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I heard, “Jezebel spirit — now is the time for His ‘Prophetic Warriors with the spirit of Elijah’ to come forth…..”

Source: He is Giving You Your Fight Back! ~ by Deborah Waldron Fry

Children, I see your pain, I see your suffering. I see your affliction. Many carry a heavy burden as they labor for the Kingdom. You are not forgotten or overlooked. Your reward will be great. Doubled for the sacrifices you have made. You are an example to others You love and help your neighbor, always putting others needs before your own. You are a bright shining light in a cruel dark world. Man will not extinguish your flame or hide it. Soon I will call you to me , there will be no more pain or tears. Take comfort in my WORDS and know and understand how much you are loved. While many follow after their own lusts, you have stayed the course on the difficult narrow path which leads to eternal life. I will tell you well done my loyal servant. Know I am right beside you in the darkness. I love you dearly. The things of the earth will soon pass away and all that will remain is THE GLORIOUS KINGDOM .

Source: I see your pain – Barbara Francis


(I heard this the other day while praying. I pray this speaks to and encourages someone today. ♥️)


The Father says: “My Child, my precious Child, borne out of Love…I have seen you. I have seen you laugh and I have seen your struggles. I have seen you fall and I have seen you rise again. I have seen you when you thought you did not have any strength left over in you to go on. I saw you. And I held you. And, I knew that you would get up and rise again and flourish and sparkle in My Hand, even when I thought it was your end. I was there at the birth of every new day born out of the darkness before. And, I knew you would rise again, because long before, when you were but a dream in My Heart: I saw you and I chose you. I saw you and I chose you for My Glory, even when you thought there was no worth in you. I was there when you rejoiced and when you felt your life was meaningless and your despaired in the desert of abandonment and grief: I was there. And, I loved you. I loved you beyond anything your mind could ever conceive you could be loved. I loved you in your victories and I loved you in your brokenness. I loved you in your growth and I loved you in every pit where you felt that you would be consumed by so much darkness. I loved you. And, I sang My Song over you, even as I sang every moment of every day when deep in the darkness of your mother’s womb I carefully crafted every part of you:

“My Child, my precious Child, borne out of Love
I was there with you from the very beginning.
When in the darkness of your mother’s womb a new life began,
I was there orchestrating the beginnings of you.
Cells growing, separating, multiplying.
New life forming by My Hand.
And I saw you, the workmanship of my hand,
and I saw that it was very good.
And I called you Chosen.
And I called you Blessed.
And I called you Beloved.
And I said you would sparkle like jewels in my hand.

“And, step by step, I knit your form together
Within the darkness of your mother’s womb
By the work of My Hands
And the Word of my mouth.
Innermost and outermost taking form
And, I saw you, the workmanship of My Hands,
And I saw that it was very good.
And my heart overflowed with Love.
And I called you Chosen.
And I called you Blessed.
And I called you Beloved.
And, I called you Redeemed…
And I said you would be My Oak of Righteousness.
My Planting for the display of My Splendor.

“Before you ever knew me, I knew you
Deep in the darkness of your mother’s womb
I saw you growing, changing, crafting every last detail of you
By the Word of My Mouth and the Work of My Hand
My Spirit moved upon the surface of the waters that encased you
Separating the light from the darkness
Long before your human eyes ever saw the light of day,
I knew you and I set you apart,
And I called you by name
And, I held you in My Hand,
the craftsmanship of My Hands,
And I saw that it was very good.
And my heart overflowed with Love for you
And I called you Chosen.
And I called you Blessed.
And I called you Beloved.
And, I called you Redeemed…
And I called you Mine
And I said you would be a Trophy of My Grace,
A Royal Crown of splendor in the Hand of your God.

