I AM the Lord of the Dance, Beloved. I created music and the celebration of dancing. Your very DNA sings, My Child. You are alive in Me.
The devil has a counterfeit. But he is lord over nothing. He is neither creator or preserver. He is only a destroyer.
You are free to celebrate with Me in victory. Your song and Mine have become one. As we dance, we tread on the devil’s head. I have given you My authority to TRAMPLE serpents and scorpions and over ALL the power of the enemy. So rise up in faith, Dear One, and show the devil who is boss. You are MORE than a conqueror through Him Who loves you.
Let the JOY of your Lord bring you strength again. Let My sons and daughters rejoice in their King for I beautify My afflicted ones with salvation and take great pleasure in you. Be glad in your Maker.
Great victories are coming!
I AM taking away your clothes of mourning and placing on you my mantle of joy unspeakable and full of glory. Join in the Dance of the Ages, My Love. The future has become now.
Today is the day of salvation! I AM He who turns your mourning into joyful dancing.
“And Jesus said to them, “I was watching Satan fall from heaven like lightning. Behold, I have given you authority to TRAMPLE on serpents and scorpions, and over ALL the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means harm you,”Luke 10:18-19.
“Let him be glad in his Maker; Let the sons and daughters rejoice in their King. Let them praise His name with dancing; Let them sing praises to Him with timbrel and lyre. For the LORD takes pleasure in His people; He will beautify the afflicted ones with salvation,”Psalm 49:2-4.
“Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,” Psalm 30:11.
“That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perishes, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honor and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: Whom having not seen, you love; in Whom, though now you see Him not, yet believing, you REJOICE WITH JOY unspeakable and full of glory,” 1 Peter 1:7-8.
~Deborah Waldron Fry