Beloved. Many of My Children have had to drop what they were doing in the Kingdom just to survive in this fallen world.
You laid your true identity aside and had to carry on in life. There have been hardships and attacks that almost took your breath away and also your life.
I AM well acquainted with your griefs, My Child. Take heart. I Myself bore them for you.
I carried your sorrow and pain. I preserved you through these attacks, My Child. I carried you through until this day.
Now the days are here that even the prophets of old desired to see.
I AM raising you up from the ashes in beauty and power, My Warrior Bride.
I AM blowing upon the embers within your spirit man. Your true self shall be seen once again.
Your identity is in Me. In Me you live and move and have your being. Many are the gifts I have bestowed upon you, My Precious One.
You shall reclaim your talents and use them for My Glory. You shall not just survive, but you shall THRIVE.
For the chastisement of your peace fell upon your Savior, and by His stripes you were healed. Nothing missing, nothing broken, Dear One.
I give you beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
The time is now here that the evil one will no longer have his way in your life, My Love.
Instead, “you will tread down the wicked ones, and THEY will be ashes under the soles of your feet on the day which I AM preparing,” says the LORD of Hosts.
“For in Him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are His offspring,’” Acts 17:28.
“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He might be glorified,” Isaiah 61:3.
“He was despised and forsaken of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; And like one from whom men hide their face He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, Smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace (well-being) fell upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed,” Isaiah 53:3-5.
~ Deborah Waldron Fry