“And at the birth of every new day
When you are born into the turbulence of the world
I will be there, holding you, rejoicing, singing over you
As I will be, when your first cry breaks over a broken world
And in Heaven above the Host of Heaven breaks a sound of rejoicing,
I will be there.
Singing, delighting over you with songs of deliverance,
Breathing into you your very first breath,
Because, before you ever moved deep in the darkness of your mother’s womb
When you were but a dream in My Father’s Heart
I knew you and I choose you and I called you by name
And I knit you, and I formed you, every last detail
Deep in the safety of My Secret Place
And, I beheld you, step by step,
the masterpiece of My Hand,
And I saw that it was very good.
And my heart overflowed with Love for you
And I called you Chosen.
And I called you Blessed.
And I called you Beloved.
And I called you Redeemed.
And I called you Favored.
And I called you “My Delight”.
And I rejoiced over you with singing.
And I said you would not be deserted but Beloved:
My chosen treasure, a royal priesthood, a holy nation
My special possession, a crown of My Victory
A planting of My Splendor,
My Beloved Messenger to the nations,
To declare the wonders of Him who loved you,
He who formed you and held you
Deep in the darkness of your mother’s womb
And called you out of that darkness and into His wonderful light.”


Psalm 139:12-17 (AMP)
“Even the darkness is not dark to You and conceals nothing from You,
But the night shines as bright as the day;
Darkness and light are alike to You.
For You formed my innermost parts;
You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was being formed in secret,
And intricately and skillfully formed [as if embroidered with many colors] in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were appointed for me,
When as yet there was not one of them [even taking shape].
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!”

Isaiah 43:1 (NIV)
“But now, this is what the LORD says– he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.”

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He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul…
~Psalm 23:2-3

And upon its hem you shall make pomegranates of blue, purple, and scarlet, all around its hem, and bells of gold between them all around: a golden bell and a pomegranate, a golden bell and a pomegranate, upon the hem of the robe all around.  And it shall be upon Aaron when he ministers, and its sound will be heard when he goes into the holy place before the Lord and when he comes out, that he may not die,”   Exodus 28:33-35.

I heard the tinkling of a bell upon waking up and I saw the Bride of Christ in a vision and on her beautiful white garment were golden bells.

And I heard, “Come boldly to My Throne of Grace in your time of need.  The High Priest’s Bells you wear are also wedding bells proclaiming,”Freedom!  Golden Bells of Grace and Glory.”

“Beloved.  Fear not, but come boldly before Me with your needs.  The Great High Priest, Jesus, has made a Way for you, once and for all time.

You are a king and a priest unto Me, Dear One.  Bring Me your prayers and petitions for you are My Honored Child and Heir.

Hear the ringing of the golden bells, which announce who you are in Me.  I have adorned you with My Sound.

You are Holy unto Me, set apart, and deeply loved; My Royal Bride and Treasured Possession.  The angels announce your presence before Me in the Holy of Holies and all your words are heard, recorded, and kept in golden bowls.

You are never ignored, Beloved, never rejected, but always honored and acknowledged as the King’s priest, the Bride of Christ, My Daughters and My Sons.

All of heaven honors you as a Child of God.  There is MUCH joy in heaven even when just one comes before My Throne of Grace by faith.

Rejoice, Beloved, My Bride, and be glad.  Hold fast to the confession of your faith, unwavering; for the One having promised is faithful.

The golden bells you wear THUNDER with My Authority, announcing to all the powers of darkness Whose you are.

Forever, you are separated unto Me, freed forever, honored and loved and heard, seated beside the Majesty on High in Christ Jesus.”

“The High Priest had golden bells affixed to the hem of his robe.  With this adornment, the priest was not only separated in appearance, but also in sound.  The sound of bells as the priest entered and existed was a sign of honor (kavod).  Josephus touches on this in comparing the golden bells to thunder and the pomegranates to lightning; signs of DIVINE MIGHT.”  (Jewish Bible Quarterly)

“For we do not have a High Priest not being able to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one having been tempted in all things by the same way, without sin.  Therefore we should come with boldness to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and may find grace for help in time of need,”   Hebrews 4:15-16.

