Tonight on the way to Rockford a hand appeared in the sky. Clouds and light rays but a hand none the less.
I didn't understand it, I wondered if there was meaning.
There was. Tonight was a raucous wild wonderful night in the fullness of the Holy Ghost. We danced, yelled, jumped up and down and had a wonderful time in the Spirit. I love when that happens.
Then it hit me. The hand had to do with what was happening. I got up and told of it all.
God really moved.
The prophetic releases worship and faith.
Get some.
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