Vision

September 3, 2006

A heavy mist hung in the air on the top of Prayer Mountain.

The last three days we have needed to engage in much warfare.  I could barely make it up here to the top of the mountain.  It is either that the humidity is dense or just your plain old demonic attack.  But Al and I kept pressing through.

Now that we are here on top, it is so quiet and beautiful. Suddenly, wisps of air came toward me and wrapped around me.

These almost invisible spirits began to speak to me:

“We are here to comfort you,” they said together.  It was strange because it was air speaking.

“Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, says The Lord.”  Again, this was spoken in unison.

As they continued to pass by me on the ridge, they said:

“You see, we are moving back the mist.”  Indeed the mist was breaking up.

“Be comforted, Anna, for it is the Holy One’s will,” they almost purred as they spoke together.

“Have you been assigned here?” I asked.  There seemed to be a shimmering and a shining within the air.

“There would be no way to minister His character without Comfort.  We are here for you and the others who come.  Do you feel better?” the air asked together.

“I do. Thank you, “ I said to the Spirits of Comfort.

It was like their assignment had ended – therefore, they departed.