The God of All Creation by Tammy Lang Jensen

To the end of the ages, I will love you! The God of all creation as calling you home. Do you hear the trumpet in the distance.

I heard the Father say, “I am getting ready to go in and plunder the enemies camp in such a way, it will look like a ghost town.” 

Dry, desolate, and empty, my people are coming home. Called forth by a ransom paid long ago. To the end of the ages, I will love you! The God of all creation as calling you home. Do you hear the trumpet in the distance.

I have released the battle cry, and I sing over my people. You will no longer be called deserted, and your land will not be called desolate; instead, you will be called My Delight is in her, and your land married; for the Lord delights in you, and your land will be married (Isaiah 62:2). You will be joined to the Father’s heart, no longer an orphan in the land. Blood bought, and adopted into royalty. Sons and daughters of a King, destined to leave their mark in the land. The Lord has marked you with His signet ring: CHOSEN, FORGIVEN, DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, MIGHTY WARRIOR, A CHILD OF GOD! Once just a foreigner, an orphan drifting at sea. The Father has called you in, anointed your head with oil.

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that you may show praises to him that called you out of darkness into his marvelous light (1 Peter 2:9). Lay down the sin that so easily entangles, and live in the light. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8). The accuser of the brethren is looking for an open door, a legal right to torment you. Live a righteous life, silence the tormentors and naysayers; and walk the line with Christ! Narrow is the way to the Father, but broad is the path to destruction.

Come into the gates of heaven, follow the path of pure gold. See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction and you have come out as pure gold. Soft, kind, and moldable, willing to lay on the Potter’s wheel. Willing to become the desire of the Master, a broken vessel for light to shine through.

Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart (Psalm 37:4). The joy of the Lord is my strength, and the Master’s desire has become My Own!!!!

Tammy Lang Jensen

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