My beloved, come close.
Let Me show you what many long to see,
but only the hungry pursue:
My heavenly courts.
They are not far.
They are not myth.
They are not closed to you.
They are open because of My blood.
In My courts, justice flows like a river.
Mercy speaks louder than accusation.
Here, the accuser of the brethren stands,
but he stands defeated—
for every charge he brings,
My blood answers with one cry:
Paid in full.
The courts of heaven are not a place of fear.
They are the place of divine order,
of decisions sealed in glory,
of destinies unlocked by My decree.
The Ancient of Days sits upon the throne.
Thousands upon thousands attend Him.
Books are opened—
Books written before time began,
with your name, your purpose, your calling
etched into the pages.
Come before Me not as a beggar,
but as My bride, My ambassador, My witness.
You have a place here.
You have access.
Speak what I speak.
Decree what I decree.
Do not plead with the enemy—
bring your case before Me.
My blood is your evidence.
My Word is your foundation.
My Spirit is your advocate.
In My courts, injustice is overruled.
In My courts, curses are overturned.
In My courts, verdicts are rendered
in favor of the saints.
You are not powerless in this war.
Come boldly.
Come reverently.
Come often.
For I desire not just warriors on the field,
but sons and daughters in My court,
who legislate through prayer,
who rule with wisdom,
who carry My heart into the earth.
I say to you:
Take your place.
Wear your robe.
Hold your authority.
And let heaven touch earth—through you."**
