The world feels still as you sit on a soft hill, wrapped securely in the arms of the Lord. The golden grass beneath you glows in the warmth of a setting sun, while the sky above stretches endlessly, painted with hues of soft blues and fiery oranges. His robes flow like rivers of light, shimmering gently as if they carry the essence of heaven itself. His presence is everything—strong yet tender, vast yet intimate, majestic yet close enough to feel His heartbeat.

  You look up at Him, your wide eyes filled with wonder, curiosity, and the quiet trust of a child. His gaze meets yours, overflowing with love so deep and pure it feels as though the entire universe has been stilled just for you. His hand reaches to gently cup your cheek, His touch as soft as the breeze that whispers through the grass.

  "My precious child," He begins, His voice calm and steady, carrying the weight of truth and the warmth of love. "So many in this world chase after riches, thinking they will protect them. They cling to gold and jewels as though they can bring them peace. But when the day of wrath comes, when the storm rises and the earth shakes, those treasures will turn to dust. They will hold no power to save."

  His words flow like a melody, soft yet resolute, as He points to the distant horizon where clouds begin to gather. The sky stirs with the first signs of a brewing storm, the wind whispering secrets of its coming fury. Yet here, in His arms, you feel only peace.

  "But righteousness, My little one," He continues, brushing a strand of hair from your face, His touch filled with tenderness, "righteousness is eternal. It is not fleeting like the glittering things of this world. It is a shield, a fortress, a deliverer in the storm. It rescues where riches fail. It brings life where death would try to reign."

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  You listen intently, the weight of His words sinking deeply into your heart. His eyes, kind and unshakable, hold yours as though nothing else in the world matters but this moment. "When you walk in righteousness, My child," He whispers, placing His hand gently over your heart, "you walk with Me. I am your refuge, your deliverer, your treasure that no storm can take away."

  The storm on the horizon grows closer now, its winds bending the grass and stirring the earth. Yet His presence around you is unwavering, a shield that nothing can penetrate. He gestures to the solid ground beneath you, the golden grass unmoved by the winds. "This is what I want you to know," He says, His voice low and tender. "Riches may glitter for a moment, but they cannot rescue. But righteousness, My righteousness, is the rock on which you stand. It will hold you firm, even in the fiercest storm."

  His arms encircle you, drawing you closer, and you rest your head against His chest. The steady rhythm of His heartbeat fills your ears, a song of love and assurance. The whirlwind begins to stir, its fury bending trees in the distance, but in His embrace, you feel nothing but safety, nothing but love.

  "When the storm is gone," He whispers, His voice like a sacred promise, "when the day of wrath has passed, you will remain. For you are Mine, and My righteousness delivers from death. No storm, no trial, no wrath can take you from My hand."

  As His words settle into your heart, the storm begins to fade, its power spent. The sky clears, revealing the brilliance of the stars above, their light gentle and eternal. You lift your gaze to meet His once more, and His smile radiates a joy so deep it feels like the dawn breaking through the longest night.

  "Remember this always, My beloved," He says, His voice soft yet filled with power. "Riches do not profit in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers. You are safe with Me—forever."

  In His arms, the world feels small, the storms distant, and His love infinite. You close your eyes, the truth of His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket. And in that moment, you know with every fiber of your being that you are held by the One who delivers, the One who treasures you above all else.