Wanted to let you guys know, I am still working on the behind-the-scenes tidying up.  All you mothers out there remember the “nesting” you instinctively did just before Baby came, and all you married folks recall the flurry of activity in planning your wedding, it’s that kind of thing.

The Lord seemed to put an urgency in me starting early Monday morning to suddenly do this.  I sort of think it may be a final tying up of loose ends for this blog, which will remain behind as a witness once I (and all those who are saved), am out of here.

All that flurry of recent months, slogging through massive piles of “media” to keep up with the many streams of significant developments, and then all of a sudden………….. the calm before the storm.  I get this Holy Spirit inkling, that has released me from the urgency, like crush-time is over, whether for good or for now, I don’t know.

Seems sort of like the day of a big exam, the moments before the doors open to the classroom, when you know that regardless of how much or how little you have done to prepare, the moment is upon you and there is nothing else you can do but to ride the wave wherever it’s going to take you. I hope you’ll indulge me as I borrow from a secular source to make a spiritual illustration, here.

Think about the movie Finding Nemo, when Dory and Marlin take the amazing ride with Crush, Squirt and friends, on the EAC (East Australian Current) to their final destination (P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney).  They had all sorts of obstacles, setbacks, discouragements, and qualms, as they set out to find Nemo, and the neurotic Marlin, who particularly didn’t have an adventurous bone in his cautious little fish body, was pretty reluctant  when he was advised this route would be his best bid for finally getting where he needed to go.  As it turned out, it was the ride of his life!

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That may seem like a pretty daft comparison for something as serious as the period leading up to the Tribulation, but that’s just  how much peace that I have.  That whole “men’s hearts failing them with fear” is not in reference to the Saved. It doesn’t apply to us.  We do not have anything to fear.  Unfortunately you wouldn’t know that by some of the blogs and websites that also post on the end time topics.  There is such a clamor about the approaching evil.  All the stuff that is coming in the tribulation, will be horrific, don’t get me wrong.  It’s just that the whole point of Christians telling others about the coming tribulation, is the GOOD NEWS that no one has to go through it, if they will just call upon the name of the Lord and get saved, they can be delivered from the wrath that’s coming.  Those who are hidden in Christ are not appointed to wrath. And the run-up to the big moment, well, this is what I’m trying to say by my comparison to the “Gnarly ride on the EAC”, man what we are going to witness between now and our redemption, can’t help but be exciting and awesome from our perspective.

It is time for people to make sure their affairs are in order.

Well, just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still house-cleaning, and may be doing so for a while.  Take a breather yourselves, reflect on the fact that this here thing called life on Earth, is probably just about over for God’s called-out people of the Grace-Age.  We’re going home to our “promised land”.

Life “as we have known it” is going to be over for everyone else soon as well.  I think that is something that most people agree on regardless of their ideology.

Here is a random thought, on Jade Helm.  As congress has been rendered superfluous by Obama (though they will never stop drawing their salaries), what if our Military also is essentially unhitched from its CIC?  I mean, if the best Brokeback Obumbler can do is force out a few  of the high ranked conservative old-style died-in-the-wool career-guys, and let in a few girly-boys, at best the yes-men he put in their place might only be there for intel purposes.  What if the folks Bagaak Obooboo hacked off, got together and planned a little payback?  Wait, now, stay with me.  We saw a video the other day that showed where a Wal Mart in Arizona, had a huge portion of the inner floor cut up and removed so that some work could be done apparently underneath the store, like, oh, I don’t know, terror tunnels?  Okay, the whole Jade Helm thing is the butt of every degree of conspiracy speculation, but something is up, clearly.

Considering the fact that, as my husband so aptly puts it, WalMart is the “Factory Outlet” for China, there is really no telling.  You follow?  So the military is still largely comprised of true patriots.  The sheriffs are pretty much majority pro-constitution, and the police, well, may be a split down the middle there, but I think they’re growing anti-government by the day.  Regardless, one thing everyone figures on is war conditions on U.S. soil, the only question is who will the aggressors be?  Who will  the warring parties be?

Picture it: The globalists, with the inside assistance of the El Presedente, and the outside help of Russia and China, whose soldiers have been reportedly seen training here frequently in recent years, allow (or fake) an ISIS attack, which the Mexican drug cartels and other sundry outlaws will take advantage of like Ferguson and Baltimore rioters on steroids, and the order goes out to DHS and the military for Jade Helm to go live.  At that point, the patriots among the military, stand down and go find a Viet Nam Vet or an Oathkeeper to ascertain how to join the resistance, along with militia, Sheriffs, cops, Biker Clubs, and a couple million armed citizens. (Those seventy armed ISIS militants just threw down their guns and ran away like the coward sissies that they are). And it’s Game ON!

Hey, everyone else and their brother has their theory, I figure mine is as good as anyone else’s.  Although, if you don’t hear from me again, maybe you’d better start looking around for the nearest Oathkeeper, see what you can find out.  You’ll probably never read the page-ten mention of the small-time blogger who died under mysterious circumstances (when the government sends a mosquito drone through my open back door to inject me with pancuronium bromide). It’s all good.  I know where I’m going and I’ll see ya there!
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