Champions get their reward. They wear a crown of perseverance. I call you My champions. Rejoice for the spoils have gone to the Victor. Stand firm as you are crowned with lovingkindness. The Victor’s wreath is glorious and shines before all men. You cannot be hidden. I am showcasing My Champions.
A victory parade is in store. Those in attendance will be overcome with rejoicing in My goodness. It is time to celebrate. Put away the sackcloth of mourning and adorn yourself in the beauty of My holiness. It is like no other celebration to ever be seen. Triumph in heaven is coming to Earth. It is glorious!