Now You Will See and Believe


A love letter from the Father. 




In this place of profound grief and pain, the elegance that you once knew seems to droop like a flower that has wilted away. Loss after loss, it felt like a tornado ripped through the sun-lit way. Or like water running out of a shattered jar, you know very well the suffering of seeing the fullness of beauty fading into the anguish of being empty. 


I have been deeply moved by your pain and I am evoking a miraculous change. Although it seems loss has been a reoccurring memory, things are not as they seem. There is no one who can take what is yours and I am ensuring that all that was lost will resurface with My generous help. 


Don’t judge by appearance, you will see more beauty than ever before. The bag of the devourer has been removed and everything is completely different and restored. You will need to unlearn the ways of suffering and adapt to the constant flow of abundant grace. 


Now you will see and believe the answer to your prayers. I will make up for what you have endured and no longer will you suffer from dryness or famine. The emptiness that autumn once brought when the grass was cut away will vanish and the blossoms of your abundant meadows will remain. 


Fear not, My child! The fields and meadows are greening up and super-ripe fruit is falling to the ground. The trees are bearing fruit again: a bumper crop of fig trees and vines! Never again will you be embarrassed, but you will radiate with My splendor. 


The rain of My love is washing the negative conditions away and the memories will disappear like stains of suffering wiped away. With unhindered joy, you will be replenished with buckets of water. There will always be more than enough and the fullness will stay plentiful.


There will be no more losing and I will protect your resources, like a fortress of unbreakable protection. Like a locked-up garden, a fountain sealed, you will enjoy a moveable feast through the floodplains of blessings–a permanent meadow for every time of the year. 


I love you and I will make you strong. Did I not tell you and promise you that if you would believe and rely on Me, you would see the glory of God? Like hurricanes pulling coffins out of the ground, the storm that you have endured has drawn out the resurrection of time and beauty restored.


There is an ocean at the door and what was missing from your life will be lost no more. As an earthquake weakens the hardness of the ground and causes it to transform into a viscous liquid, the attacks that have hit you have broken through the floodwaters of colossal wealth and favorable opportunities of opened doors.






Written by Dannette Lynn