God has filled my vision with the lives and the hearts of His people. I have tasted and seen that we are broken. We are jaded and divided and bitter and frustrated and depressed. We are a thousand miles away from where we want to be. The strongest of us are birds with tattered wings and only the saddest of songs left to sing.
This is where our story starts. In weakness. In desperation. In impossibility.
But I am not afraid, because I know what happens next. How God pulls us out of cages and drops us into sky. At first, freedom feels like falling. But the wind will catch your feathers, Beloved. The wind will send you soaring.
A new strength is coursing through my own brittle bones, and it is coming for you. You have been chosen. You have been called by name. In your fragmented heart, I have seen beauty beyond description, and your Father is bringing that beauty to the surface. He is pulling up water from the deep wells of your being, the places you have long forgotten about. That water is the name He gave you on the day He called you His own. It is who you are. It is your purpose, your anointing, your destiny. By the power of the Holy Spirit, and for the glory of His Kingdom. Claim it. God is with you, mighty warrior. You were born for such a time as this.
Revival doesn't start with the masses. It doesn't start in the public arena. Revival starts right here, in the secret place. Revival starts with you.
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