Have you ever set out to do something and the result was not what you
expected at all? I guess that happens a
lot in life. God has given me a new
name: servant. And it doesn’t look like
what I thought it would at all.
So my newest service to my team has been massage ministry. Yep, it’s pretty legit; I go all out with
massage oil, candles and soft music. The
girls get the royal treatment, it’s actually a lot of fun setting everything up
for a relaxing experience (sorry boys).
I get the chance to speak life over whomever I’m massaging, praying or
speaking words as the Spirit leads me. I
feel that the environment and the relaxing of the body provides an opportunity
to enjoy just resting in the presence of the Lord.
So I set out to bless my teammate Megan one night… And I totally got
served.
I put all my effort into setting everything up nicely, even had the little
space heater to warm up the room to a cozy temperature. Candles, oil and soft music…. The
works. When Megan came in, we got
everything situated and I started to give her the massage. And wouldn’t you know it, she starts asking
me questions about ME. My family, my
life, my interests. And if anybody knows
me, they know that I love talking about my family. Some probably think I talk about them too
much, but I don’t really care cause I LOVE ‘EM!
So while I was rubbing her back, she kept me talking about the things I
love, just listening to me chatter on and encouraging me with her open heart.
But that was just the start. After I
had finished, we sat in silence in the quiet of that room, soaking in the
presence of the Lord.
And then she spoke.
She spoke over me such encouragement, such LIFE. She spoke anointing into my hands, the hands
of a servant. She spoke things that I
never believed about myself and declared the truth of them. She spoke of my identity in Christ, my
calling as a servant and my place on this team.
And I could hardly speak. Though
my flesh objected at the start, refusing to acknowledge the truth of her
statements, the Lord spoke through her and to my heart. Worldly views had perverted my eyesight, and
I had gotten so used to seeing myself through critical and self-depreciating
eyes that it hurt to actually recognize the truth of who I was in Christ. And I knew what she was saying was true.
So as I sat there in that dimly lit room, realizing who I REALLY was, I
couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean
honestly, who expects to be served when you are serving? That is something I’m still getting used to.
