Take Airspace

I heard the Lord say…

I have come to wipe the slate clean.

The enemy has sought to ruin your reputation.

For some, your actions have produced repercussions that could deeply ruin a reputation but I have come to wipe the slate clean.

The testimony of My faithfulness has encircled the globe.

It doesn’t stop at you.

Do the hard things.

Receive the grace and mercy. To the measure you receive; you give.

Walk it out and watch as the most hardened heart and crusted; scaly eyes are made flesh, new and refreshed.

Not only a clean slate for you but for the recipients of your prayers.

There are those around you who, altho prayed for, have yet to walk in the fullness of healing.

There are also those who have not been open to Me, My promises, My freedom for them. Prodigals. Heathens. Duped by disaster.

Dead in sin.

Their tarnished reputation of rejection and ailment are being wiped clean.

Washed in My blood.

Pray again.

Allow Me to wipe the slate clean.

Renew your faith in My word and My love.

Pray again.

It’s time to rein over the airwaves.

Take airspace.

You have taken much ground.

Now, take the airspace.

Stop meandering around the bush, waffling at the perceptions and facts.

Go for the plunge.

Again, if need be.

“You. Need. Him.”

Tell them.

Throw the ball in My court. Watch it blaze.

Watch as I burn away the misconception, everything in the way of them and Me; in a split-second.

Don’t be dismayed by their faces. The ball hasn’t been tossed yet.

And maybe I served it up and they are waiting for it to land.

You don’t know.

Throw the ball in My court. Why My court?

Because I know the deep things. My love will permeate. My hand will stretch to heal.

Declare a no fly zone to the enemy.

Both in your mind and in the atmosphere.

Beelzebub does not get to fly in Heaven’s airspace.

Think on things above.

Speak My word.

Bind and loose.

Call Heaven to Earth.

You know the drill only this is no drill.

Take your home back.

Destroy every evil in and around.

Dedicate it to My purpose.

Take your family back.

Take your dreams back.

Take your job back.

Take your joy back.

Take your peace back.

Take “it” back.

Occupy! Occupy! Occupy!

Pursue, overtake, continue to take ground and airspace.

Take it all.

All that’s been stolen.

All that’s been promised.

It’s all yours.

It’s bought and paid for.

Delay is not denial.

Feeling alone is not rejection.

My eyes have never left you.

I will never forsake you.

You are my plan A.

Whatever you hold at arms length, you can’t occupy.

You can’t receive, in full.

Take the plunge.

Again, if need be.

Take it.