I see a vision of a book. I see that God Himself turns the page. Before me there is a blank, clean page. I see a bride sitting over this book, crying with her head in her hands. It is a deep cry of desperation, fear, despondency, with a flickering of hopelessness. She is tired, she is weary. Her cry is filled with deep emotions that rise from the dark and shadowy places.

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Is there no comfort for me, is there no change, no victory? She finds herself in a place of defeat. Will I stay here, stuck in the entanglement of my own thoughts, my own fears, my feelings? she wondered, she struggled...

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Then I heard a loud but loving voice, saying, “Open your eyes of faith My child, for I Myself will turn the page. Pages will turn. It will not turn because you’ve done something right for long enough. It will not turn because you’ve managed to make enough changes and adjustments to deliver you out of this season. I will turn the page. I will turn the page. My bride has found herself in a dark hour. Thick mist has surrounded her, and she tried to navigate her way through it. In the process, her eyes strained because she could only see close to her, she could not see far. She struggled to see beyond what surrounded her. As I turn the page, I give new vision, restored faith. I give you eyes of faith, My bride, eyes of faith to see beyond. Look beyond the thick, dark mist, and behold, there I AM, passionately waiting for your gaze to be fixed. I AM waiting for your hope and faith to turn your tears of fear into a gaze of faith, into a dance-of-love war.”

 

Isaiah 61:3

To grant to those who mourn in Zion the following: To give them a turban instead of dust [on their heads, a sign of mourning], The oil of joy instead of mourning, The garment [expressive] of praise instead of a disheartened spirit. So they will be called the trees of righteousness [strong and magnificent, distinguished for integrity, justice, and right standing with God], The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

 

“I will turn the page.” Then I saw this bride opening her eyes, instead of seeing the dark mist, instead of feeling the cold, instead of wondering further, she saw the new page in front of her, filled with tears of fear that look like dark ink that dripped on the page.

 

Hebrews 12:2

[looking away from all that will distract us and] focusing our eyes on Jesus, who is the Author and Perfecter of faith [the first incentive for our belief and the One who brings our faith to maturity], who for the joy [of accomplishing the goal] set before Him endured the cross, disregarding the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God [revealing His deity, His authority, and the completion of His work].

 

Psalm 126:5

They who sow in tears shall reap with joyful singing.

 

“In the midst of this flame, My burning ones will arise. They will shake off the desert cloak, they will throw down the tomb clothes and they will arise with fire in their eyes. Fire of zeal, fire of faith.”

 

Isaiah 60:1

“Arise [from spiritual depression to a new life], shine [be radiant with the glory and brilliance of the Lord]; for your light has come, And the glory and brilliance of the Lord has risen upon you.

 

I see these wavering tears of fear lifting itself off the page like one who arises from a heap of ashes, arising with a fixed gaze, ready to abandon tormenting thoughts, ready to divorce the covenants between the emotional system and the dark dimensions, arising with joy. This bride experienced a pressing that wanted to crush her faith. Yet, there He is, beyond the mist, in the turning of the page, hovering over His bride, drawing her once more with zeal for His beloved.

 

“I will turn the page, I will change your weariness into wonder and awe for the One who carries you. I will turn your tears of fear into eyes of hope. Your trauma tears, your bondage memories, your captive emotions will break forth into dancing, into victory, into a new day, a new page. You will have new vision. Your eyes will become a clear pool in which you wash yourself in the water of My word. There clarity comes to minister to you. There a sound mind becomes your head covering and the gold starts coming forth. You wondered if there was any gold left in you, because you could not see beyond the flames. I tell you, there is gold beyond the flames and there is gold in you, it’s just being prepared to come forth and present itself as purity, and the fire is most necessary for it. You had to go through the dark wilderness valley. There was no way to avoid it. Do not think about what was, and that you could have done things differently. Look ahead, I AM turning the page. You will become a dancing one, a zealous one whose gaze is steady, fixed, and secure. I will turn the page of despondency and you will hear the sound of prophecy break forth like new wine and new oil after a time of dryness, weariness. This is the training of the eagles. It is the equipping of My warrior ones, for you do not come to battle with weapons of works, efforts, striving in order to be delivered, because they lead to defeat. You come to the battlefield with faith, with a fixed gaze, and then you will see an army destroyed, giants falling, as I simply turn the page. Faith moves Me. When I see faith in you, I move to do what you cannot. Kindle the flickering flame of your thoughts of faith, your words of faith, and let that flame break the night of your soul. Let that little light lead you to the Kingdom beyond the mist. Settle into this position of resting war because here you can step into the river, into the flow from Me to you. Within this flow, the tears of fear start dancing on the pages of a faith season. In this hour, faith will arise in the remnant that stays close to Me. That faith will lead you into your new call. There is a new day before you but remember you can only inhabit it through faith.

 

“Fill your despondent, fearful muttering with prophecy. Prophesy over the pages of who you are, and you will see how I will transform you. This is the hour of transformation, where My warrior ones will arise with fire in their eyes, with a sword in their mouths because their lips have touched the coal. Stay close, beloved, because the enemy who walks around like a roaring lion wants to tear this page in order to distort your vision and cause you to waver. Tear up the old pages, the past pages, because I AM doing a new thing.”