"The heaviness of the oppressor wants to interfere with this journey that you are on with your God!
Silver stars sparkle on your sweater on your black as midnight background.
As you sit there on a chair, so beat down that you believed that you could not move anymore, even as all the other ladies were there enjoying theirselves greatly.
Kicking and shaking off their cares as they whirrled and danced around the room... you were so sure that you could not move, that you did not want to join in the festive atmosphere that was there.
Thinking that you might appear undignified if you dared stand up and attempt to move to the Spirit who was so thick in the air, affraid that you might hurt too much as you attempt to dance without a care... that you might show your all too human side and break down and cry, that you would let the tears flow like a river which would never end.
So as your sisters in Christ had you sit down in the middle of the room, the Holy Spirit Surgeon had to make the needed incisions to the strong holds that barred you from Me.
I who am you spritual Husband and your King for all eternity.
I want you to be healed so that I can reach out to hold your precious hand; and have you rise and walk with Me out beneath the darkened sky's canopy.
Because My love, as much as I love the beauty of the stars of night and the moon as it shines brightly; to Me none compare to your essence of your brilliant, pleasing light.. the one which shines so brightly on the inside.
Then one day I will escort you so that you can walk in the gardens of divine delights. Then you will be able to dance and laugh again with your sisters who wait at that place of peace and serenity!"