Our New Normal

Stumbled upon this place in You

My journey through hills and 

valleys lead me here

Never knew this place existed

I am on holy ground 

I can hardly stand

I fall to the ground

Never felt this close to You

Everything is beginning to make sense 

In this wide, open place in You

Is this the path that leads to portals 

and realms and atmospheres 

No eye has seen?

No ear hear has heard?

Reserved for those who laid down 

their lives and hearts to be One with You?

Sobs race through my body

I feel unworthy to be with You

So much of the world still clings to me

You read my heart and remove the 

last debris that could potentially hurt our covenant with a burning flame

Your love gushes through my whole being

This uninhibited love new to me

I cannot get enough of Your presence 

In awe of Your meticulous hand at 

work in my life

I resign my life again

A living sacrifice to be used by You

Time stands still….

In our place of meeting 

You and me

I – in You

Our new normal…

— Ebigale Wilson

The Journey


Emerging From Desolate Places

You thought you could stop her

Derail Papa’s dreams for her

Her broken parts visible 

Her wounded heart too

Guided by fear 

Consumed by her pain

Desolate places her home 

You thought she would die here

That the challenges of valleys 

would make her fall apart 

That she would dwell around 

waste places forever 

That storms would overcome her

Wildernesses would scare her

She now knows your attacks are

instrumental in awakening wounded daughters to their birthright

Safe places and seasons do 

not challenge and develop us

Daughters awaken in narrow places

All your attacks fell to the ground 

Father’s blood never loses its power

Angels never left our side

Daughters step into their purposes

on the enemies ground

Our true identity brought forth 

when we faced hell

Prepared and fearless

Healed and restored

Weapons of war in Father’s hand

Daughters are emerging from 

desolate places

To take a hold of Father’s new!

— Ebigale Wilson

Emerging From Desolate Places

The Journey

Human Intervention Was Not Necessary

She never stopped to invite You 

into her messes and failures

Too busy to play “God”

She tried many things

At the end of herself 

She turned to You

While everything she held onto 

slipped away

There was something different 

in the atmosphere

An unusual urgency to go on 

an adventure with You

Your voice the sound of many waters

called her out into the deep

Announcing that it was her time of Love

You entered into a covenant with her

When no one would touch her

You covered her nakedness

When no eye pitied her

You called her Your beloved 

When she was betrayed

You swore an oath to her 

When everyone left her

You were the glory in her midst 

When she was alone

Daughters lured into the wilderness

Our pain

Our brokenness 

Our failures

Our sin 

Qualified us

In the letting go of everything 

A deep untangling took place

Jesus became our deepest need

Human intervention was not necessary 

Pappa’s love was all we need

There is a place in Father where our 

spirits are awaken to only His voice

A sacred place stumbled upon 

those who laid it all down 

A place where we trade our rags 

and Father clothes us in a peace that surpasses all understanding

We can spend all eternity here

The One who won our hearts dwells here!

It took painful wildernesses journeys 

Of separation and seclusion 

Of stripping and stretching

Of dying and letting go

To know Love in all His facets

Consecrated ones dwell in this place 

where there is no limit in Him!

— Ebigale Wilson

Human intervention was not necessary


Time To Revisit My Promises

You did not know Me child

The trying seasons 

The roadblocks 

The stop signs

Had you turn to me

When your heart was broken 

you searched for Me

In the shadows

Low places

Dark nights

You held on to Me 

You cried yourself to sleep 

many times

Brokenness written over 

your heart

I loved you to wholeness

When caves were your home

Tombs your dwelling place

The voices in your head 

announcing your end

I would not let go of you

Though there were times 

you begged me to

In the wilderness I trained you

In many furnaces I purified you

Storms I used to strengthen your faith

During your most trying season

My heart and character were 

birthed in you

Before our journey you knew 

Me in part

Now your eyes have seen Me!

You experienced the depths and 

heights of My love

I have awakened every dormant 

place in you

It is time to revisit My promises

You have found favor in My sight!

—Ebigale Wilson

Time To Revisit My Promises

The Journey


It Is The Time Of The Promise

You would have prefered soft paths

Father knew it would never do

You were created for purposes 

much bigger then your thoughts 

could ever comprehend

You would have wanted to walk on 

soft places

Father would not let you settle for less than

He created you to be

You were formed in hidden places 

to shift atmospheres 

Demons tremble when they hear your name 

God set you apart 

Trained you in the dark

At times you thought of giving up

Why would a loving Father lead you on paths many never tread?

He knew you would possess many mountains

Rule and reign with His heart and 

character beating through you

Everything you have been waiting 

for is unfolding before you

Hold fast to My hand

In Me you are safe

Darkness fears you

You dont have to fear

I will take you places to 

represent My heart

Influence, influence will be your 

middle name

A sword in My hand

Bringing division to darkness and light

The battle has been won

It is your time to shine bright

I love your heart more than anything 

I see so many glimpses of Me in you 

Hold out your hands

It is the time of the promise

The fullfilment is here

Forgive and forget

The world will see in you a life holy 

and set apart for My purposes 

You will set captives free

The race has been won

My joyous one

You have been faithful 

Come get your reward

I am wiping your tears

The old is gone

Step into My glory

Come get your crown!!!

