Thou Shalt Weep No More

July 18, 2020

The Lord said to me, “Ashley, wherefore dost thou sorrow as the world sorroweth? Am I not better unto thee than ten sons? I am thy Beloved. Get up at the sound of My Voice, for I am come to rescue you. Fear not, My turtle dove. I see thy heart, how thou art heartsick and weary of waiting. Soon thou shalt be in My arms, never to sorrow again. I fulfill thy desires, oh sent one. I satisfy every longing of your heart. With Me are they on His Throne, every one speaking right and judging just judgment. Get up, My daughter for he that calleth thee is on his way! Make haste to prepare before him. Dost thou ask what this meaneth? Even that I have chosen thee from among men unto Myself and I will leave you here no longer. Come unto Me, oh beloved, for I am thy inheritance. I spoke not in vain all that I said I would do to thee. And now, why dost thou tarry? Get up and prepare! For the Bridegroom is come out of His Chamber. He hath sent His angels to the four corners of the earth, to gather His Beloved unto Himself. With a strong hand do I lift thee up above thy foes and thou shalt weep no more. I have seen all they do to thee and will afflict them with the sword of My Mouth. It is gone out of My Mouth and I will not repent. With kings are they on His Throne, each one judging a just balance and a just ephah. Worry not thou thou understandest not what this meaneth. It will soon become apparent. And now, My daughter, what hast thou with thee? Pack up to leave, for suddenly I shall call thee to a land thou knewest not heretofore. Go in peace, Beloved, and spare not to share the Words thou hast heard. For with a strong Hand I do lift thee up above those who oppress you.”