Do you see the Bright Clouds, Beloved?  They are Clouds of My Glory.  My Grace has fallen upon you like the rain.

Return to your Stronghold, you prisoners of hope: even to day do I declare that I will render double unto you.

I AM He who is infinite and limitless.  You dwell in the Secret Place of the Most High.  The God who created the universe has become your Dwelling Place.

Beloved.  Come to Me with a heart full of confidence.  I AM not an earthly king who surrounds himself with impassable barriers and abides in great seclusion.

Be encouraged, Child of God.  You will never be forsaken.  You are His Beloved, His intercessors, His Warriors whom the enemy fears.

Beloved.  I know that you are in a serious trial.  You have wondered if you have a future and a hope.  Fear not, My Child.  I AM your Kingsman Redeemer.

In a vision, I saw many wings moving powerfully and all positioned close to each other. I asked our Father what it was. I heard, “I AM gathering My Eagles.”