Work in Progress.

There is a reason the world seems more at rest under a thick layer of misty fog.

Anticipation, but first peace. A comfort is found in the weight of what should be its normal state.

By the wrong of one the whole world began to shrivel and die, but the weight of the fog reminds the ground that soon restoration will be found.

Like the temple being pressed down under the glory, the death and decay shall be pressed and destroyed one day under a greater glory.

The habitation of glory. The erasing of all that has destroyed. The pausing of death. Through the mist that reminds of how thick the incense of worshipful prayer should be, the shadow of how pressing the glory should be calls out to us.

Let My praises fill the Earth. Never cease to thicken the atmosphere with that which allows Me to inhabit and shake off all that I have dominion over. All that I have created desires My presence to fall and eliminate for all time the curse that struck down the cycle of life. See the mist. See the fog.

See the way it diffuses the light of the sun. Every ray goes a thousand directions as will my power if you fill the Earth with my praises and worship me.

Let the thickness and beauty of the mist always be a reminder to you of the power and presence of your worship.

©Kristen Garcia 7-2013