Windmill Effect

Set your eyes upon me, do not let your heart be set again on the cares of this life. I am with you, I am your strength, you ever present help in time of need. I have answered your call. Do you yet fear? Do you yet doubt? The time is come, I bring all that is hidden into the light. My judgment shall rest as a light unto my people. Set it within that you will not err. Let my joy be your strength. Though the enemy rises as a flood, I raise my standard. You are pressed down my people but not destroyed, persecuted yet not abandoned. The world itself groans for redemption. They have chosen their way. Let them be. Look for them, the hurt, the wounded, those I have called. Save some pulling them out of the fire, hating the garment spotted by the flesh. I am a king and I will come in all my power and glory. When you see me will you be like me? I have called, let all them who have an ear hold not their voice. Let him who is righteous be righteous still for the ungodly will no longer prosper. I raise my standard. All the enemy has intended for your evil I will work for your good.

A few years ago the Lord gave me a vision which he reminded me of after he spoke the word to me. Then I understood it for what it meant but now I see its fulfillment. I was overlooking a large field, very beautiful, green flowing grass with mountains in the distance. Covering the field where windmills ( of the older sort, made of wood ). There were hundreds of them all in this field all seemed to be facing different directions, all seem to be built to different specifications. A man was posted by each windmill, all seemed to be waiting for something. I found my self standing by a windmill and I saw the Lord standing with me overlooking my windmill. Then he turned to me and said "Remember my words: All I have spoken will come to pass". At that instant I felt a wind start to blow. Soon the wind seemed to be at hurricane force. All the windmills facing the wrong direction, built incorrectly, or had the slightest imperfection where torn to pieces. Then I looked at the windmill before me. Instead of being destroyed the blades spun faster and faster until I started to see a glow come from within the windmill. It started to shine ever brighter then the vision ended. The Lord reminded me of two scriptures: If the Lord is not the builder of the house it will surly fall and You will shine more and more unto the perfect day. Many say they serve God, many say they do all the right things. The field represents Christians, not just any, but those who did believe in preparing. Those who believed enough to build a windmill. All were gathered together in the same place, all seemed to be waiting. It brings to remembrance the foolish and the wise virgins. All slumbered and slept until the cry came, yet all were virgins, yet only half had the oil. And when the wind finally came, when every mans work was tried, when those whose works were burnt up and that door was shut, the difference was made, who was his and who wasn't. The Lord gave me the understanding the wind is trial and refinement for them that endure, but to them who hold the truth in unrighteousness its is their fall. Yet even within us the wind blows harder, strain is put upon ever joint of the windmill, pushing it to its limit. Yet the Lord shows us every weakness before it becomes catastrophic, his strength being made perfect in our weakness. This wind though is only now though, it is to only come once. If you miss it(meaning it breaks you or refines you), misjudge or don't care enough to change, you will be counted with them outside the door where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. May we have an ear to hear what the Spirit is saying.

With Love in Christ,
Austin