There is beauty in what pain produces and there is a value only created by the pressures of life. Standing under pressure is not for the faint or the weak, but for those strengthened by MY Spirit.
The winds of frustration, the winds of chaos, the winds of confusion and the winds of challenge come to carve. They come to erode and they come to remove impurities. The whirlwind is a purifier.
What you overcome and what you defeat, become your footstools. The adversities that you conquer, become the trophies for all men to see. Each head and each hide is proof of MY power flowing through you.
Accept the threshing floor, accept the wine press, accept the potter’s whelk and accept the crucible, because the new bread, the new wine, the new vessel and the new gold are yours.
Psalms 110
The LORD said to my Lord, “Sit in the place of honor at my right hand until I humble your enemies, making them a footstool under your feet.”The LORD will extend your powerful kingdom from Jerusalem; you will rule over your enemies. When you go to war, your people will serve you willingly. You are arrayed in holy garments, and your strength will be renewed each day like the morning dew. The LORD has taken an oath and will not break his vow: “You are a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.” The Lord stands at your right hand to protect you. He will strike down many kings when his anger erupts. He will punish the nations and fill their lands with corpses; he will shatter heads over the whole earth. But he himself will be refreshed from brooks along the way. He will be victorious.
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