You Will See My Goodness — The Glory Behind the Battle

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“Simon, Simon, listen! Satan has asked [permission] to sift all of you like grain; but I have prayed [especially] for you, [Simon,] that your faith may not fail; and you, once you have turned back again [to Me], strengthen and support your brothers.”

— Luke 22:31–32 AMP

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The battle isn’t because of your failure.

It’s because of your future.

You’ve mistaken the warfare as a sign of divine absence. But I, the Lord, say to you now: the opposition is proof of the outpouring that is coming.

The sifting has been violent, the pressure unbearable, but I have permitted it not to destroy you—but to refine the vessel of glory I’m preparing in you.

The enemy has seen what I’ve cloaked in secrecy.

He has heard the whisper of your assignment and smelled the fragrance of favor rising from your altar of obedience.

And he is afraid.

Not of you in your weakness, but of Me manifesting through you.

He knows what happens when you rise in active faith.

When you war from identity, not insecurity.

When you hold My Word like a flaming sword and declare what I’ve said even when your eyes haven’t yet seen it.

That’s why he’s come to weary you. To whisper that I’ve forgotten. To break your roar into a whimper. To convince you that the delay is denial.

But I AM NOT LATE.

I am intentional. Surgical. Strategic. Sovereign.

The enemy wants to sift you, yes. But I have prayed for you.

I have wrapped you in intercession, even as I allowed the wind to blow against your resolve.

Not to break you, beloved—

but to separate the faith you’ve memorized from the faith you now must embody.

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The Glory Behind the Battle

This isn’t just opposition—it’s a response to your impending glory.

You are a carrier of My goodness.

And the moment I reveal My goodness through you, it provokes hell. Because My goodness isn’t gentle to darkness—it shatters it.

It offends it.

It displaces it.

You think this storm is because of what you’ve done wrong.

But the enemy is attacking because of what you’re about to do right.

There is glory in you. There is promise through you.

You’ve wondered, Why such resistance? Why now?

Because I am about to reveal Myself in a way that will make every enemy assignment regret touching your name.

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The Call to Active Faith

Do not yield to weariness.

Do not cave to spiritual amnesia.

Remember who I AM.

I AM the God who parts seas, rends heavens, and breathes life into dry bones.

I AM the God who remembers every tear, every fast, every whisper of hope in the midnight hour.

Now, I call you to ROAR.

Yes—roar your promises with passion.

Declare My Word with holy fire.

Take up your shield. Wield the sword of truth. Slice through the fog with faith that offends fear.

You are not at the edge of defeat. You are at the edge of unveiling.

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I Hear the Spirit Say

“I have seen you hold the line when no one else saw.

I have watched you speak life when all around you was death.

I have gathered your tears, and I have stored your prayers.

And now I come—not just as comforter, but as King.

I am coming to overturn the plans set in motion against you.

I am coming to expose every lie and unravel every curse.

I am coming to establish you, promote you, and clothe you with My radiant goodness.

Watch Me work.

Watch Me war.

Watch Me win—through you.”

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Declarations of Holy Confidence (Reforged in Fire)

• I declare, according to Luke 22:32, my faith is sustained by the intercession of Yeshua Himself. I do not falter under pressure—I rise from the sifting with resurrection strength, fully restored, and I release strength to others as a weapon of deliverance.

• I declare, according to Psalm 27:13, I am beholding the goodness of the Lord now—not later, not eventually, but here in the land of the living. My eyes are trained on glory, and my expectation is saturated with miracles.

• I declare, according to Isaiah 61:7, every cycle of shame is shattered. I wear double honor like a mantle, and joy runs like oil through my bones. I feast in the inheritance of the righteous, and no thief can steal what the Lord has given me.

• I declare, according to Romans 8:37, I am not barely surviving—I am overwhelmingly victorious. The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead breathes in me. Every opposition is overruled by the One who has already overcome.

• I declare, according to Exodus 14:13–14, I stand still and see the salvation of my God. The pursuit of the enemy is cut off by the hand of Yahweh. He fights for me. His breath parts the waters before me. I do not retreat—I pass through on dry ground

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Prayer of War and Alignment

King Yeshua, Righteous Intercessor,

You are my Advocate in the courtroom of Heaven.

You are the Lion who roars over every scheme of hell.

You are the Shield around me—the Fire within me—the Glory that lifts my head.

Lord, I confess the weariness, but I renounce the lie that You have forgotten me.

Strengthen my hands for battle.

Fuel my mouth with fire.

Align my soul with what Heaven is saying—not what my feelings suggest.

Let the sifting make me holy, not hopeless.

Let the roar rise louder than the storm.

Let the promises of old catch fire in my bones again.

I believe, even now, that I will see Your goodness.

Let it not only touch me—let it flow through me.

Let my life become a living testimony that the righteous are never forsaken.

I rise.

I war.

I win—because You already have.

In Your holy name, Yeshua,

Amen.

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Final Prophetic Charge

Beloved warrior, the fire on your life is not random—it’s recognition. Hell has heard the whispers of what Heaven has planned for you. The storm wasn’t sent to stop you—it was allowed to reveal you. You are not on the brink of collapse; you are on the verge of unveiling.

Do not bow to the weariness. Do not mistake the silence for absence. This is the hush before the roar—the stillness before My justice thunders through your life.

I, the Lord, have not forgotten you.

I am not a God who forgets the altar or misplaces the sacrifice.

You will see My goodness. Not in theory. Not in distant dreams. But in your land. In your generation. In your very body. In your household. In your now.

The battle confirms the blessing. The pressure precedes the promotion. The sifting has only qualified you to carry a weight of glory you couldn’t carry before.

So rise, with holy confidence.

Roar, with righteous indignation.

Pray, with a fiery boldness that shakes the gates of hell.

You were never just called to survive.

You were appointed to ignite.

Let this be the hour you burn with glory.

Let this be the season the promises live again.

Let this be the moment you stand—not just as one who believes, but as one who beholds.

The King has stepped into your story.

And He is rewriting everything.

You will see My goodness.

You will walk in My glory.