Reality: God is bigger than me. God is wiser than me, and God can speak through me.
My name for Jesus yesterday was specifically the Faithful One. We were challenged to just allow the Lord to speak through us to other people in our training camp last night, a.k.a. prophesy. Have I ever really just sat and listened long enough, or even just genuine enough to hear the Lord speak to me specifically, NO. Not in this way. I thought that I had an idea just how much He wants, desperately wants to use each of us. He chose us, so why not use us?!
Prophesy is the idea that we allowed Jesus, invited Jesus to speak through us to make people feel strengthened, comforted, and encouraged. 1 Corinthians 14:31- For you can all prophesy in turn so that everyone may be instructed and encouraged.
The Lord is powerful. I think about how much others words have spoken into my life, and brought the Lord to such a place of realness in my life, that being allowed, and asking the Lord…no DECLARING that the Lord was going to use me, changed my view of the authority He has in my life.
So our instruction: 2 teams stand on the opposite side of the room and the other teams remain in the middle. The teams on the outside close their eyes and just begin to pray. The teams in the middle go and find a person, stand in front of them, putting their hands on them to signal that the person on the outside had someone to speak life over.
We began to just
listen.
Not with our ears
but the ears of the Lord.
Not with our thoughts
but the thoughts of the Lord.
To declare that the Lord would set us free.
So as I waited for a person, and I just began to pray so desperately that my biggest fear of speaking something false, would be silenced, that the innermost of my being would cry to Him for His words, and not the words of man.
He placed his hands on my shoulder, with a gentle touch. My heart began to beat as I held my hands closely entwined to my heart. It clicked. HEARTBEAT.
This person in front of my has a heartbeat of peace and gentleness. So out came those words.
Fear had no place in his life. That the heartbeat started slow, but was growing and growing the more and more that he ran towards peace and a gentle spirit. Those were not my words, but the words of the Spirit. The Spirit in that moment allowed freedom to understand and to see and feel what His heart for this person was.
He wanted me to hear that for this man, He wanted to make it so obvious that it was literally jumping out of my chest.
Blessings come from trust, blessings come from surrender, and blessing come from faith.
WHOOP TO TRAINING CAMP!
