The Father Says Today: January 20th, 2024

The Father says today, mark the perfect man, for at the end of that man, there will be peace. Mark the steadfast one who has weathered the storm, who stands amidst the wreckage yet unbowed. Have I not marked you, even as I marked Noah in the desolate expanse of floodwaters? Have I not remembered you, even as I remembered the righteous few amidst a world gone astray? You have looked upon the churning waves of uncertainty, upon the horizon obscured by doubts, and wondered what harbor awaited. But look around you, child. You are still here, aren’t you? Still breathing, still strong, still a testament to My enduring grace. Let tomorrow’s anxieties recede like the tide; spend not your strength on battles unseen. Turn your gaze, your focus, your very being towards Me. As you draw near, My shield of protection comes to bear. Do not doubt that My wind is already stirring, whispering through the trees of your life. It is a wind not of tempest but of deliverance, a gentle current pushing back the tide of fear, hardship, and all that seeks to drown your spirit. This wind will abate the storms that rage within, leaving you standing on firm ground, the echoes of battle fading behind you. This child is My promise, etched in the heavens like the stars themselves.

Mark it well, for it is your guiding light in the darkest hour: expect My wind. Expect the caress of My grace, the unwavering current of My mercy, the mighty gusts of My strength that will scatter your enemies like dust before the sunrise. No shadow will fall upon you that My light cannot pierce. No wave will rise against you that My hand cannot calm. Remember Noah, stepping out onto the sun-drenched earth, the ark a silent testament to the storm he had conquered. This is your fate, too, child. You will emerge from the crucible, not marred but refined, not diminished but strengthened, a beacon of My love in a world hungering for hope. So let the wind carry you. Let it lift you above the din and the doubt. Let it whisper My promise in your ear: you are marked, you are remembered, you are loved. And in that love, you shall find victory every time. Go forth, then, survivor. Go forth and be the witness to My unwavering hand. Walk tall, head held high, for you are the child of the storm, and the storm has yielded to you.