The Father says moment, I bore your pain and carried your sorrows so you would n’t have to. Your mending, your deliverance, your metamorphosis was completely paid and handed for on the Cross 2000 times ago Beloved, so accept it as your sure heritage, indeed this day. Declare and decree that the vittles of Calvary are yours. Say it out of your mouth. Militate with your faith against the pain in body, against the grief and the agony common to your life moment. They aren’t yours to carry. Indeed when shame and guilt point the cutlet of blameworthiness at you, saying “ you earn to suffer ” know that the blows intended for you rained down upon Me on your behalf. The appellant? He has no standing in My courts. Shame? It isn’t your portion, for I’ve sanctified, forgiven, and converted you indeed this day. Lack? anguish? Separation? Loss? canceled and dealt with in the work of Calvary with your name tallied among the heirs of all I endured to set man free and lift you out of the captivity house of torture and remorse.
I’ve heard you in an hour appointed, says the Father and I decree over you this day I Am your deliverance, your provision, and your source of everlasting joy. Joy and relief. Joy and refreshing. Joy and sanctification from all the impurity of the mortal condition under the assault of hell. The adversary is turned back. Believe it and accept it as your portion. Know that I’ll noway say “ no ” to what the Cross says “ yes ” to. Yes to mending. Yes to rejuvenation. Yes to provision. Yes to sanctification. This is your come- up advanced moment. I call you above the appearance of this world and its prospects, and thrusting to My throne in an ascendance intelligence knowing that heaven is your native niche both now and in the future – eternity ever. All of life curvatures before My pledge toward you, says God. You aren’t turned down. You aren’t turned down. You’re accepted, and I Am then now as your each- important deliverer.

