The inevitable, Jesus will indeed rip my heart out.
I will weep & embrace my ugly cry face. The injustice I’ll encounter will be followed by me yelling at satan like never before. My intercession for the nations will be radically changed forever.
He will, I promise, He will break my heart for what breaks his.
I will come to know my father’s heart more than I do today. He will take me deeper as I get weaker. I will inhale death to self like never before & in that same breathe come to life.
Yes, He will strip me until there is only Him & my brokenness.
Stripped of all worldly things I will find myself holding more than the world. I’ll find that I am more than just a girl in waiting but a bride headed down the aisle fixed on the prize, ready to say YES again and again.
He will gouge out my eyes & give me His.
I will see the beauty buried in the ashes & call it forth. I will see the riches of His Glory in a land of poverty. The eyes of my heart will be flooded with light, & out of my belly will flow springs of living water.
I’m expecting God in all His glory.
“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cure those with leprosy, and cast out demons. Give as freely as you have received!”
-Matthew 10:8
I’m expecting…
The sick to be healed, The (physically, mentally & spiritually) dead to be raised to life, The unclean to be made clean, & demons to be cast out.
If I’m expecting God,
Why would I expect anything less?
