A Short Prophetic Word from My wife, Lorna

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My wife Lorna has a prophetic gift, that she has used in her church for over 22 years.
She felt the following words may be an encouragement for someone who is reading this post.
It is a short prophetic word, but Lorna did not want to add any unnecessary words or images.
Thanks for reading.
From Tony and Lorna Egar.
Brisbane, Australia.
16 April 2025.

Take a chance.
Step out.
Dare to dream.
You can do it—you know you can.

Instead of a spring, be a river.
Instead of a trickle, be a flood.

Jump in—take the leap.
Take a chance.
You are brave, you are bold, you know you want to.
You have been looking for something different, something new.
Today is your day.

Increase is coming—enlarge your tent, open wide your heart.
Make room for more.
The Lord wants to add to you;
He is adding value to your life.
He has chosen YOU!

You are ready for the new!
New experiences are on the horizon.
It is almost certainly going to happen or be done quite soon.

Go beyond where you have been before.
Go just that little bit further today.
You will be amazed who is waiting to meet you.
Hold nothing back.
Make the tent ropes longer and the pegs stronger.
The Lord is about to bring the increase.

And you will spread out in every direction.

The arrows are pointing you in the right direction—follow the signs.

Your destination is an opportunity for advancement—it’s yours!!
You have arrived.

CONGRATULATIONS.

Written by Lorna Egar.

Embracing the Fire: Prophetic Calls for a New Generation

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The Season of the Highway and the Fire

Thus says the Lord: “You have entered the highway of holiness, the path not walked by those who waver, but by the set-apart ones who have kept the charge.” I saw in the Spirit a people walking, barefoot and broken, but bold in resolve. Their tears had soaked the very cushion of intercession, and the cries of the saints pierced the veil of heaven. One man, once broken, once buried in his own strength, now stood free. For grace had lifted him from the clay. And this is the word of the Lord: “I will take the weak, the weary, and the wandering—and I will make them pillars in My house.”

The enemy has surged like a flood, but the Spirit of the Lord has raised a banner. He lifts it even now over mothers in mourning, over children wandering, over men who have heard My voice in the ruins of pride and politics. A nagging voice called even Trump to return to the perimeter—not a voice of man, but the echo of conviction. And many, like him, are turning. They are confessing. They are remembering the truth that Galatians warned: “Rely not on your strength, lest grace slip through your hands like sand.”

I saw women in slums quoting the Word, and peace like oil poured over their heads. I heard the song of deliverance from those who had suffered confusion and doubted their hearing. Yet the Lord says, “Did I not give you ears to hear Me above the chaos? Am I not still the still voice behind you?” Creative thinking now emerges as a holy strategy. Even the young are called to lead. Even the grieving shall arise.

Bushfires came, homes were lost, but the Lord is rebuilding what man cannot. He is restoring honor to the hidden ones—nurses, mothers, teachers, missionaries—who had been pressed but not crushed. They have been marinated for this hour.

Mothers, the Lord calls you: “Arise into your harvest! You have cried and sown with tears; now you shall reap with joy!” I saw the fire of intercessory prayer ignite the next generation. They knelt—men, women, children—and the glory of God settled on their backs like weighty wind.

Do not doubt what you have heard in the secret place. The Spirit says, “If you lose your peace, flee. Cultivate the stillness. There are treasures in silence.” Let your mind be freed, for it is not emotion that leads, but My Spirit in you.

Behold, says the Lord, “I am raising up a remnant who know how to pray past pain, how to shout past shame, how to rebuild with ruins in hand.” These are the ones who, like the prodigal, return not as servants but as sons. These are the ones who believe—who believe again.

The trumpet is sounding: Get ready for more. Do not be deterred by resistance. When you manifest faith, even the mountains that resisted you shall assist you. Thus says the Lord.

The Call, the Mantles, and the Glory to Come

Prophetic voices cry aloud in this hour: “Return, O people! Return to the altar!” For the time has come not merely to proclaim but to become the living fire. You have been tested, many of you crushed—yet the Lord speaks: “It only pulls back the bow!” The tension you feel is heaven’s draw, aiming you to strike targets you never dreamed you could reach.

I saw nations yield to the young. I saw homes become open doors of glory. The sound of voodoo drums once filled the air, but now the sound of worship is greater. The kingdom of darkness trembles as the humble arise. Women once weary now wear crowns. Men once silent now roar. Children once confused now prophesy.

There was a man who could not pray—his knees broken, his dreams dashed. Yet in the midst of it, Jesus came. And when Jesus visits, no circumstance stands unshaken. Faith reorders everything. Resistance becomes assistance. And the enemy’s whispers become laughter in the courts of heaven.

Many feel the pressure in their ribs. Panic. Grief. But the Spirit says: “It is birthing, not breaking.” What you feel is not the crushing of the enemy but the groaning of new creation. You will not be stalled. You will not be muffled. You will not be cloaked in the garments of another season.

