Consecrated.

Tears flow.  Words I don't even understand with my mind flow from my lips as my spirit cries out to the deep of My Lord.

I long, I desire to go to the mountain.

And the prophetic words, are more than words, they are like a trumpet to my soul:

Come, come away!  Consecrate yourself unto Me.  In Me, find your desire and your hope, the fulfillment of everything you were created for.