“I am undone”…..
This morning, I had a powerful encounter with the Lord that surged through my entire being. I felt the weight of His glory in a way I haven’t experienced in a very long time, holy, pressing, and unmistakably alive. Moments like these leave me undone, yet they also draw me deeper into reverence.
At the same time, I never allow experiences alone to become the plumb line of truth. Encounters are precious, but Scripture remains the final authority. So, true to my nature, I reached for my Bible and began to search the Word, testing what I had seen and heard to ensure that what was released was indeed the Spirit of the Lord and fully aligned with His Word.
To my delight, the wonder of the Lord never ceases to amaze me. Again and again, Scripture faithfully bore witness to the revelation. What unfolded in His presence was not separate from His Word, but in beautiful agreement with it. With humility and awe, I now share with you what I believe the Lord is saying in this hour.
As I was worshiping the Lord, I saw incense rising, slowly, deliberately, ascending toward the throne. It was not smoke as the earth knows it, but living fragrance, of our prayers and worship made visible, fulfilling what is written: “Let my prayer be set before You as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice” (Psalm 141:2).
And as I looked, I saw the Ancient of Days seated upon the throne. From Him radiated indescribable glory, and above Him the colors of the Spirit danced and swirled, living hues, moving with intention, bearing witness to the sevenfold fullness of God. In that moment, time felt suspended. I became aware of myself there, bowing low before Him, among angels and elders, caught up in the holy order of heaven described in Daniel 7 and Revelation 4.
The atmosphere was thick with glory. I could smell frankincense, myrrh, and cinnamon, all the fragrances of priesthood, sacrifice, and consecration, echoing the sacred compound of Exodus 30. The weight of His presence pressed upon me, yet it was accompanied by the brilliance of His flame, a fire that illuminates without consuming.
Then I became aware that the Spirit was hovering over us. I understood—not by reasoning, but by revelation—that a dimension was opening. The Spirit was waiting for me to speak. Yet no language formed on my lips. All that came forth was a groan.
From the depths of my belly, a mighty sound erupted. I found myself moaning, groaning, and roaring as I lay fully prostrate before Him. It was not emotionalism; it was alignment. It was the sound Paul spoke of: “the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered” (Romans 8:26). As this sound was released, I understood that the dimension opening before me was the realm of His treasures.
Then I heard Him say,
“I am releasing My treasures that will make provision in time of need. I am releasing scrolls of destiny, scrolls of purpose and scrolls of greater assignments for this hour. The dimension of My treasury is open to ALL who believe.”
At His words, the heavens opened further. I saw mantles falling, each one carrying an assignment, each one bearing an authority greater than what we have known before. Immediately, the Scripture thundered within me: “No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Corinthians 2:9). There was a reverential holiness on these mantles, implying they are not to be worn carelessly. I sensed they are falling on those who fear the Lord.
I believe the heavens are opening in greater dimensions as we seek His face and behold His light. As we turn our gaze toward Him, unveiled, unhurried, and undistracted, we are drawn into realms of glory that are accessed not by striving, but by beholding. For “we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory” (2 Corinthians 3:18).
The gate of transfiguration is open, not as a spectacle, but as an appointed passage for such a time as this. On the mountain, “His face shone like the sun, and His clothes became as white as the light” (Matthew 17:2), revealing that when heaven overshadows the earthly, identity is clarified and mortality is eclipsed by glory. This same unveiling is promised again, for “the glory of the Lord shall be revealed” (Isaiah 40:5), and light in His kingdom does not merely illuminate, it transforms.
In this hour, God is equipping and mantling His people for what is to come. Scripture reveals that heaven contains treasuries released in season, for “the Lord will open to you His good treasury, the heavens” (Deuteronomy 28:12), and “my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19). These treasures, scrolls and mantles are not ornamental but holy and weighty, carrying assignments prepared beforehand by God (Ephesians 2:10) and stewarded by those who fear the Lord, “to whom much is given, much will be required” (Luke 12:48).
This is not a season of casual Christianity, but of consecrated transformation. As “our God is a consuming fire” (Hebrews 12:29), those who linger in His presence are refined and clothed, not merely with power, but with glory that reflects Him, for “the righteous will shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father” (Matthew 13:43)—SELAH.
By Brenda Carriere Nash