Written On the Wind

Des the Wind Speak to Us ...
Does the quiet blowing of the wind tell us some things?

Is our future history, written on the wind? We're not speaking of strong hurricane type winds, but rather the calm breeze, which makes a warm day more pleasant.
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My blessing is to have had the opportunity to travel in most of the continental States, except a few in the extreme northeast. Most of my real experiences have been in the thirteen States and territories of the Confederacy. Nothing can be so inspiring as to stand on the high ridges of the Smokey or the Blue Ridge Mountains. Particularly in the high country looking toward the northeast as the Shenandoah Valley sweeps toward the horizon with majesty that no lenses or artist brush can capture. The mountain region of Kentucky and Tennessee, so thick with growth, that man's construction disappears amongst the canvas of green. We see the rolling Ozark Mountains of Arkansas; each like a tapestry painted by artists from the realms of glory.
 
Listen quietly for the whisper in the wind!
 
Somehow I can't help but see miracles, and know that the Almighty God of Heaven has formed the Southland out of special material, with his own hands. Even in modern times with over population and industrial growth, the glory shines through. Maybe there's a part of me however small that has been passed down from the Blackfoot Indian branch of my family. Somehow I can see the natural wonders of creation, and the signature of Almighty God, written across the width and breadth of the land in living color. Someone once told me, miracles don't happen! At such times, I am reminded that every item we consume into our bodies comes from the dirt, and sprinkled with our Heavenly Father's raindrops. Water pours from a cool Southern mountain stream or a country brook, more pure then any man made refinery is capable of cleansing.

Standing alone for a moment in one of those high places, just to observe, is a very moving experience. The mind ponders the story of a people and a land; their history, heritage and culture, written on the wind. The concept that that history could possibly be written on the wind in such a manor, that it can not be revised, diluted or driven into extinction. On those high ridges looking toward the far horizons, a sweet smelling savor blows across the Southland. My ears strains to hear if possible, the voice of the Living God whispering in the wind. 'If he can create all these things, could he not bring back the Southern People and the Confederacy from the four winds of heaven?'
 
There is the age old question as to the future of the Confederate people and nation? The fingers of Almighty God carved the earth and the moon, and sent them spinning through the galaxies of space. Surely he can rise up a generation of Southern People, if necessary, out of the very dust of the earth, and restore the blessings to them. Afterward laying their enemies at their feet?'
 
Somehow as the wind blows in my face, the wind mocks the historical revisionist, and points a finger of warning at those who would drive all that is Confederate and Southern into extinction. Just as all these things were blown away with the wind, they shall one day return in glory, splendor and nobility. My heart sees that long after the words written by the hands of man, have been corrupted and returned to the dust. The words of Almighty God, written on the wind, will continue to blow across the Southland.
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His divine providence has set an appointed moment and time! Wherein just as he spoke to Lazarus lying in the tomb, "...Lazarus come forth…" he will in like manor, speak to the Confederate People. Could it be that we as a separate and distinct people and nation, we have an appointment hour with the Divine Providence of Almighty God, written on the scrolls of heaven. A moment posted on the calendar of heaven grace, since before the dawn of time!

Yes, I see miracles, and his spirit moves within me! Our people have their differences, and seem reluctance to reach down and pick up the mantle, laid to rest by our forefathers. Yet there is a power greater then ourselves has already scripted our future. He alone knows the beginning, the rebirth and the ending. When time has full come, he will roll back the northern armies, and purge their presence from the Southland. Then
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The Almighty God will in due course of time rise up the Confederacy upon a high hill, lighting the way in a dark world. This people land nation shall then become a living witness and an example to those who believe. An earthly kingdom cannot be maintained without a Heavenly Father. He and He alone, will one day lift our banner higher and more securely, and then it has ever flown. On that day, all the earth will behold! This is what I see Written on the Four Winds of heaven!

God save the Confederacy