A MESSAGE TO MY BELOVED – Terri Hill

7-30-17

Oh, little dove, do not quiver, do not be afraid. We shall be united, completely and eternally united together in the ceremony that awaits. No longer, My love, shall we be separated by the flesh. We are to be joined as one in spirit in perfection.

How I long for that day that is upon you even now. I am at the door. The day of your full and complete redemption draws nigh. My heart yearns for you; I long to share the full expression of My love for you. I have known the pain of being separated from My Beloved, and you have felt the intensity of this pain in your own heart. And I perceive the desire that you have held for only Me; truly, My Bride is a choice one. In just a very short while, the storm will pass and the test will be over. I have waited with a patience, with a longsuffering that you cannot comprehend. I have waited with an eager heart for the day that I would have you in My full possession, the one whom I call My Beloved Bride.

You died to the world and to all that you once held dear; earthly ties have been severed. And while your body remains upon the earth, everything within you is set upon My Kingdom. You travail and you groan, desperately desiring to be clothed with incorruption and immortality. And so you shall. You have been My captive, by your own choice; a prisoner, bound to the will of your Father, locked in a Secret Place with Me. But I tell you, the day of release is upon you. With the passing of time, your beauty has grown, and the fragrance of your life in prayer and worship has ascended unto Me as a sweet aroma. Your transformation shall be a wonder to behold! My Bride is deserving and worthy to be clothed with the apparel of a royal one, arrayed in that which is suitable for one who shall sit with Me in My throne. Oh, what splendor; oh what delights await My Beloved, My cherished Bride. You have captured My heart with one look, with one glance of your eyes. Oh what satisfaction, oh what desire you have stirred in Me. I have ached for you; I have sighed for you. I have watched over you, like a jealous Husband. I have carried you in My bosom, in the depths of My very being. And I have claimed you as My own jewel, My own possession. You, My Beloved, shall behold Me face to face.

I long for that moment, for that appointed day, that you are presented before My Father; this will be announced in the presence of many witnesses. You will hear it said: “This is the one whom the Father has chosen for His Son”. And I will say: You are worthy to be My Bride, My companion in white. My Beloved fulfills the desire of My heart. Oh, joy of joys! Heaven awaits the day of your unveiling. The eternal Kingdom has been preparing for the entrance of My glorious one. What excitement; what anticipation. I shall receive My Bride unto Myself! I have whispered sacred things, private things in your ear. You have been My intimate one, My companion. And because you rejoice in hearing the Bridegroom’s voice, for that reason, I have shared My secrets with you.

Hold fast now, Beloved, and cling to Me with all your might. Final preparations are made; no good thing will I withhold from the one that I love. All in My house are awaiting the moment that My Beloved is carried over the threshold! You shall be escorted from your old habitation of pain and limitation, into the eternal dwelling place of life everlasting. The place of wondrous glory and celestial beauty: Paradise and the City of your God. The place of endless love and worship together in My Father’s house. For you have believed and you shall rejoice with joy unspeakable, full of glory. And I shall have for Myself, the Reward of My own patience.

“O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely”; Song of Solomon 3:6

“Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!”; Song of Solomon 4:9-10

“My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; yea the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.”; Song of Solomon 6:9

 

Recorded by His servant,

Terri Hill