I hear the Lord say, “My winds of change are blowing to bring life and to bring transformation – to bring change. My Spirit is in the winds that pour down from my Throne Room and over the Earth. These winds bring change and a shift into the Earth realm, an acceleration of my Spirit to shift the destiny of many. I ride on the winds of change; as you yield to the winds I have sent, you yield to me.”
In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; they trembled because he was angry. Smoke rose from his nostrils; consuming fire came from his mouth, burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him – the dark rain clouds of the sky.