The oil will flow again. The anointing that once seemed distant will return in power. The presence of El Shaddai will not be restrained. The lamp will not go out in the night. “You have anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows” (Psalm 23:5, NASB). What was dry shall become drenched. What was hollow shall carry fire again.
The river will well up with the water of life. The Spirit is stirring the deep. The cracks in the earth will not stop the flow. From the altar to the nations, the stream is rising. “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never be thirsty” (John 4:13–14, NASB). This water is not seasonal. It is eternal.
All that has been stolen will be restored. Every loss that seemed final—every dream deferred, every promise you buried in silence—He remembers. “I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten” (Joel 2:25, NASB). The thief is being caught, and heaven is releasing repayment sevenfold (Proverbs 6:31).
The Lord is faithful. He is not slow. He is not absent. He is not indifferent. His Word runs swiftly, and His covenant stands firm. “Let us hold firmly to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful”(Hebrews 10:23, NASB). He will not forget what He whispered in the dark.
And the Lord has sent this. This word is not emotion. It is not hype. It is not borrowed from another season. This is the Lord’s decree. “The Lord gives the command; the women who proclaim good news are a great army” (Psalm 68:11, NASB). (In the original Hebrew, “women” is literal—God is raising up even those the world often overlooks to declare His victory.) Hear it and carry it.
And the glass will shatter.
The illusions will break. The man-made limits will fall. The religious structures that restrained His presence will not stand. “Is not My word like fire,” declares the Lord, “and like a hammer which shatters a rock?” (Jeremiah 23:29, NASB). Let every glass wall between you and His glory be broken.
What separated the upper room from the streets was shattered by the Spirit’s arrival. So it will be again. Not confined. Not constrained. Not tamed. The shattering has begun.
Let the sound of breaking glass awaken the sleeping Church. Let the oil be poured out in fullness. Let the river rise. Let the Bride arise without fear, without blemish, burning with love for her King.
He is coming. Not to patch up what man has built, but to reign in glory.
Prayer
Father, we receive this word with trembling and with faith. Break every barrier, Lord. Shatter every illusion. Let the oil flow freely again over Your people. Let the river of life rise in us, through us, and among us. We ask for restoration where we’ve suffered loss. We ask for power where we’ve grown weak. And we say together—The Lord has sent this. Let it be done, in Yeshua’s Name. Amen.