Though it is hard to see My purposes when strife and trouble, hardship and affliction come, yet these will be as a refiner’s soap in My hands. Not a drop of your life will be missing from you. And though persecution and blame seem like your constant oppressors, they will become My sewing needle. I will fasten your pieces into a fine and beautiful garment. On that day when I bring victory over your enemies I will wear you as My royal robe. The wounds of your friends will be forgotten in the pageantry that heaven displays, for you will overcome.
Hold fast to My word of promise for it is the most valuable thing I have given you. Yet there is more. I have vast riches, both spiritual and physical, in My storehouse, and your name is on them. I will not forget, for my joy is in remembering. I see your long suffering and tears and would have you know My heart and My mind. For My comfort is greater than your afflictions, and My pride in you is greater than the enemy’s accusations. If I be for you, tell Me My children, who can win their case against you? No, this is the hour I have chosen to make My case, to open the books in heaven and cast My lot for My saints, My bride. I will snare your enemy and wear My lovely robes in open triumph, displaying you, My lovely ones, as My victory.
Hold fast to My words, and wear them as a bride wears her precious jewels, knowing the beauty they are to her groom. Hold fast, for the sparkle of My own word, worn by My lovely ones, catches My eye . . . and you have caught My heart. Amen.
