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Trauma and shame

By j jones

 The Spirit of the Lord says "I am dealing with the trauma and shame you have lived under. That which binds and confines you. That which makes you feel small and insignificant. Come to me, yielded, knowing that I am a Good Father. Allow me to remove the heavy armour you wear over your heart that keeps you from intimacy with me. I have beauty for your ashes. But first you must bring to my altar all that needs burning. Will you let me make the exchange? Do not fear my anger. That is reserved for the proud, for those who  refuse to humble themselves. Come quickly, for I am waiting to pour out my Glory on the prepared Bride."

Isaiah 61:3, 6-8 And provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

And you will be called priests of the Lord, you will be named ministers of our God. You will feed on the wealth of nations, and in their riches you will boast. Instead of your shame you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice in your inheritance.

And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,  and everlasting joy will be yours. "For I, the Lord, love justice;  I hate robbery and wrongdoing. In my faithfulness I will reward my people and make an everlasting covenant with them.

James 4:9 Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.

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