Therefore, brothers, having confidence for ENTERING THE HOLY PLACE BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS by a new and living way, which He dedicated for us THROUGH THE VEIL WHICH IS HIS FLESH and having a High Priest (Jesus) over the house of God, We should hold fast to the confession of our faith, unwavering; for the One having promised is faithful,”    Hebrews 10:19-23.

“Jesus, Who has made us to be a kingdom, priests to His God and Father — to Him be the glory and power forever and ever! Amen,”   Revelation 1:6.

Source: Freedom!  Golden Bells of Grace and Glory! ~ by Deborah Waldron Fry

(My Judgements have begun to fall. My Messengers cry …REPENT, REPENT, REPENT. The Day of THE LORD is at hand, a dark and gloomy day. Will you hear my SHOUT?)

The evildoers will be stricken down in their iniquity. While the bridegroom tarried, the wise virgins were busy preparing to leave. The foolish virgins slumbered and relaxed. Children I see the same thing happening now on your earth. I see those prepared and ready to leave with a shout and those having no idea how late the hour is. My bride, I’m coming for you. War will soon engulf the entire earth. Famine, pestilence and death will kill many. Those waging Holy war will slaughter the innocent and many who have confessed my name. The proud will be humbled, the mockers and scoffers silenced. Those who remain behind will suffer and wail. The Beast will exterminate millions.

My Judgements have begun to fall. My Messengers cry …REPENT, REPENT, REPENT. The Day of THE LORD is at hand, a dark and gloomy day. Will you hear my SHOUT?

Source: Will you hear my SHOUT ? – Barbara Francis

In a vision, I saw a beautiful white horse, “champing at the bit.”

Beloved.  Get ready, get ready, get ready.  It is time to run with the Horses.  I have been training you, My Child.

You are like a war horse made ready for battle.  Through all of your trials, you have learned to laugh at fear.

You have learned through many trials that I will NEVER leave nor forsake you.  Because of all that I have brought you through, you are now afraid of nothing and no one.

You know that your victory lies in Me.  You are refined as pure gold.  You rejoice in My Strength and you do not hesitate to use My Sword.

You in Me and I in you.  We are a fearsome team, Beloved.  You are greatly feared by the enemy because My Holy Spirit dwells in you.

I reveal to you My plans straight from My War Room.  I give you feet like hind’s feet, to tread upon the high places.

On your War Horse of the Spirit, so shall you run.  You shall run and not be weary, like a FIRE consuming the stubble.

You shall run through every troop set against you and LEAP over every obstacle!  NO weapon can EVER succeed against you, My Child.

Laugh at that spirit of fear. He FLEES in My Presence!  For it is not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the LORD of Hosts.

Run, My Child, run into My PURE freedom!

Run, My majestic one, run in the beauty of My Holiness and set the captives free!”

“Champing at the bit”:  Eagerly awaiting in an impatient way to do something

“No wisdom, no understanding, no counsel can avail against the Lord.  The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but the victory belongs to the Lord,”   Proverbs 32:30-31.

“For by You I can run against a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall,”   Psalm 18:29.

“Do you give the horse his might?  Do you clothe his neck with a mane?  Do you make him leap like the locust?  His majestic snorting is terrifying.  He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons.  He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.  Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin.  With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.  When the trumpet sounds, he says ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting,”   Job 39:19-25.

“Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse!  The One sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war.  His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems, and He has a name written that no one knows but Himself.  He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which He is called is The Word of God.  And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses,”    Revelation 19:11-14.

From Source: Champing at the Bit ~ by Deborah Waldron Fry

By the power of My Blood and My Name every chain is broken. I sit in the heavens and laugh at your enemies, I have them in derision. I make them a laughingstock. If I am for you, Beloved, what can stand against you?

Source: The Bride of Christ ~ by Deborah Waldron Fry