In the early morning hours of July 29, I couldn’t sleep so I got up to pray and write in my journal. This came:
Batten down the hatches, for a great wind is coming. It will blow the chaff out from the wheat in order to put the wheat in My barns.
A time of great shaking—a strong winnowing is coming. The chaff will be blown away in the strong wind. The time of separating has come. My cup of wrath grows full—even to the brim.
Those who have thought themselves so clever will discover their utter folly; their utter foolishness.
The first tricklings of the avalanche have begun—so minute many have not yet noticed it. Others who are on watch see its beginnings but cannot fathom the magnitude and scope of its ruin. The downfall will be great. It will cause many to turn and repent. For others, they will only go farther into their sinfulness, cursing Me with even their last breath.
It’s sheep and goat time. Those who call on the name of the Lord will be saved; the others will go to condemnation. Each one may make his choice. I would that all would be saved—but each one makes their choice.