Romania has been unreal. Romania was the country I was least excited about. But it was a month where God taught me a ton.
Each morning our squad had a time of worship and prayer and intercession before heading out for ministry. One morning during our first week a former World Racer, whose now in Romania full-time, gave us all prophetic words from her friend. Now growing up I hadn’t been exposed to the gifitngs of the Holy Spirit such as prophesy and speaking in tongues. The race has opened my eyes up to the power of the Holy Spirit and how God wants to use us to speak into others lives with pictures/visions/words.
My prophetic word was a youtube video that ended up being a song called, “Say Something I’m giving up on you.” At first I had no idea what that meant but I spent the day in prayer and had our contact who was a former World Racer praying about it too. Also, every time I saw her she asked if I was prophetic but I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know. That night she pulled me aside and shared what the Lord had given her throughout the day.
Throughout the race, God has given me words/pictures to share but I’ve never been confident in sharing them. I’ve always had an internal battle of is it from God or is it just a random thought that has crossed my mind. Also there’s a fear of what if I share something but it makes no sense.
Rachel didn’t know any of that. She shared about how God does give me words/pictures to share and he’s telling me to ‘say something’ when he gives me those words. And if I don’t say something then the person the word/picture is for might give up on the Lord. In that moment I knew it was God telling me to be confident and to stop being fearful of whether something makes sense or not.
Ever since that moment God has given me multiple visions and words to share with our squad. One was about a coffin. Now here’s where God was testing me and I knew it. A coffin? One evening as my team was heading back from ministry we had worship music on in the car. We had missed our all squad worship that night because of ministry that day. I was frustrated about missing worship but God gave us that moment as a team to worship together, which was unexpected and awesome.
As we had worship music blaring I got a picture of a coffin. Then I saw each person on our squad laying in each of our coffins. We laid there with one eye open looking up and asking God, “Is it time?” Then I heard Him yell, “GET UP! You aren’t done yet. I’m not finished with you!” At the beginning of this month we got our flight information for home and have started making plans to get home after the race is over. It’s been a huge distraction. I don’t want to think about it. We still have 3 months left. That’s a ton of time.
I shared this picture of a coffin with my squad the next morning at worship and encouraged them to continue to stay present. I couldn’t help but to get riled up and I started to shout. “Don’t lay down and think God is done with us. We still have 3 months. There’s so much God wants to do in and through us in these months.” Thinking about home can be a huge distraction and the thought of coasting these next few months can easily cross your mind. But that’s what the enemy wants. He wants us to miss opportunities to share the gospel or miss opportunities to speak life into our teammates or squad mates.
As I spoke and shared with my squad I knew it was God’s voice. I finally spoke up and said something that God had given me to share. When I got a picture of a coffin I thought it was crazy. But God totally used it. This is just one thing that I shared but God gave me multiple other things to share and I finally stepped into it.
“Say something I’m giving up on you.”
When I heard that song it hit me. I don’t want to be the reason that someone might give up on the Lord. I want Him to use me to speak into other’s lives. Fear of saying the wrong thing or saying something insane isn’t gonna hold me back. I’m ready to fight for what I believe is true and right. Fear has no place.
This past month has been great. I’ve become confident and have experienced a crazy sense of passion that I can’t contain.
I’m ready to fight to see my brothers and sisters finally walk into who God says they are and speak life into their lives.
I. WILL. FIGHT… And will never stop.
