Prophecy through Sis. Julie Betz
Oh Child of Mine, the hour is late. Pick up your pen and write My Words for ears to hear. As the economy spirals downward and the earth shakes with judgements, so as now the time of famine. The scales have tilted upon the land of plenty, and My much loved land will see devastation.
You elite that think you are better than My people, your end will be like Pharaoh. For you hide things of supply in your rocks and you transpire for the demise of Mine. Whoa to you hypocrites, for at the appointed time Mine will be rescued. For My plans and purposes will take place. For you are like fleas to Me and I will shake you off.
For I AM who I say I AM and there is no other, for My chosen will rise up and help My own for we are all one and you will not stand against Me. For I who call upon the winds and the sea – you shall surely see what I will do.
I will make caverns out of your underground palaces and you who eats ice cream you will surely scream. For I have spoke and it shall be. Those who call upon Me and draw near to Me you shall surely have Me and be filled with My Spirit from on high.
Hebrews 4:13, 16
13 And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.
16 Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.