Rise up From the Dust

Dear sons and daughters of the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords,
The Lord wants His children to wake up
Wake up to His goodness,
 Remember His faithfulness,
 Remember His grace and the promises He has spoken.
The Lord wants His children to wake up
And see Him in all His glory, all His power, all His strength, and all His love...

He says,
"Rise up from the dust,
 That place of smallness of mind,
 The barrenness, the striving,
 The only seeing today mentality.
 This dust is not the place I have for you,
 This place where you allow the enemy to torment you
 With fear, bitterness, resentment, gloom, anxiety, and moaning."

He continues, encouraging me as He pleads,
"Put on your beautiful cloths,
 Those cloths that I paid for with My broken body and poured out blood,
 That robe of righteousness that I have freely given you...
 Put it on...precious one,
 Put it on precious one, and know that you are righteous."

 "Yes you...the one
  Who thinks you have failed, sinned and don't deserve the gift.
  Yes you..the one
  Who is broken and wounded from life, afraid to hope, afraid to lift your head...
  Yes you...the one
  Who has gone into unbelief for a season and now sees the futility of it all.
  Yes you...the one
  Who feels the Lord could not accept you back after all you have done."

"Yes you.." He whispers,
"Rise up from the dust and clothe yourself with your beautiful clothes!"

"Yes," He continues,
"This robe of righteousness has been yours ever since you have become Mine.
  You do not have to obtain to wear this robe..."

"Precious one," He whispers,
"When you wear this robe and know that it is yours...
  You put Me on.
  You clothe yourself with My righteousness, My glory, My strength, My authority,
  My peace, My joy...
  You see,
  It is not about what you have done or have not done...
  It is about what I have done."

"And dear one," He gently continues,
"Those slave bonds that are around your neck...
  Slip them off...
  I paid for you to have complete freedom,
  Remove those thoughts that keep you acting and believing like a slave,
  Instead of remembering that you are Mine.
  Those thoughts of "poor me,"
  Those thoughts of "never enough,"
  Those thoughts of "it's my right."
  Refuse to give power to any spirit that wants to torment and destroy,
  Refuse to allow these bonds to keep you in the dust,
  In that place where you really do not want to be."

Yes, beloved one of the King,
The Father's plan has always been for you to be in the beautiful green place with Him,
The beautiful green, broad place
Where you know you are the righteousness of Christ
That place where you know you are loved completely, accepted fully and highly favored...

Yes, precious son or daughter of the King,
Enjoy the goodness of your God!!!

Isaiah 52