Esther arises again. The new queen is not silent. She is crowned for such a time as this. Prophetic voices are being scribbled and penned now, words never before captured, mantles never before worn. This is the revival of the Word and the Spirit, of fire and wisdom, of truth and love.

The Spirit of the Lord says: “If you believe that you are made righteous in My sight, why then are you wrong in your own eyes?” Rise up. Shake off the ash of insecurity. The oil is flowing again. And yes, I am commanding wealth and riches into your house—not just coins and gold, but righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost!

You will go where no man thought you’d go. You will stand where others fell. You will carry the fire. And I will confirm you with signs following. Pentecost is coming again, not just in wind but in wisdom, not just in tongues but in transformation.

Even now, says the Lord, “I am releasing frequencies through you that tear the veil and shatter the heavens for My kingdom.” Your prayers are arrows. Your groans are gold. Your worship is war.

And finally: “I am calling the ones who said ‘no’ to return. I am looking for those who turned away to come back, for the fire still burns, and the feast is not over.” The Lord is preparing His Esther, His David, His Deborah, His Pauls from prisons of pain. The fullness of Christ is about to cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.

Awakening: Embrace Your Divine Calling in 2025

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Hurry up! Hurry up!—thus began the call. A voice echoing like thunder in the soul of the sleeping. One brought another to the gate of awakening, though at first reluctant, nagged by persistent hope. But what seemed like a mere human plea became a divine setup for encounter, for as 2025 approached, the heavens opened in a dream. And the Spirit of God fell heavily.

A declaration roared from the mouth of the prophet: “They are arising now! They carry My truth, My voice, My Word! They will see demonic strongholds torn down and truth planted in their place!” A holy army is forming, led by the whisper of the Spirit, equipped with discernment that must not be diluted. For the hour is upon us, and the weight of heaven rests on those who dare to speak what He says, how He says it.

Lift up your eyes! Renew your mind! This is the clarion call to those caught in delay or despair. Overnight, God is birthing movements and miracles. The pressure is real, but so is the promise: unprecedented favor, recompense, and provision. What was dead shall rise again, and what seemed dormant shall now roar with life. The waters are breaking.

Comparison has been a cage, but the Lord is shattering it. The orphan spirit, that subtle thief, is being cast out. Identity is restored, daughters are rising into their royal places. And in this rearrangement, do not be surprised, for God Himself is orchestrating divine displacements and supernatural appointments. What looks like chaos is His hand cleaning house, preparing a pure Bride.

Jubilee is here! Proclaim liberty across the land! Restoration is not a dream—it is the decree. Every man shall return to his inheritance, every family to wholeness. Healing flows even now through the birthing canal of His Spirit. And those who have fought the hardest, who stared death in the face and clung to the hem of His robe, are the ones emerging with the weapon of intimacy—skilled warriors trained in the secret place.

God’s healing is not a wish—it is His will. He is satisfying His people with long life and unveiling His salvation. These are the days of His wisdom pouring like wine into new wineskins. Let the Spirit intercede through you with groanings deeper than language. For in this hour, His power is rising in His people, and the shout of victory is being planted deep into their mouths.

The Birthing of the Unprecedented

This is not a season of transition alone—it is the arrival of a new era. “OVERNIGHT!” the Spirit cries. Overnight births, overnight victories, overnight release. The enemy raged, thinking he had buried the seed, but he did not know he was watering a resurrection. Out of the ashes come the ones who know His name, who respect His voice, and who rise with healing in their wings.

The Lord is calling: Ascend into your authority. This is a holy convocation, where the ones who have lingered in the secret place without agenda will emerge bearing His glory. The eagles are being gathered. The Lord is pruning your relationships; too many hands are in your birthing room. This is a sacred hour—steward it well.

Many have poured out and felt poured out. But now the decree goes forth: SUDDENLY! The promises are manifesting. Amos 9:13-15 is in motion.
You are about to reap where you did not sow, walk into rooms you did not build, and carry fruit from battles you thought you had lost.

The shaking, the sifting—it is not the enemy. It is God Himself refining His Bride. Do not mourn the shaking; rejoice in it. He is making ready a people for His glory. He is separating wheat from chaff and setting apart those who will host His presence in purity.

A word rises again: Be still and linger. There is gold in the waiting. It is not wasted time; it is holy time. In that stillness, you will hear the whisper: Deposit and Deliver. What you receive in this hour, you will birth in others. Your breakthrough will be multiplied through your obedience.

So speak, and do not fear. Life and death are in your tongue—so choose life. The Lamb has been slain, the Blood has been applied, and the doors of destiny are swinging open. What began with a hesitant “Hurry up” has become the trumpet blast of awakening.

Daughters, sons—arise. The time is now. The birthing has begun.