A Word
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: My Child; 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…