In this time of getting censored and “kicked to the curb” so to speak by the giant social mind washing sites that DARPA had us sucking on like Dum Dum lollipops…like seeds in the wind…without any control over where we would land…many have landed here at the Marshall Report.
In an effort to figure out how to grow and where to go…there was no where to go but up…and in up, specifically and precisely…no where to go but to the Lord, and our Father God. Most of those who found there way here already believed and we each hold our sacred truths in the Word. We each have been well seasoned with our own lifetimes of trials and tribulations. We all landed in the Twilight Zone with a touch of the Wizard of Oz and much Game of Thrones, Black List…and of course we are all now in Alice and Wonderland… waiting to find our way home before we have to battle more flying donkeys. So in this perplexing and most unusual season in the prophesied ages to come….we journey together and have bickered some, praised some, and supported ideas as well as built new friendships and gathered strength from one another.
I see and feel the Holy Spirit working and the mountains are beginning to crumble as each builds faith and focuses on learning to wield the most powerful weapon on earth and in the heavens and that is the power of God, through His Son our King of Kings and Lord of Lords whose Kingdom and Glory is Forever, and the empowering gift of the Holy Spirit!
For fun, I had made a comment that I was going to write a book called “Woman Kicked To The Curb” and put my leg out…and always have to be somewhere in a few minutes like a food line or something. It was a joke. (Those who know, know.) But, then, I kinda liked the idea and wanted to do a funny thing. But in these times…I decided to go in the middle and make it a mix. This of course is not a book, but it is a Fun Cover with a little story I put together to fit the mood of being lifted up and out of a world gone mad. Of course it is an allegory. I hope you enjoy it.
In the middle of Spiritual Warfare, we can often be deceived and tossed about like seeds drifting in the wind, looking for a place to land and take root.
Eager to find where the wind shall take us, we see many beautiful meadows spread out beneath us. In their beauty we hope, “There, there, land me there.” Yet, we drift further out and come upon a land laid barren. “No,” we whisper, “No, not there.” And as though not heard, the wind ceases and we land with other seeds in a barren valley.
“Why here?” we cry, “Why in such a barren ground?”
As we naturally burrow into the ground, we wait and wonder. The gentle rain quenches our thirst and we begin to take root. Time that seems like forever passes in the darkness surrounding much growth. Then, finally a light shines as we begin to miraculously break through the fertile earth… we feel warmth as the sun gently kisses our movement.
As we feel its’ warmth, we lean toward it as we struggle to sprout through the soil, and then the cold night overtakes us as the sun hides with its warmth. We shiver, wondering how long until we again feel the warm kisses of the sun.
At dawns light, we no longer feel the coldness for we withstood it. Time passes and the warm kiss of the sun is felt again. This time there is a stirring inside and miraculously we bud into a new green growth. It is then we recall the barren valley, before the darkness in our planting. We dread to look out, but we must face our lot. We slowly open our eyes…
“How can this be?” we gasp as we behold a valley filled with new growths of all sorts. Each waving in the gentle breeze kissed by the sun. We smile for we have turned a barren valley into a lush green field… each growing strong for a harvest. “The wind was wise to bring us here,” we whisper one by one, and then we shout in unison, “Together we have brought much beauty and joy to this barren land. Hallelujah!”
STAY STRONG AND PRESS INTO THE KINGDOM IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!