Home.
A word that I didn’t think I would ever start talking about.
A place that seemed so far away, but is now so close I can almost see it.
A lot of people have been asking what I am going to do next, or what I am going to do when I get home.
I am going to suffer.
That’s what’s next.
That’s what I’m going to do when I get home.
Before you all freak out, let me explain.
The Lord simply told me that I was going to suffer for Him in this next season.
It all started the night before my birthday:
I was praying and asking God to make 21 the best year ever for me and He kept telling me over and over that I was going to suffer. I ignored Him.
Then, my friend did a listening prayer for me and every single verse that she gave me talked about going through many trials and suffering for Jesus. I ignored that too.
It gets better: After I ignored Jesus twice, He showed me that He has favored me so much over the past year and now He wants me to suffer for Him.
He is also answering my prayer and I didn’t even know it.
Ever since I can remember, I have always prayed to be like Paul. To suffer like him for Jesus’ name. Well here we are…
To be honest, I was so upset when Jesus told me to do that for Him. Nobody wants to suffer???
I had to sit down and realize that I will follow Jesus to the ends of this earth and do whatever it is He is asking me to do.
I had to realize that He still knows what He is doing and good IS going to come from this.
I had to realize that He trusts me enough to suffer for Him. That He knows that I can and will handle it.
Alright, let’s go suffer for the king.
