A long time ago, I heard a whisper that God’s woman of revelation was born on a tiny Caribbean island. I knew enough about the prophecies to know that the timing was correct. In fact, the timing was flawless. I knew also that she would do everything she had been called to do, despite having to face the most atrocious conditions.
I knew that I was supposed to help her, but I did not know where to begin. When I finally began to help her, I saw that instead of helping, I had become a hindrance. I had begun to say what the devil wanted me to say. I had cast aside the wisdom of God, and replaced it with the foolishness of men. I know that it was only because of her stalwart commitment to truth that the previous Blogs have been written as they are. Without her, the foolishness of men would have prevailed.
I need no more evidence of who she is than her stalwart commitment to truth. I need no more proof that she is indeed God’s woman of revelation, than her desire, yes, her unfailing, unfettered desire, to manifest the promises of God’s kingdom. When all has been said and done, I will feel proud that God gave me a small part of helping to manifest those promises.