Tomorrow's Frogs make Today's Warts

This was not a request. This was a command. This wasn't a suggestion. This was a declarative statement of expectation.

Within moments of the power-packed, hard hitting worship, a clear picture formed in my mind the way it has so often. This new picture, a Bride with strips of white linens swirling around her, forming a cylindrical shape. Forceful winds pulling and twisting the woman as she struggled to stay grounded and her eyes focused above her on the source of the wind and RADIANT warmth. A masculine arm outstretched. The open palmed clasp in a tight grip on the woman's delicate hand. The black cross and a red heart in the middle, blowing to and fro. The woman writhing in pain. On her face, the open scream no doubt high pitched, as she struggled to maintain composure. Gradual calm overtakes as peace floods in, winds cease, and the woman is drawn up and out of the vacuum of pain into the glorious embrace of the hand and the arm. Pain becomes the face of serenity.

"You're coming up out of this pit. Tonight. No MORE!"

You know when you've been with Jesus. You just know. There's no mistaking His voice.

The only thing that brought calm to the storm is the surrender. 

Then the message went in line with everything else shown. Completely.

The degree at which you are willing to embrace the pain of recovery is the degree of healing you will receive! And when you refuse to embrace the pain of recovery, those around you have to deal with something they've never done to you!

What are the "frogs" in my life causing me to say "tomorrow"? "Tomorrow" I rid myself of this, or that. I find it hard to fathom how Pharaoh says, "tomorrow" in vs 9 of Exodus 8, when asked to "set the time!" What insane lunatic doesn't want relief from the frogs of life?

This was NOT a request. This was a command. This WASN'T a suggestion. This was a declarative statement of expectation.