I've been blessed with the spiritual gift of exhortation. Interestingly, Words of Affirmation is also my primary love language.
Translation? I know how to use words. Encouragement and affirmation come willingly and easily when called upon. This also means, however, that I know how to use words to cut people to the core.
Kind words bring life, but cruel words crush the spirit. (Prov. 15:4)
Last night, my church gathered together as a family and watched the documentary "Father of Lights," about our calling into a ministry of reconciliation, that we might be lights in a dark world, as our Father is Light to the darkness. If we carry Him in us, then His light is carried in us as well- we can't help it.
This morning, as He gently woke me up an hour and a half before my alarm was set to go off, I started thinking about how wonderful and sweet my Papa is- how lovingly He cares for me, waking me up to spend time with me before my long day that will undoubtedly tempt and try me.
I started thinking of the film we had watched the night before, and how it affected the deepest parts of my soul to watch faith in action, to hear a prayer and see it answered on screen. I want this. I want faith that moves mountains. I want to pray healing into the nations, into people that are so desperate they can't see the hope in front of them. I want to pray physical healing into people, that the walls they have so painfully built up around them will be broken by miraculous healing.
But as I was thinking and praying about this, I felt the Lord tugging my heart strings: This is not what I have for you, Beloved. This is not my plan for you right now.
What then, Lord? I want to work miracles for you! I'm going to the nations, help me to make Your name famous!
And it hit me: He has already given me such a powerful gift- why haven't I used it for His glory? Why have I not yet dedicated it back to Him? How could I have been so blind to such a miracle for so long??
And so, this morning, bright and early via my Dad's wake-up call, I dedicated my spiritual gift back to Him. I thanked Him for all the good He had done already through me, without my acknowledging it or praising Him for it.
My prayer now, is that He will continue to give me opportunities to learn and grow in the area of affirmation and exhortation. I pray that He surrounds me with people wiser and humbler than I, who can correct and encourage my growth. I pray that this ministry of emotional healing through words becomes a ministry of reconciliation, drawing people into a closer relationship with Him through words that He has for them. I pray to be a vessel for the Lord, letting my mouth be so connected to His that His words flow through me.
I pray that the Lord blesses and empowers me with the ability and courage to speak into people's lives what they need to hear, directly from the Lord, to their specific needs, that words of Knowledge and Revelation will be a regular part of my ministry from now on. I want to speak words that will reveal how the Lord really IS there, and He has been there. And He is in control. Amen.
“The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment. “ Dorothy Nevill
