It attacked me the other night.
I’m a bird
Maybe I should back up.
Just to last month at that.
We had just had breakfast at the guava farm and were doing our daily devotion and worship.
Our contact Johan then asked us to listen
Listen to God. To His voice.
We all hear from Him.
So we sat, worship music on in the background. Praying, listening.
It took a moment, a step of boldness and then the words started to flow.
Visions, pictures, scriptures, proclamations.
And then Melanie, member of team Radiant and a beautiful friend of mine, shared her vision.
It was like she was speaking to me.
Her vision came in two parts during the morning.
The first part was of a blue bird flying through the air losing it’s feathers- and through all of that turning white.
I quickly had my own image come to ming.
Me, in kindergarten, coloring a seagull blue.
And then promptly getting told on.
(and it was my birthday)
I truly feel that a piece of something inside of my died that day.
It’s a memory, a moment, that stays strong in my heart.
The after effects of it are almost unbelievable.
So a little later that morning Melanie shared more of her blue bird.
She shared of the pain anxiety and depression that the bird felt as the feathers fell off.
And then Johan asked if anyone connected with any o the visions.
My heart pounded and I knew I was supposed to share.
So I shared why the blue bird was me. Why this race has been apart of my feathers falling off. How the flying I have been doing has caused me to become clean, become more Christ like.
How I’ve been becoming redeemed.
And during a break Johan pulled me aside to tell me that I had started flying 2 days before.
That he has seen it.
But 2 days prior I had actually felt the most broken.
But I was flying because I was allowing God to carry me.
So time travel to Mozi.
And getting attacked in ways that I had forgotten exsisted.
Walking in the Christmas ornament closest of my life and choosing to sort the boxes in the way back had brought forth a memory that I wanted to be able to choose to forget.
I am trying to walk in the clarity and truth in it.
And after asking for prayer during dual team with Anew my lovely Cassie came up with an image for me.
It was my bird.
It was almost fully white but it had some remaining feathers and it was pulling them out herself.
And it hurt- and it sucked.
To yank feathers off of yourself does suck.
And sometimes that’s what we have to do.
We take the pain- the parts of our past that cause us to hurt and ache. We face them head on, hear the out and give them to Jesus.
And that’s what I am choosing to do with a situation that has haunted me.
I’m stronger then I once was.
I have a team who loves me unconditionally.
A squad that supports me.
And a God that chose me first.
One more time travel in regards to my title: how does Leah (my always and forever roommate) have the gift of prophesy?
When the days ticked down to me having to move out Leah started to proclaim one thing whenever we both got a little emotional.
She even wrote it on my tent.
"You're a bird"
Why yes, I am.
