Prophecy.
It’s one of those words that tend to strike fear, confusion, frustration, and
even begin intense debates amongst many believers. However, on The World Race,
we realize that it is not only a common practice today, but it is a gift that
the Lord desires to give His children.
1
Corinthians 14:39 says:
“Therefore, my dear brothers, be eager to prophesy, and do not forbid
speaking in tongues.”
One particular morning, early in
December, the girls had gone over to Erika’s house to start baking Christmas
cookies. I love to bake, but I stayed behind for a while to finish everyone’s
laundry. When I finished with the laundry, instead of going to catch up with
the baking, I felt like I needed to just sit outside and work on some of the
yard work instead. I wasn’t sure why, but I grabbed a bucket, sat in the dirt,
and began to pull weeds.
The men were not far from me working on
the cactus garden, and when they went for their first load of dirt, Louis came
and sat down on the wall next to me to chat for a few minutes. We had casual
conversation and discussed sports, life in America, and what the weather was
like in GA, and when the men returned, Louis went back to instructing them.
About 30 min. later, they left for another load, and he came to sit with me
again. He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes and said, “The Lord has
something He wants me to tell you.”
The
sun was beating hard that day and sweat was dripping down my face. His
unexpected words caught me by surprise and I stopped pulled weeds for a moment
to focus on every word he said, knowing they were not his own. When Louis began
to speak, he spoke of things he never could have known about my life or the
struggles of my heart. After all, this was only the first day we had spoken
one-on-one. Tears began to fill my eyes and run down my cheeks as they mixed
with the dirt on my face, but I didn’t care. All I cared about were the words
that my heavenly father had for me, and the man He had sent to deliver them.
His words were like a breath of fresh air and a relief to me. For the first
time in a long time, I remembered that who I am as a beautiful child of God is
enough. My future and the people in it are in His hands, and I don’t have to
keep working to be ENOUGH for my heavenly Father. He already loves me, just as
I am.
I
stood up and Louis and I hugged until the men returned. I wiped my tears, put
away my bucket, and went into the house to join the girls, realizing that I had
a greater purpose in being outside that afternoon.
