“What are you afraid of?” God asked me this question today through my host here in Port Elizabeth. He went on to say that I tend to say that I have a lot of depth and wisdom and ideas that I’ve been timid too share. He said I used to talk more, but at some point started sitting back instead and that what I had to say has value and that I shouldn’t be scared to walk into the things God has planned. He went on to mention how in Ezekiel (the current book I am reading) God commands Ezekiel to call out to the dry dead bones and command life and breathe into them and that I have the power to bring life into those around me. And everyday I have the chance to do that with everyone around me who are spiritually dead. We’ve not even talked but a couple times, but God told him so much. I wanted to cry when he was done saying these things, because he was right.
When did I become the one to sit back and wait for the moment to speak? To sit back and hope that I don’t upset anyone with my words? Who told me that my opinions didn’t matter enough? And when did I start worrying so much about people pleasing?
At some point I stopped sharing because people didn’t care. I stopped dreaming because it was all just a dream that could never be achieved.
The real question is, who in Hell made me stop? Hell being the key word. There will always be opposition in my life as I strive after God and that opposition might seem to come from the people around me, but ultimately it comes from the Devil. And He constantly makes me feel as though I am being brushed under the rug and walked all over. Half the time I listen to these thoughts and end up putting myself under the rug by believing the lies. People pleasing is okay if you are doing it out of love and serving, but not when you do it out of fear.
Truth is though that I don’t need to be afraid of what others think or say about my dreams and goals because God gave me those desires and NOT for burial but for planting. I was made to blossom and see my dreams flourish. And people try to tell me what can and cannot happen or that the ideas I have just aren’t reality. But since when did any of God’s stories not start or end with miraculous and outrageous aspects?
I don’t want to be living in fear, too worried of what makes others happy. My only concern should be what makes God happy. And sometimes those can be the same thing, but usually God asks us to do things that don’t really make sense so that His power can be perfected in our weakness. God doesn’t ever need me to accomplish anything, He choses to invite me into what He is doing simply out of love. That isn’t just a message for me though, he wants to involve us and call us into impossible things. It is not called a miracle if anyone can do it. It’s time to live to the fullest and how God intended.
((((SO FAR THIS IS MY FAVORITE COUNTRY AND MINISTRY AND HOSTS))))
Prayer Requests:
My Granny is not doing so great so please keep the family in mind
Love Story (The super duper awesome ministry I am working with) -For their continued support from the community as well as transformation in the lives they reach out to.
My mom’s fundraising to come to South Africa (You can find her on PayPal – Agnes Schultz is her name)
One of the homeless mothers we feed every night – For trust in God as well as a safe place to stay
