Oil of Joy

It drips from your hand. Sweetness. You are my sweetness, my sweetie, my precious one.

Your arms shall be like honeycomb, sweetness shall drip from your hand. Sweet to the taste. Flow that preserves, that is preserved. For I have given you that which preserves. That which flows with sweetness. All will taste and see for I am good.

This golden robe I have laid upon you, my overlay.

I shall be like gold, highly prized.

The cymbal rises from the deep, from the depths, from my pool, from my well. Dripping with my flow it ripples across the land. A cymbal, a symbol, a source of blessing.

Zechariah 8:12-13 For there shall the seed produce peace and prosperity; the vine shall yield her fruit and the ground shall give its increase and the heavens shall give their dew; and I will cause the remnant of this people to inherit and possess all these things. And as you have been a curse and a byword among the nations, O house of Judah and house of Israel, so will I save you, and you shall be a blessing. Fear not, but let your hands be strong and hardened.

It flows with milk and honey. The milk pours from the fattened calf, grazing in the green pasture. The honey flows from the bees pollinating the pastures. Milk and honey that flows, all you need….

Leviticus 20:24 But I have said to you, You shall inherit their land, and I will give it to you to possess, a land flowing with milk and honey. I am the Lord your God, Who has separated you from the peoples.

You’re dripping with it. What is it you see? A splash? No a fountain! A river? No a raging torrent!

For I am making a way through. I am already through. I am the way through. I stand between you and that which opposes you, I stand between your stand and that which stands between you and your destiny. The torrent that rushes at your feet, is at your feet. I have broken through and hold back the wave so that you will be able to cross over.

What else do you see? Oil or water? Put your hand in. Feel it. What does it feel like? For it is the oil of joy, the anointing oil, that which goes beyond your expectation. You shrink back at the thought, you expect it to feel bad. You don’t like the look of it. But just feel it. Close your eyes and stretch forth your hand.

Say ahhhhh! Experience it. Feel it. Anxious at first but then you smile. You burst forth with joy. Your tears flow. More than you expect. Experience my joy, my fullness. More than you expected. So much more! More than enough!