— Ebigale Wilson

“It is the time of the promise”

The Journey


Rooted In Faith She Stood

Rooted in faith she stood

A banner of Father’s grace

Broken, scorned, rejected 

Kept her position during 

her most trying times

Dark clouds are lifting

She can see clearly

Everything is falling into place 

The time of manifestation is here

The enemy watched her every move

The mountains she invaded 

The gates she possessed 

The walls she guarded 

Father’s voice her roadmap 

His blood her armour

Leading her into her promise land

Throw whatever at her

She will know what to do

Trained, steadfast, focused 

A diadem in Father’s hands

She moves as He commands

Hell could not stop her 

Summoned from an everlasting Kingdom

Tried and tested through fires 

Now she is a flame

Storms do not scare her

She was trained to ride waves

In valleys He matured her

Amongst like minded dwellers 

She found her home 

Daughters are awakening to 

higher purposes

Moving into and occupying 

dimensions never experienced

Heavenly blueprints unravelling

Father is extending His sceptre

The manifestation of Father’s  

goodness a ripple effect

As daugters accept and embrace 

heavenly mandates

We are silent no more!

— Ebigale Wilson

Rooted In Faith She Stood

The Journey


Stumble Upon Grace

The shadows her safe place

Non stop chatter in her head

Anxiety and fear her daily bread

She would go down desperate 

roads to numb her pain

Only to wake up the same

Every open door she entered

To get rid of her pain

Looking for solace in imperfect people

Thinking they have the power 

to heal her

If breadcrumbs are all you know 

Hurting people are a feast

Yet she never fit

Never belonged

Her heart a dark hole

Mere moments light tried 

to break through

She could see a glimpse of a 

better tomorrow

Light finds His way to her heart

Through testimonies of the sons 

and the daughters Jesus freed

She saw something different in 

those He transformed

They had hope and peace even 

in the midst of challenges 

Her life a circle of fear

There is a God who sees us

Our brokenness does not scare Him

Not even our wrong choices

Our sin or our pasts

He guide’s us through our graves

The hard places we choose to ignore

Breaking down stone walls of 

guilt and regret

Till we stumble upon grace and

Father’s light breaks through places the enemy once ruled!

— Ebigale Wilson

Stumble Upon Grace

The Journey


Unmatched Legacy

On the edge of giving up

One battle after the other

Her body is bruised

Her ego even more

Seems like every demon is after her

A regular in the gates of hell

She is a worshiper

She is a warrior

Trained by the Best

Known in heaven and hell

She knows what to do…

Worship is how she fights

her battles

Instantly darkness leaves

Making way for Light

Doing what she knows best

Her worship brings heaven 

down to earth

She pours out her heart like 

an alabaster box

A costly perfume of a 

yielded life

Tears well up in her eyes

Overcome by the presence of Jesus

She remembers Holy Spirit words

“See your challenges as training”

Warriors are trained in the 

gates of hell

Discovering their identity and purpose while surrounded by enemies

He is taking you higher

Challenges, painful times are

Father’s methods of training us

Looking past the enemy

We see Jesus

The bigger picture

Warriors do not give up

We fight the good fight of faith

Bold and unashamedly

Leaving an unmatched legacy 

for generations to come.

— Ebigale Wilson

Unmatched Legacy

The Journey



On the threshold of a new beginning

Our inheritances called our names

Ruth beamed with joy

Excited for the new

I turned back to the familiar

My past pleaded with me to stay

I could not pay the price of a 

laid down life

Of dying to self

Of kissing the cross

My comfort zone my safe place

Growth was not expected

I could not embrace the new

Step into the unknown 

The path laid out for me

My ending would have been different

Had I embraced change

Invaded new territories

Built my faith in hills and valleys

Everyone forgot about me

I left nothing of worth

Only a legacy of regret and remorse

Please do not follow me

My steps lead nowhere

Make the wilderness your home

You are stronger then you realize

Braver then you will ever know

Write your future bold and bright

Leave legacies of wild faith

All of heaven backs you up!

Soon your journeys will be powerful testimonies

Reaching women near and far

Enlarge your territory!

Embrace new paths!

Walk through new doors!

Hold on to your Beloved!

The faint hearted will know that if you could, they can too!

— Ebigale Wilson


The Journey

Many Times You Said No

Many times you said no

Closed doors in my face

Silence my only companion

As I walked through the valley

of the shadow of death

Hope up in flames

Dreams shattered

Questions on my lips

Your silence my only answer

Low places

Dark nights

Endless losses

Could not comprehend

The “no’s” of a loving God

You knew the end

I saw in part

I now understand

The importance of Your “no’s”

Of closed doors

Shattered dreams

Lonely pits

Endless Prisons

You train Your bride in the

face of their enemies

In the valleys their hope is renewed

In wild storms their faith is stirred

You burn “earth” out of them in

fiery furnaces

Till a bride stripped of her old

nature stands before You

Desperate and addicted to

abide in Your presence

Nothing in this world satisfies

her like Jesus does

The delicacies of the world

a distant memory

The bride only has eyes for her Beloved

The “no’s” made her fearless

In ways “yes’s” never would

The “no’s” built her character

In ways “yes’s” never could

The identity of the remnant bride

Was hidden in her Beloved’s “no’s”

The bride was trained and birthed through the “no’s” of her Beloved.

— Ebigale Wilson

Many Times You Said No

The Journey