There is a tension in the spirit realm. It was a heavy weight I could feel in worship last night.

 

It’s the push and pull between the old and the new. While God is trying to bring you into the new, you have a death grip on the old. The tension of hanging onto both sides of that rope is more than you can bear.

 

Let go of the old. You’ve danced between the two long enough.

 

Old assignments.

Old days.

Old life.

Old ways.

Old circles.

 

It’s over now.

The brook has dried up and God has provision for you in a new place and space.

 

The pressure is building, and I can see a bottle with a cork in it.

 

You need to get into position.

 

God is about to pop that cork with a grand entrance. The pressure of Heaven is calling for a birthing of something beautiful. You don’t want to miss it simply because you were in an old place, hanging onto an old rope.

 

Isa 43:19 – See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.