It’s your season. Take up your wings and fly on the wind God is providing for you to fly. No longer will you be tail end, but you shall arrive just in time. Dance like there is no tomorrow, even though all you see is the rain. God said how else will the harvest grow unless he watered it. I know it seems hard to believe that after all this time God has finally come just for you. Don’t waste time thinking, but saddle your donkey because all is well in your life, and your destiny is not only in view, but you can reach out and touch it.
Writings From The Heart