I had a vision where the Daughters of the Most High linked arms, eyes lifted heavenward, palms uplifted in supplication. 
We bowed our hearts. 
Together our knees hit the floor

And heaven rolled with thunder as they hit.

This earthquake shook the foundations of the earth. Into the very pit of hell our prayers reached- tentacles of white light scattering demons everywhere, trembling in terror at the sound of the saints intercession.

The Word was opened, Yahweh’s very existence pouring forth from it’s pages. 
Powers and dominions screamed as the Sword separated bone and marrow, soul and spirit.

And heaven rolled with the thunder of their cries.

The echo of our voices raised in thanksgiving,
supplication, joy, sorrow, and beseeching left principalities deaf… rulers and authorities mute.

The holy ones are praying!

The daughters of the King are united!
The Warrior Women are marching forth!

Heaven rolled with the thunder of our footsteps and Hell’s gates dissolved at the reverberations of it.

When our heads bow and our knees bend, when our arms raise and our mouths open.

When we PRAY

Thunder rolls in heaven and the real battle begins.

Are you ready sister? Will you join me in this war? The war to end all wars?

May our war be fought on our knees,

on our faces,

on the floor.

Gird up dear ones-

And let the thunder of our prayers reverberate throughout eternity.