Gifts Are Meant To Be Given Away
Tonight, an opportunity manifested allowing me to prophetically sing over a woman. The woman/new friend just outright asked me to sing to her. Other times, God “highlights” people I am supposed to speak to/sing to. For those of you who haven’t seen this/experienced this, sometimes the Spirit provides the setting and invites me to sing over people needing healing, comfort, or to be set free from something, etc. My part is just be willing to shut off me (my will/my time/my thoughts) to simply allow the Father to use my voice to sing something personal to them (Zephaniah 3:14-17).It’s like a lullaby of love…even correction sometimes wrapped in a loving, soothing song. Or as if God unexpectedly shows up to personally deliver to you a bouquet of His fragrant love. Meanwhile, the woman was crying and later shared with me how the phrases/words in the spontaneous song were the exact verbage God uses when He talks with her. I had no idea. I just met this person a few days ago. After the song is done, I typically have no recollection of the song’s specific wording just maybe one or two words or a theme. It is interesting, but moreover, a blessing to me to be able to help others in that capacity. It’s not all the time, but often enough that I trust Him when He beckons. Ironically, in doing what He invites us to do, we too are healed, set free, delivered from our own issues. That’s why faith with obedience is so important. Just be who God created and wills you to be. Gifts are meant to be given away. #everbloomingroses #obedience #trust #psalmist #prophetic #Godisreal #song
Love & Peace
Putting Down Roots
While eating lunch in a small diner today, I couldn’t help but over hear our gregarious waitress invite another patron to try the peach pie, which eventually led her to share how frustrated she was that her own peach and apple trees perished over the winter upon encountering the first hard freeze. As I continued to inhale my much deserved lunch, trying to mind my business, my ears inevitably perked up. Meanwhile, my mind listed the probable reasons her fruit trees failed her. One such reason being, fruit trees, like roses, need their root systems well established prior to when the first freeze strikes or they will likely die. It is probable the waitress planted her trees too late in the season while not also preparing them for the whims of winter. Upon the end of her gardening chatter, she confessed to giving up on fostering fruit trees and planted Crape Myrtle shrubs instead. Oh, and by the way, the customer never did get the peach pie. Ha!
Much later in the evening, I contemplated the spiritual importance of being rooted. It doesn’t really matter what city or what church we lay our roots in, because if we have God’s Holy Spirit, we can go anywhere and thrive. What matters is being rooted in His love. Too often, we are rooted in false identities, wanting the approval and acceptance of other’s love. Then, when others assault us with their first hard freeze or whipping words of winter, we shrivel up and die. We fail to know our own worth because unknowingly our roots sought strength and nourishment in another’s acceptance instead of God’s. Conversely, when we know our true identities rooted in Christ’s love and approval, we will be firmly planted able to flow with a heart of thankfulness while operating in true love despite the changing seasons and hardened hearts we may encounter (see Romans 10:10; Ephesians 3:16-19; Colossians 2:6-7).
“By believing you receive God’s approval, and by declaring your faith you are saved.” Romans 10:10 (God’s Word Translation)