As I waited on the Lord this morning for a word from him specifically for his girls he opened up a picture to me of a man dressed in fresh, clean 18th century gentleman's attire. He wore a red coat and white breaches and was perfectly groomed.  But he was seated in a dungeon cell with manacles on his hands. I saw the manacles suddenly break off him and he immediately stood up and left. I sensed that he knew exactly where he was going and what he was going to do.