Perfect Love

Perfect love.

Come, my fair one and come away with me.

Song of Songs 2:10 My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Take my hand again. I want to be with you! You are all that matters to me. I gave myself for you. I must have you. You are mine. Whatever you have done. Despite your worst actions, your worst thoughts, you worst desires, I desire you! There is nothing you can do to make me love you less. I am yours and you are mine. We are meant to be together. From the start I chose you. Before you existed I chose you! Come. Do not hide yourself from me. I know who you are. I know who you can be. Be encouraged, I am for you. I’m in pursuit.

I am the master restorer. I put things together, that have no substance on their own. The cup comes together and all I use are drops.

A picture of waves of the spirit crashing on to my sick wife. Spraying out in all directions. Like a torrent of overflow bursting out. Repelling all attacks of the enemy. So nothing can penetrate.

Church Pastor. Speak the name of Jesus and say to the obstacle get out of the way. Whether sickness or a business needing funds in their account.

It was an echo of what I had just declared in the spirit and out of my mouth. “Get out of the way”

Picture of walking through the obstacle of the raging torrent. And a way is made. Where there is no way.

Step forward. Do not shrink back. Enlarge forward. Step into that which rages and see me make a way. For I have given you rite of passage.