My child, I see you as an eagle gliding in the air above all the vast geography, over mountains and plains. The Lord is saying My Child, glide in the wind of My Spirit. Let My wind carry you, that you may soar effortlessly. I sense that you’ve felt you’ve had to flap your wings fast and hard to produce but the Lord is saying rest, relax, and the let the wind of My currents carry you. You’ll go farther with less effort and traverse more area, more ground.
I hear the Father say though your strength is small, come closer. I see you beating on drums pouring out, and you’re drenched in sweat. I see your exhaustion and the Lord is saying come eat at My table that you may eat, drink, refresh, renew…….
I see you hunched over on the table, your head resting on your folded arms on the table, you’re sobbing from the exhaustion, and the Lord is just pouring over you, He’s saying give it to Me, I am the Resurrection and the Life. That which you put into My hands, is touched by the glory.