9 Months

That’s it: nine months. In the time it takes to birth a child, the curse will be lifted.

If only I could also see the birth of a righteous nation turning back to Yah; but scriptures foretold that not all of us would welcome this transition. Not all of us will turn back to Yah.

Surely, though, I see the winds of change, as I drive down the narrow streets of the south on a cloudy, rain-soaked morning, that familiar scent of swamp with a hint of something else, rises up to my nostrils. I smell the blood of my ancestors buried beneath the earth in these old slave states. It lingers in the air after a rain.

Oh, I can imagine how Abel’s blood cried out to Yah when his brother Cain killed him in the fields long ago. Yah heard his cries, as I am sure he hears the cries of all our ancestors who’ve been hanged, castrated, burned alive, raped, stabbed, and buried beneath these paved roads, highways, streets, and manicured lawns.

Every time it rains the scent wafts up, their blood crying out. Just nine more months and the curse will be lifted; the last great curse. Our sentence for our rebellion will be fully served, then the nation will give birth. Not a physical fleshly one, but a birth on a spiritual new page, to honor the name of our Elohim for all the world to see!

MRS. KINGDOM PREPPER
November 2018

sentence is fully served as of August 20, 2019

Then Yah said to Abram, “Know for certain that your offspring will be sojourners in a land that is not theirs and will be servants there, and they will be afflicted for four hundred years.”