I am His bride . . .

Ephesians 2:8,9 “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”

Beloved,

Come into the presence of the Living God. Break away from those things that hold you back. Be not alarmed at the voices seeking to entrap you or prevent you from the full life God planned for you. Can you see the threshold, and the open door? There is the brazen altar of the outer court and the priests who sing His praise. Above you, there is light. But it is not light created by a celestial star. It is the ethereal reflection of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The spirit within you confirms His presence. Your body trembles in expectation as you approach His throne. There ahead is an angelic being, filled with heaven’s grace pouring it out like water, hitting the ground becoming a mighty river coursing through the land below and raining down on planet earth. The angel does not look your way, but continues his work ensuring there is always enough grace raining down, even on places where drought takes its toll.

Nothing compares to this. It is the welcome of all who have sought out the Lord during their life on earth. Though the door to heaven’s realm seems normal, it expands as you draw near. Truly, thousands upon thousands are entering this one door at the same time. A celebration is underway, all are declaring God’s goodness.

Unheard of songs are being released carrying words in different tongues on the wind, building in tempo and applause. It is nonstop, unstoppable, a place where words like “death could not hold him” are released in tandem of every soul crossing into the Kingdom of God. There at the center is the Lamb of God, to brilliant to look at directly, and the crowd is strengthened by the light cascading on their faces. Time does not pass here, everything is in a present state as it has always been, but not static — but alive.

Though thousands approach the Lamb, each is given honor at his or her approach. The Lamb of God, sits and stands for each one. He stands without effort, being clothed in majestic robes, whose hem still carries the deep red stain of His blood sold at the Cross. The blues and golds and whites of his garment reflect the light of God, as a great diamond might, but still brighter.

Words are declared, “You have overcome through the love of the Lord!”

And each one steps into an eternal embrace that can never be undone, glory released in cataclysmic praise at the words being spoken, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share your master’s pleasure and happiness.”

As you collapse into His arms, angelic beings cover you in a new garment. As it is wrapped around your new body, it attaches itself like a second skin, becoming one with you.

Another angelic being shouts, “Be restored, with what was stolen in the garden! Jesus, makes all things new!”

Your body feels stronger than it ever has. Fleshly skin is bonded with glory, forever breaking illness’s hold on weak hearts and poor health. As you look in the Lord’s face, you see yourself in His eye’s reflection.

You cry out, “I am more precious than silver, more valuable than gold, and more beautiful than diamonds. I am a pearl of great worth. Above all earthly truths, comes the ultimate truth of who I am. He is my Bridegroom and I am His bride.”