So, I’ve had a hard time even knowing where to start with this blog.
God has spoken a ton of stuff to me over the last week, and I feel like I’ve been on a goose chase after something that He hasn’t even shown me yet! I kept thinking, “I’ll just wait until God clears things up before I write about it.” I should know better. He’s piling on more and more and I hardly know what to do with it all! HOW AMAZING that we serve a God that desires to pour things into our lives, even before we really know what He wants to do with it!
I’m hoping writing these blogs will help me process through it all more. So, here we go.
I have continued learning a lot about prophesy this month.
“But everyone who prophesies speaks to men for their strengthening, encouragement, and comfort.” -1 Corinthians 14:3
“In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams, Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.” -Acts 2:17-18
I’ve been reading a book called Having a Mary Spirit. God began taking me back to my childhood with Him at the beginning of this month here in Nicaragua. Being around the kids, and watching the toddlers dance and sing and be silly and joyful reminded me of the spirit child inside of me. I began dwelling in the fact that God created me as a sweet, beautiful princess as well as a mature, wise, anointed woman of God with an eternal destiny. What does that look like? I mean, Really?I think it’s what this book calls a Mary Spirit.
Steadfast. Hope.
“My child, claimed, she’s Mine.”
Full of pure genuine, and simple love.
through the world race has helped me define words like prophesy. Growing up in a Christian environment, people have spoken many words from the Lord over me; I just never called them that before. I’m beyond grateful for my parents, who probably without really knowing it, spoke prophetically into the lives of my brother and I our entire childhood, and I DON’T take that lightly! My parents are amazing encouragers, comforters, and discipliners.(not that I ever needed discipline or anything… J )
They were amazing examples of the genuine love of Christ in our lives.
The words of truth my parents and the rest of my Christian family chose to speak into my life helped form my faith and identity in Christ, and I’m eternally thankful. I’ve been told from the minute I was born that I was God’s child. I didn’t do anything to deserve being the child of people who follow Jesus, but I’m beyond words in thankfulness and praise to my Lord for placing me in their lives.
I know God brings each of us to Him in different ways so our testimonies can be used for His glory, but I’m still overwhelmed with the Goodness of God’s favor in my life. It’s made me realize that what I say about people makes a difference, and I should chose to speak LIFE over people as much as possible.
But, I had faith AS a child, so my faith was built there.
I don’t understand why Jesus chose to play hide and go seek with me, dance with me as I memorized every Disney movie/song/dance as a child, or help me decide how to set up my Barbie houses and didn’t give that chance to other kids. I love that He delighted in revealing Himself to me as a little girl. I don’t know why God chooses to reveal Himself to some people one way and other people another way, but I know that He does it out of His love for us, and for a divine reason. I can’t really think of any time that I’ve doubted my faith. I don’t say that to sound boastful, but just to state the fact that He’s always been there. Life hasn’t always been perfect, but I’ve always had Jesus beside me. And, with that being said, I have a heavy desire to push into God even more, so that my faith can be stretched and pulled far greater than I can even imagine now.
So, with my foundation identified… let’s get to the beginning of the goose chase. J
