Oh My Precious, precious little ones. How I love you and how I would love to drape Myself over you and shield you from the wicked evil one. But I can’t do that. I need you active in My Kingdom to be about the Father’s business. But the one thing I can do is send My angelic Host to fight your battles for you.

Be on the alert and be on the lookout; for there are so many wonderful things going on all around about you that I need you to see and work with.

This is a mighty move that cannot be stopped and I need each and every worker working in the fields at this given time.

The harvest is so ripe and must be plucked out of the ground NOW! There is absolutely no time to waste. You are able to do this thing, or I would not be sending you into the fields.

Joel 3:13-14 (NKJV)
13 Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Come, go down; For the winepress is full, The vats overflow– For their wickedness is great.”
14 Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision! For the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision.

Revelation 14:14-20 (NKJV)
14 Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.
15 And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, “Thrust in Your sickle and reap, for the time has come for You to reap, for the harvest of the earth is ripe.”
16 So He who sat on the cloud thrust in His sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped.
17 Then another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.
18 And another angel came out from the altar, who had power over fire, and he cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, “Thrust in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully ripe.”
19 So the angel thrust his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine of the earth, and threw it into the great winepress of the wrath of God.
20 And the winepress was trampled outside the city, and blood came out of the winepress, up to the horses’ bridles, for one thousand six hundred furlongs.