The Promise

As a warrior of the Trinity, we know that God is with us. Although we may fall in the fight against evil, we know and believe that God is victorious.

Even through hurt, we will continue to fight until we draw that last breath on this earth. Fighting the battle of the Lord is the worthiest mission we can hope to be a part of.

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…..I look down and I find myself on a dirt path in hilly country, with some trees off to each side of the road.

As I progress higher, there is a sword just lying in the path; old, well used, cracks in the blade, coated with a layer of dust. A little further up the path, a shield and mace are laying on the ground at the edge of the path. The shield dented and pitted from heavy use.

As the path continues up, I see whole suits of armor, even sandals, lying across the road as if someone had just stripped them off and laid them down. Some gear was covered in dust and other suits appeared to just have been placed there.

I hear swords striking each other and I see a warrior of the Trinity battling evil from all sides.  I rush to help and we push back the offenders into the shadows.  I turn around to see the warrior fall from a mortal wound.  It is only when I get a look, do I realize the warrior is a woman.  And in an instant, her body fades away and all that remains is her armor and a sword.

Continuing my walk up the road, I see more weapons and armor strewn about the area, as if a large battle had taken place right here.  Rounding another corner on the path, I see large mounds, 6 feet high and 10 feet deep, of weapons, armor, shields and helmets neatly stacked some 100 feet off the path.  As I look forward, the piles extend forward as far as I can see.

I walked what seemed to be hours and made what was to be my last turn in the path, and about a quarter of a mile ahead was the gate of Heaven.  I noticed the armor lined the path all the way to the wall holding Heaven’s Gate.

As I neared the Gate, I could see warriors; men and women, old and young, in different states of dress.  Some taking off their armor, some without it as they just appear at the Gate.  Those taking off armor were stacking it to the side of the path.

As I continued to walk closer, I could see children and adults of all ages also appearing before the Gate.  Everyone, warriors or not, appeared to have afflictions; scars, broken limbs, some bent over and limping and many crying.  Then I witnessed each one walk through the Gate.  I sped up, walking faster, to try to learn what was actually happening. Just as I approached the line of people, I was stopped by a guardian of the Gate to Heaven.

I asked why I was able to see all I had and was seeing. He told me it was gift from God.

As I looked to the front of the line, I could see the people; broken, hurting and beat down, crossing the threshold of the Gate and restored.  What were battle weary and scarred, crippled individuals before; healthy, vibrant and free people strode off into Heaven. No scars, no pain, no tears. Just Grace and Glory.

Some people were transformed as they passed into Heaven.  Some small children looked older, even adult age, while some adults became younger.  But every person appeared without pain, without fear.

I turned to the guardian and asked why some people were transformed, whether younger or older and some appeared to be restored only.

The guardian told me that God always promised us Restoration.  Those that were transformed, either younger or older, was God making them what He had planned for them.

The guardian then told me to leave since my time had not come.  He told me to tell people what I saw and to tell all that the Restoration is real and certain.

I asked on more question about the piles of armor and swords. The guardian told me in Heaven there is no need for armor, since the battles each person has fought are over.

So, I have written about what God has allowed me to see a few months ago.  I have not done justice to the images I have seen, but I hope you understand the delivered Promise to each of us.

Grace and Glory await us. Pain will not endure. Scars will not exist.

We will be with the Trinity.