About a week ago God spoke to me and showed me the most beautiful picture. It was my resting place standing with Jesus on a hill over looking a lush, green vineyard which stretched as far as the horizon. As we walked down the hill toward the vineyard the sun started to sink low as it painted warm oranges and golds across the sky. He sweetly lead me through the rows stopping ever few plants to take them gently in His hands and lay them in mine. Through this exchange He showed me how to tend to the leaves, vines, blossoms. How to handle them with such compassion, love and care. Each leaf He would lay in my hands had a name on it. I remember one had the name Tyler on it. We began to prophesy over the leaves, speak life, call forth Our Father’s plans for each one of them…
“The plans I have for you will resonate in the plans I have for others.. for the generations to come.” He told me
Back in Ghana I feel like the Lord set me down and reminded me about my life. He rocked me gently in His arms, took me to a comforting place in His embrace and spoke to me about my future. He spoke about this life that I can’t call my own. . . He spoke to me about part of His plans. . . just a glimpse.
He told me “
Katie your life is not a sacrifice. . . it is a dedication“
A dedication to what?
A dedication to the generations to come
I feel it. I feel it more and more everyday. . .his gentle tugging me in that direction. In the direction of my future and what it holds. I feel that as the days, weeks, months pass on the race a passion and fire burns brighter in my spirit that I will walk off this race and walk out a life dedicated to raising a generation. A generation with an astounding HOPE that just glistens in their eyes. A generation of fire breathing, compassionate, life speaking Kingdom builders commissioned to BRING HEAVEN TO EARTH.
I haven’t sacrificed a year (11 months to be exact). I haven’t sacrificed precious weeks, days, hours or even minutes. I haven’t sacrificed comfort, family, driving my own car by myself, or 2 Oreo cookies every night after dinner. I haven’t sacrificed my life for this beautiful mess called The World Race. I honestly don’t even know if I would have the right to consider it a sacrifice after all I have gained. I have DEDICATED myself to these 11 months. I have DEDICATED myself to these precious weeks, days, hours and even minutes. I have surrendered things of course, but in this necessary surrender I have DEDICATED myself to something greater! Something truly fruitful!
With that I will continue to dedicate my life to raising up these beautiful men and women who have been called to build God’s Kingdom. To encourage them, speak life over them, support them, their dreams and desires and watch them walk into who God truly called them to be. To pour out and love on them until I am empty as empty can be. I will dedicate my life to this for not only the next 4 months (the last 4 months) but long after the race has ended. . . because honestly when the race ends in September a new chapter in my life will just be beginning.
