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.

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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.