My Sister is Named Victorious!

I must grieve for my sister, for she is gone from us. The physical representation of her likeness became but a shell, with no spirit of life inside. Her flush of color is only from the artificial breath forced into her. How can she be delivered from this appearance of life, which is in reality, a living death? How can the charade be ended?

Let her go. Let her go into the judgement, which results from her actions, that death may separate her from final destruction, and so her sons may live life for her. Only after she has gone down into the depths, will she be freed, finally and totally. Her connection to all that passes for life here, must be disconnected and removed! All things, maintaining the stasis intact, must end.

In the stillness of the cessation of her very breath of the flesh, new life is born, a spiritual ressurection from the dead, where a purity of brand new eyes can behold their Redeemer with understanding. When all hope is removed, He will become your Hope, and the life of your sons. Follow Him now, down into the depths, and die to everything but His salvation (His Yeshua). "He has become my salvation" (Psalm 118). Die to the world, my sister, so your life will be found in Him. Let His will be your will. Let your words be His words. Let your life be His life (Gal 2:20). Rise up again, my sister, to walk in the victory of your son's! Let your sons confess, "I am of the crucified One, for He has become my Deliverer." 

Psalm 118:14-18New American Standard Bible (NASB)

14 The Lord is my strength and song,
And He has become my salvation.

15 The sound of joyful shouting and salvation is in the tents of the righteous;
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
16 The right hand of the Lord is exalted;
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
17 I will not die, but live,
And tell of the works of the Lord.
18 The Lord has disciplined me severely,
But He has not given me over to death.