Isaiah 14:2

Several months ago, I was on a road trip. I was driving on one of my favorite roads. I was passing a cemetery that is familiar to me. Father has asked me to stop there, over the years, for various pieces of cleansing it needed. On this road trip, there was no prompt to stop. But what I heard the Lord say was- Ask for the promises written on those bones to be resurrected and to have new life.

Hmm. I asked, without understanding. And to further the mystery he said- Isaiah 14:2 is written on the bone of your forearm.

I could not even pretend to understand this mystery. It took me two days to look it up.

Isa 14: [2] And the people shall take them, and bring them to their place: and the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the LORD for servants and handmaids: and they shall take them captives, whose captives they were; and they shall rule over their oppressors.

What? I don’t want to rule my oppressors. I didn’t understand. but the Lord is truth.

Last week, in the Spirit, I saw one of the perpetrators of my youth. She was talking to Sheol. She was asking what was next, since her body is aged now. I heard the promise of Sheol, that she would be able to come back without a body, when her body had finished. That she would have great assignments and be unencumbered. I knew she would be an earthbound spirit, assigned to keep people from callings and destinies. I was horrified.

The Lord asked me if I was ok with that. I was vehement in my negative response. He asked if I would like to put a marker on the exit of time/entrance into eternity that was her portion. The marker would guarantee she could not re-enter. I did. The marker was placed.

And he said- this is Isaiah 14:2. Your authority will rule over her exit.

I was undone.

My perpetrator knew, of course. She tried to haunt in a dream. But I lucid dream now, and that too was ruling over my oppressor.

And today, praying for Israel, I am asking the same passage with a different application. That Israel would rule over her oppressors.

Surely he makes everything beautiful in its time.

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