Transcend

Transcend.

Ascend as you transition.

Come up higher.

Be transcendent.

Be transcendent not despondent.

Be elevated not restricted.

Don’t be in a flap, just soar above it.

I want you to come up higher.

You restrain yourself, you re strain yourself, you place more strain upon yourself.

Why strain yourself? Why take the strain?

For I am giving you a new strain.

A new pattern, a new process, a new place, a new comfort, a new result, a new blessing, a new approach, a new perspective, a new boldness, a new position, a new stance, a new posture, a new atmosphere, a new climate, a new rain, a new reign, a new sound, a new body, a new flesh, a new set, a new setting, a new mix, a new mixture, a new breath.

Why brace yourself for the impact, when the enemy is bracing themselves for your impact?

Come out from under the tree, seriously come out from under the tree.

For you are bracing yourself for war, for many afflictions I have place upon you to endure.

Your immediate reaction is that war is coming and your defeat is coming, you are tired of it all.

Yet I have just been training you for battle, for who should be feared the most? The man with no scars or the one with many, who smiles in the face of attack?

For you feel so beaten up, and yet each scar is my sign of victory, my evidence of victory.

Are not my scars evidence of my victory?

For your numbness is a sign of the great victory that is to come.

For many are the afflictions of my chosen, my beloved, and yet this is a turning point. This is the point of the turning.

When that which impacts the immovable is turned back. For that which was absorbed shall now be deflected. That which was taken onboard shall now be repelled.

As you advance, I am advancing you, for the scars you have endured shall now be felt by your enemy.

Taken aback, taken back, I’m taking it back, I am overwhelming that which overwhelms you.

You remember it now don’t you, many years ago, at the kids camp, slain in the spirit they called it. Yet for you it was so different. Your arms moved like swords as you lay upon the ground. Those so experienced with this were so keen to ask you about it. And despite the public setting you explained what happened…

Running through a vast army, and as you advanced towards them, they we cut through, slain before your very eyes, for they could not stand against you.

For my ways are beyond mans ways. They called it slain in the spirit, I called it slain by the spirit.

You saw the wounds I inflicted upon them, arms cut off, chests exposed, slain by my sword.

You don’t want to talk about the battles, or the excruciating pain of the past, for you are numb to it, for you it holds no value. You’d rather take a pain killer, or divert your attention from it, distract yourself, deny yourself, deny who I have made you to be.

For you have endured much, now receive much.

For you feel the loss, are distracted by the loss, covering over the scars.

Yet now I want you to feel the gain, be overwhelmed by the glory of the victory.

For when David lifted the head of Goliath, it was a beacon to the enemy that he had lost so much.

You see the look upon his face now, the cry of victory, the power, the bursting forth of glory, the enemy turning before him to run.

Is this not the point of turning?

Have I not delivered the enemy into your hand?

For each and every affliction you have borne, I will now inflict upon the enemy.

You see him hobbling away, bruised and battered before you. He struggles to hold himself up, for his wounds are fatal.

Arise and shine.

“For I am been told to pick up my sword and fight for love” “Little did I know that love had won for me”

Psalms 45:1-7 To the Chief Musician; set to the tune of “Lilies” probably a popular air. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. A skillful song,or a didactic or reflective poem. A song of love. MY HEART overflows with a goodly theme; I address my psalm to a King. My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer. You are fairer than the children of men; graciousness is poured upon Your lips; therefore God has blessed You forever. Gird Your sword upon Your thigh, O mighty One, in Your glory and Your majesty! And in Your majesty ride on triumphantly for the cause of truth, humility, and righteousness (uprightness and right standing with God); and let Your right hand guide You to tremendous things. Your arrows are sharp; the peoples fall under You; Your darts pierce the hearts of the King’s enemies. Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; the scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom. You love righteousness, uprightness, and right standing with God and hate wickedness; therefore God, Your God, has anointed You with the oil of gladness above Your fellows.