encouraging girls of all ages to take their places in the Kingdom
For a few months, I have seemed to be “nesting.” I have kept telling the ladies I felt a shift coming. After a significant amount of pressure, we saw the shifts and made them quickly. Yet, this morning, the Lord lets me know He is not quite done yet.
It’s the push and pull between the old and the new. While God is trying to bring you into the new, you have a death grip on the old. The tension of hanging onto both sides of that rope is more than you can bear.
There are times I’ve begged out of my calling when the suffering few see is more than I can handle. I’ve been just like Elijah and pleaded for Heaven after full scale victories. Weariness and fatigue have overtaken me at times, and I have thought seriously about staying down for the count on many occasions.
I was letting my 3-year-old granddaughter watch a Beckah Shae music video while I was visiting. I noticed she was more still than usual. There was an illustration of God in the lyric video, and she pointed to it and said, “Sheshy, is that your friend, God?”
Over the last few years God has been kind to direct me through His Word and through dreams to what He desired as His next assignments. He seems to always be on the move.
I really believe Christ is putting out a call for our faithfulness to what He is asking us to do. We likely believe we are faithful but have often strayed to other things in our lives rather that the things He has asked us to commit to in any given season.
For some there is now a crossroads. The Lord whispered in my ear this morning that some have deemed the “cost as becoming too much.” I felt this was literally the financial cost although it certainly could mean beyond finances as well.
Last night I had a dream. In the dream a man who seemed Arab walked up to me and gave me a letter. I quickly realized the letter wasn’t authentically Jesus although it looked like it from the outside.
There comes a time when you must let go. For a number of years, I wore myself out trying to “fix” things. Nothing I did really worked but my heart kept getting more and more wounded with each attempt.
This is likely the most interesting word from the Lord I’ve ever received. As I was reading in the swimming pool I began to sing in the Spirit. I eventually recognized the tune as the old nursery rhyme, “Pop Goes…
