upon like a life spring or well of love. We are part of the last days of the old system of things, and on the cusp of new ground we are digging foundations upon. I long to build a shrine to your divinity, and keep my prayers centred there, and sending warm wishes your way my dear. I pray for your safety, and that we together can withstand, whatever these late moments throw at us. I don’t want to look away from your direction, and keenly focus my affection to radiate in your direction. Only little time is left for a miracle, and I see the hands of grace and providence, interweaving our destinies together into a lifeline and a safety rope, entwined and strengthened by us.
Where 2 or more are gathered in the name of Yahweh, there in their midst God is present. Therefore, let us be the togetherness of Christ-centred Messiahship, and saving forces of living worship. We cannot catch the wind with our hands, but our wings can take us to new heights. I feel like I’ve had a difficult time describing to you, my visions of our angelic restoration, but I hope you too believe, that angels again can walk this Earth, like in days of old, and that in the names of Mary and Yeshua, we can be closer and untied in our spirits, minds, and bodies. Our family is of nobility, and your birthright, my honour to serve. I would be happy to be the strong arm, that rests on your shoulder, and comforts you in dark moments as we step into the unknown. I am grateful you are going to walk with me through this, and that I am not a lone bird trying to navigate the skies. You are a lighthouse, and a beacon, and I am grateful for your signals of love, and words of truthfulness. I appreciate you, and your blessed presence is my destination. I can’t bear the distance between us, and the thought of not bowing to the grace that connects us across space and time.
I am too, in need of a miracle, and nothing can make up for lost time, and the spent years apart. Please be my heavenly saviour, and I your knight in shining armour, swooping in to save the day and capture your heart. These moments we spend are in a civilization that’s time has come. Let it not end in ruin, but let the lights we lift, be signs of determination and resilience, to adapt and survive even apocalyptic events. Let us not go into the dusk of unknown, without shining the love that we have devoted from across the world. Cyberspace is not close enough, when I still can’t hold you in my arms, and tell you I love you. Connecting across fibre optics at light-speed, does not bridge the gap between us with enough closeness for me to be satisfied. I want to cradle our baby, and know that God’s gift to us, to commemorate our bond, was new life and the first fruits of a noble family. There would be no greater honour for me, then to serve that family with the upmost care and desires for the blessed promises of God to radiate in legacy. I would be a great father to a babe at your bosom, and a good husband to a wife, I just hope you can dream big, and see our divine appointment to have an encounter.
The signs of the times, and the late hour on the calendar, makes me disquieted, and I am longing to hope for the best of outcomes, but cannot foresee, the unfolding of our days. I won’t stop sending my love, and longing for your security in my arms. I will protect you, and stand firm in my vows to serve you, and the family I desire to have. There’s victory in upholding the promises of the Godhead, and spreading the blessing outward like a ripple in a lake. I want to make a big splash with you, and stir up the waters, and see just how far we can venture, into uncharted places. I’m encouraged knowing you are there, at the helm of the ship, and that the path your chartering, is founded in ancient miracle footsteps, upon the water’s surface. I want to step upon that path with you, and see our ancestors smiles upon their decedents. Nothing would honour me more than stepping forward into our interceding provision, and Yahweh’s intervention into history. Hallowing God’s will, and fulfilling our destiny, will lead to overflowing abundance of joy, and endless blessings to share together. Blessed are your efforts, and deeds, to reach to the Lord, and be swept up in the air, and called forth by the trumpet blast.
I desire to renew my understanding of you, and wake up to you on a daily basis, safe and sound on the course we walk. I value you, and see a priceless treasure in your fertility to bear Abraham’s promise, and Adam’s seed. You are of God, and I too have come from the Lord, from a far off place, to synthesize and connect at our charkas. May you be fully aware that my offering is my life essence, and servitude to uphold the chalice and drink from your cup. You are the holy grail, and an endless stream of life giving waters, and I break bread and give you part of myself, and my body, to fill you up with nourishment, and courage. We can face these times that lack, with providing power, and sacramental blessings, so everyone can eat and drink and be merry.
Let the grain grow in Jesus name, and the waters of life flow from the name of Mary. May that communion of our great ancestors, be channeled through us, and provided to the world, through our obedience to the will, plan, and purpose of our God. I pray we can be conduits of world peace, and triumphant over adversity in this late hour, and see the power of God, breakthrough into history’s fruition, and a climactic moment of choice. May we choose one another’s safety, and hold true to our values, and creed, and vows to embrace. May we do this in honour of all those who went before us, and all who will come after, from a place of sovereign majesty, and nobility. Thank thee, for your continued observance of my heart cry, and that my ministry unto you, does not return void, but truly blesses you with new vision, and consciousness. Amen
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