As I sat down to have my special time with God, I felt anxious, but I wasn’t sure why. Several things had been bothering me, but I believed I had given them to God. I still felt unsettled and uncomfortable in my spirit. I asked Him, “Why do I feel this way? What’s going on?”
Good things, good things, Dear One. All things are working together for good, so don’t fret — don’t be afraid. Only believe. You don’t need to deal with any of these things at this time. Everything will work out as I intend.
Thanks, Lord. You are so gracious and tender and loving, kind, gentle, generous, patient. You alone are God, above and far beyond all the other voices in our lives. Nothing matters ultimately but You. Whom have I in heaven but You? And besides You I desire nothing on earth. All else may fail — my strength, my reason — but You are the strength of my heart and my portion forever and ever.
I am all these things to you and more, My Dear One. Nothing and no one may touch you but through Me. I am the protective membrane that covers your eye. I let in only those things needed for covering you with glory; both your glory and Mine. You will wear My glory as a cloak to protect and to provide a foundation for the particular glory I have created in you. Thus the two glories enhance one another. My glory fills all with light and this unique glory I have placed in you colors, infuses, focus and makes intelligible that otherwise unapproachable light.
Did you think your glory meant nothing? No, I say to you that this glory I give you will reveal not only you, but most significantly, My Son in you. You have a color of light no one else has. There are colors without end. You can “see” only a few of them at present. Hereafter you will see so much more.
My riches will adorn My bride whom I am preparing for My Son. Shall she not be magnificent? Shall she not grace with beauty unspeakable, unutterable, unapproachable the arm of My Firstborn? She must and she shall be worthy of Him; a fit consort for the King above all kings; blazingly beautiful, terrifyingly pure, perfected in Love unimpeachable. Yet she did come from the land of corruption. She was bought with unthinkable agony and blood unpriceable. The dowry demanded for her ransom from the world of death? My own death, shameful and slow. Yet for the joy set before Me, I gladly paid to deliver her from defilement and estrangement.
Take my hand, My bride, and you will be My own, and I will never let you go. Together we will share love throughout eternity.