I see a kit flown by the hand of God. The kite soars in the storm like Ben Franklyn flew. Faith, hope and love are three keys flying on the kite. But, love, being the third, is the lowest on the line, and it slips down the string. For it’s knot is loose.
But, God is tightening the noose. He is putting love above faith and hope. For, it is the greatest. He who is last shall be first.
I see lightning coming out of the kite and going into the storm. The kite becomes a tornado that breaks the storm apart. The storm scatters. Rainbows come out of the vortex, and the promises of God are loosed upon the land.