Beloved. You have been going around and around this mountain of troubles for far too long, Dear One.
I know that there seems to be no way of escape. The path is worn and dusty, with no advancement in sight. Although at times, you have won some victories by faith, the enemy is unrelenting.
Over and over, you have struggled with the same problems and against the same forces of evil. Your arm has grown weary and the Sword in your hand has grown heavy.
Fear not, My Warrior Bride. I AM the LORD of Hosts. I take you by your hand and I AM leading you up MY mountain.
Your mountain of defeat has become My Holy Mountain of Victory. I AM leading you on My Path of Life, higher and higher in the Spirit, up above the storm clouds and into My Sonlight.
The air is sweet here. Breath it in, My Child. No enemy can touch you here. Let not your heart be troubled.
Thousands upon thousands of heavenly warriors are surrounding you and fighting for you. By My Spirit, I AM breaking you out of these repetitive cycles of misery and defeat and taking you to higher ground.
On this mountain, I shall subdue the uproar of the enemy. Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, I shall silence the ruthless.
I AM drawing you after Me, and we shall run together. I AM leading you to My banqueting house. On the summit, I have prepared a lavish banquet.
You shall delight in My Wine and feast on the abundance of My House. The King is bringing you into His Chambers and His banner over you is Love.
“But ye are come unto mount Zion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn, which are written in heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel,” Hebrews 12:22-24.
“Even those I will bring to My holy mountain and make them joyful in My house of prayer,” Isaiah 56:7.
“Like heat in drought, You subdue the uproar of the enemy; Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced. The LORD of Hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples on this mountain; a banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow, and refined, aged wine. And on this mountain He will swallow up the covering which is over all peoples, even the veil which is stretched over all nations,” Isaiah 25:5-7.
“Draw me after you and let us run together! The King has brought me into His chambers,” Song of Solomon 1:4.
“He has brought me to His banquet hall, and His banner over me is love,” Song of Solomon 2:4.
~ Deborah Waldron Fry