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I see a Church ashamed of her Husband and the strength He holds. It is something she does not want her friends to know of.

She desires her parties, decadence, lavish living, and mild gossip. But when He comes home, she rushes her friends out of the house, because He does not look like the image she hoped for; she expects different from Him.

She’s been let down by His approach too many times; now when says she wants to see Him, she is only lying. She gives pictures of Him to her friends, but they aren’t Him at all. They are morphed photos of some other time.

All He wants is to love her, but she won’t let Him.

She’s too busy entertaining.

I see a Church on her knees in her entertaining parlor; she is desperate and ashamed.
I see tears and heartache and bitter repentance; she does not think He is good enough to forgive her again. She has played the part of Daisy and abandoned Gatzby.

But He is greater than any love she can imagine. He lifts her head and takes her back.

I see them moving to the countryside in search of a smaller cottage: one where they can live simply, below their means, and intimate again. In this house, they will know each other. Here they will make love again.

And when guests visit, they cannot hide behind anonymity or phoney party tricks; they shall see and be seen.

I see a Groom full of strength, power, honesty, and grit; I see His bride beside Him, proud and honored to be His.

She no longer entertains, but merely lives intimately with her Groom. He is enough, and She is alive.

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I woke this morning early, and on my front steps, this vision came quick, full and powerful. I fell to my knees and tears crested my eyes. This was the image, and I cried for Her.

At church, as I spoke, the Holy Spirit brought the image again, and as my lips formed the words, it was hard to breathe, much less speak. Here she is. And I beg and plead, she falls to her knees in humility and cries out again for her First Love.

August 18th, 2024