Joy On The Eve Of Battle 2

I had a vision of me at the top end of a deep, deep valley that opened up below me as far as my eye could see. It seemed more of a canyon with steep walls all around. As I looked all around up at my level there was immense beauty in all the fiery colors about the sky as the sun was setting. There are reds and golds, blues, magenta, orange and the sun Himself, brilliantly sitting there on the western rim by me. I was amazed at the beauty. God is the master artist. I began thank Him for all he has done, is doing and will do… and for His beautiful art.

 In the valley there are two armies of old. I can see their camps on each side of the great river. There are campfires spotted here and there, glowing orange-yellow in the valley’s monochrome haze below me. Among those tents are minds that are scheming and strategizing for the morning battle. I felt as if the heavens themselves were preparing for battle… They were. There, on OUR side, was a pillar of fire. The pillar was more like a giant column shaped cloud. It had to be miles high and about as wide as the moon when she is full. There was what appeared to be a cross between lightning and fire mixed with electricity all through the cloud. This gave the cloud a glowing/fiery look.

I had left the camp below to proclaim and release into the atmosphere, like every time before a battle, the TRUTH. There I was on the top of the canyon walls playing my flute, offering every note as fragrant worshipping incense, with Joy, On The Eve of Battle. I know the outcome of the battle before it even begins because of whom I serve. For every knee will bow to the King of Kings whose presence is with us….

For we are his bride, his cherished and loved bride.