Winter is Past

"My beloved spoke, and said to me: ‘Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!'" (Song of Solomon 2:10-13).

Many of My chosen ones have been in a winter of discontent, cast into isolation by the fierce winds of opposition as you have tarried for a season that has not yet arrived. Others have withdrawn into shells of loneliness to protect your hearts from the rejection of those who do not understand as you have tried to rise above the mediocrity of the masses. Some have been trampled underfoot by those content with dancing around the golden calves made by the hands of men. Others have been silenced by the voices of misguided authority intent on controlling every word and every movement. Some have been wounded and bruised by those who have even eaten at your table but now walk at a distance as from a leper. Others have been beaten and shipwrecked by seemingly endless trial and tribulation.

But I would say unto all of you this day, I have felt the pain of your brokenness and I have heard the cries of your desperate hearts. I have not forsaken you. I have not utterly cast you off. And I would say unto you this day, Rise up, My love, My fair one and come away with Me. Come into the cleft of the Rock where I have prepared a place for you, a refuge from the storms. Your winter of discontent is over. I am removing the scourge of affliction from those who will rise up in this hour. The fiery rain will cease and the mouths of your enemies will be stopped. It is time to come forth from the prison, from your place of darkness and the grave and allow Me to bring forth new life. I am lifting you out of the pit of tumult, out of the miry clay to set you in the Rock. I will steady your steps and establish your goings to walk upon My high places once again. I will cause you to take root once again and to blossom anew. You shall be planted deep by the streams of water that you not be plucked up again. I am putting a new song in your mouth, even a song of praise to Your God for the wondrous things He is doing. Many will see and fear and turn to Me with confidence and trust.

Yes, I am gathering My people out of the flood waters, out of the fiery furnace that you not be swept away, for it is the time of restoration. It is time for the fig tree to bud and the vines to bring forth tender grapes, to bring forth My sweet fragrance in the earth. Even the birds know their season of migration and the plants of the earth know their time of springing forth. And will not My people know their appointed time for coming forth? In an acceptable and favorable time I have heard you. Put your trust in Me and I will help you. I will keep you and preserve you to raise up the desolations of a fallen generation. So I would say to you in this hour, Rise up, My love, My fair one, and come away. To those who are bound, I say, Come forth! To those in darkness, I say, Show yourselves! Come into the light of My presence that you may feed once more on the mountain of My goodness. Open your hearts once more and I will heal your brokenness and bind up your wounds. I stand ready to beat back your adversaries and raise My banner over you. Come forth My people into the brightness of My presence. I have opened the doors before you, even the double doors. I have broken the bars of bronze and cut the gates of brass. Cast off your grave clothes and put on the Lord Jesus Christ. Step out of your darkness into the light. Move out of your prison and go through the gates of liberty. I stand at the threshold ready to receive you and to take you unto Myself. Rise up, My love, My fair one, and come away.