Unbelievable

Unbelievable

Beyond belief.

Beyond your belief.

Beyond what you believe.

When you are beyond it, I AM there.

I reside in the place that is beyond.

Beyond the boundary.

Over the line.

Out of bounds.

Over the edge.

Beyond the horizon.

Beyond what you can see.

Why so surprised at the happening?

Why so alarmed by the situation?

Am I not in control?

Am I not the conductor?

Have I not orchestrated this?

Is this not a great symphony?

A mighty crescendo?

An uplifting melody?

A crescendo of grace?

A climax?

The rising peak, higher and higher, beyond your limit, beyond your ability, beyond your expectation.

Who is like you Lord?

Beyond your capacity.

Increased capacity.

A stretch.

An extension.

Is this not an extension?

Is this not an extension that I am building?

The wide expanse.

The place of expansion.

A vehicle of expansion.

The place of enlargement.

As you are holding your breath waiting for joy to burst forth, I am blowing bubbles, joy bubbles, bubbles of joy, bubbles of expansion, growing larger and larger just for fun.

For my bubbles grow larger and larger, and ultimately break the limit. Not designed to contain, but designed to expand and break the limitation.

It is time to breathe again.

For how can you blow bubbles when you are holding your breath?

For this is the time of restoration.

Take my wand and blow through it.

For I am blowing through it.

For the time of the blowing is here.

Is this not an infinity loop?

Even the boundary of the loop is designed to create enlargement.

For that which is circular leads to that which is expansive!

Is this not my vehicle to deliver breakthrough.

Born from the flow, immersed in the flow, dripping with the flow, flowing from the edge, fully immersed.

From the place of containment to the place of release.

From the place of limitation to the place of the blow.

From the place that is beneath, to the place of the rising.

From the rising to the expansion, to the elevation, to the elevated breakthrough.

Bursting forth above.

Bursting forth in the elevated place.

For my delight. My instrument of delight. For you shall be full of delight.

FOR IT SHALL BE DELIGHTFUL!

Full of my fullness, bursting with my delight.

Full of my light, bursting forth across the land.

A spray of my goodness.

Release my goodness.

Release my flow afresh.

Release my freshness.

Bursting forth refreshment.

Say “ahhhhh!”

For my breath is released.

In the place of desolation, in the place of dryness, in the place of the ruin, in the place of brokenness, I have broken through.

It is time to breathe again.

For my breath invades the desolate, the downcast, the depressed.

It is time to perform mouth to mouth, on that which is dead, on that which was lost, on that which has passed.

Repeat after me “come alive in the name of Jesus!”

For I am breathing life into that which was dead.

Those corpses, those dead things, those things that you have considered long dead, shall breathe again!

Call unto the four winds, call out, cry out, speak out, shout out, lift your voice and cry aloud.

For the time of redemption is here, the time of restoration is here, the time of elevation is here, the time of resurrection is here.

Agree with me and it shall be done.

For I command a blessing, you need to agree with me and walk in it.

Release joy.

Say unto joy “be released”.

For the time of your hiddenness is over, the time of the reveal is here, a new revelation, a new incident, a fresh moment, a new thing.

Never seen before, without precedent, never done before.

From the bones a new creature, a new design, birthed from the ruins, birthed from that which was dead and buried.

Up from the grave He arose with a mighty triumph over all his foes.

Say unto yourself “How exciting”

Say unto your heart “the time of your appointment is here”

Say unto yourself “full restoration”

Say unto yourself “more and more, more and more, more and more, more multiplied, multiplied more, a new addition, a fresh extension”

For I have built myself a nursery.

Isaiah 54:1-3 SING, O barren one, you who did not bear; break forth into singing and cry aloud, you who did not travail with child! For the children of the desolate one will be more than the children of the married wife, says the Lord. Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; spare not; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes, For you will spread abroad to the right hand and to the left; and your offspring will possess the nations and make the desolate cities to be inhabited. Isaiah 54:1-3 Future Glory “Sing, O childless woman, you who have never given birth! Break into loud and joyful song, O Jerusalem, you who have never been in labor. For the desolate woman now has more children than the woman who lives with her husband,” says the LORD. “Enlarge your house; build an addition. Spread out your home, and spare no expense! For you will soon be bursting at the seams. Your descendants will occupy other nations and resettle the ruined cities.