The Height of the Father's Arm

I saw the Father standing in a field. He was dressed in white. The field was fully planted and grain was the crop. The crop looked golden already and still growing in this field. The Father raised up His arm straight out in front of Him. I saw that the crop was not high enough to meet the height of the Father's arm. He said:

This is the harvest of this day and this generation. When the crop reaches My arm, then the harvest foretold will begin.

The arm of the Father is mighty, and His harvest will be those He calls:

" Whosoever will"

See how you may help Him to have a harvest that is fruitful, and full, that all those to whom we could have given our Treasure, were not passed by and forgotten. We are the vessels, we are the planters along with Him, going to all He would lead us to find, to give the hope that smashes despair, the hope that shines to the deepest part of our sorrow and wounds. Let us be found giving a harvest to the One who held nothing back from us, who counted no cost, and led us into our freedom in the light.