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God has definitely been moving my assignment, especially here lately it seems - at warp speed. So many things are happening at once, in both the spiritual and physical realms, that it can sometimes be difficult to keep track. I'm going to try to keep it as brief as possible, but because of the instruction to write everything down, it may get somewhat lengthy. More than likely, I'll have to present it in parts.
Here goes...
A couple years ago I was prompted, through the Holy Spirit, to "Go back the way you came:" an instruction that I knew would lead me back through this city. Now, because it is virtually impossible to recall every word of the Bible at all times, I did not remember, until sometime later when I was directed to the passage, that the same instruction had been given to Jeremiah. Howbeit, after having been here for over a year, I began to wonder if I had missed something. Understanding that God's timing is perfect, yet perhaps somehow feeling a bit abandoned ("Why hath Thou forsakened me"), I asked Him what, if anything, had I neglected; almost immediately He brought to my attention the church where my assignment in this city had begun. "Speak My Word," He said. Because so much had happened involving that church, it took a bit of courage; but, one Sunday I mustard up, and went back to that church. Standing a safe distance away, across the street, I began to speak the word that had been imparted. After delivering the message, I breathed a sigh of relief and convinced myself that the task had been completed.
A couple months ago, it seemed like the lines of communication were down, but something in my spirit kept saying to me, "You know what you need to do." I immediately resisted: "Oh no, I'm not going back to that church ever again; those people must think I'm a lunatic." Well, if they thought I was crazy that Sunday, they must've really thought I was nuts after my follow-up visit. This time, not only did I go inside the church, but just as I had done 5 1/2 years ago, I asked an usher to inquire if I could have a moment on the mic, to deliver a short message. I wasn't, by any means, seeking to enter into the pulpit; but, just as with the message of flood before, I simply told the usher that I had a prophetic word to deliver. The usher graciously told me, the same thing I was told 5 1/2 years ago, "We don't do that kind of thing here." Alrighty then, I quietly took my seat, and worshipped and enjoyed the service right along with everyone else. Oh well, I tried. Right? But it didn't seem that God was satisfied with that. After the service had ended, I hurriedly made my way outside; but, before I could even think about exiting the property, it was as if spiritual hands literally jolted me, and stopped me in my tracks: again a voice said, "Speak My Word." So, right there, in front of the church, standing next to their beautiful fountain, as hordes exited and entered the church during service change, I set my bags down and began to speak the Word regarding repentance and the whirlwind.
Whew! Glad that was over with. But here we go again, a couple more months passed, and though there was a lot of activity, and even more scripture had been coming to pass, it had been such a tumultuous time for me that I had to I ask God for reassurance. Perhaps the multitude, that's coming against me is right: maybe I am out of control and just want to be seen. So I prayed, and asked God to show me what I was doing wrong. Now, be forewarned, it takes a whole lot of courage to ask God something like that; because not only will He show you the err of your ways, He will likewise correct you. And His correction isn’t always gentle. BUT GOD, wouldn't allow my petition to go unanswered. He, in the same way that I sometimes respond to others - when they misunderstand scripture, said "Read it again." "Uh oh," I thought to myself, "girl you are in trouble." Howbeit, since this city has been walking in unison to it, I was prompted to re-read the book of Jeremiah. And when I got to this part of 26th chapter, the Holy Spirit stopped me cold...
Jeremiah 26:2 (NLT) The Lord said, "Stand out in front of the Temple of the Lord, and make an announcement to the people who have come there to worship from all over Judah. Give them my entire message; include every word."
Needless to say, because certain parts of my ministry indeed bears likeness to Jeremiah's, I broke down in tears. You know, Jeremiah - the weeping Prophet.
While God often reveals the "big picture" of our assignments through the dreams, visions, and the instructions that He gives us; He never shows us every little twist and turn along the way: He didn't with Jeremiah, Joseph, Moses, or even Abraham (Jesus was the only one to whom all was revealed). But that's where trust comes in. We have to trust Him enough to simply step out on faith.
There's so much more to impart about God’s process that's been taking place in this city, therefore I will definitely be revisiting the subject.
Please excuse any spelling and grammatical errors. This one took a lot out me.
Here goes...
A couple years ago I was prompted, through the Holy Spirit, to "Go back the way you came:" an instruction that I knew would lead me back through this city. Now, because it is virtually impossible to recall every word of the Bible at all times, I did not remember, until sometime later when I was directed to the passage, that the same instruction had been given to Jeremiah. Howbeit, after having been here for over a year, I began to wonder if I had missed something. Understanding that God's timing is perfect, yet perhaps somehow feeling a bit abandoned ("Why hath Thou forsakened me"), I asked Him what, if anything, had I neglected; almost immediately He brought to my attention the church where my assignment in this city had begun. "Speak My Word," He said. Because so much had happened involving that church, it took a bit of courage; but, one Sunday I mustard up, and went back to that church. Standing a safe distance away, across the street, I began to speak the word that had been imparted. After delivering the message, I breathed a sigh of relief and convinced myself that the task had been completed.
A couple months ago, it seemed like the lines of communication were down, but something in my spirit kept saying to me, "You know what you need to do." I immediately resisted: "Oh no, I'm not going back to that church ever again; those people must think I'm a lunatic." Well, if they thought I was crazy that Sunday, they must've really thought I was nuts after my follow-up visit. This time, not only did I go inside the church, but just as I had done 5 1/2 years ago, I asked an usher to inquire if I could have a moment on the mic, to deliver a short message. I wasn't, by any means, seeking to enter into the pulpit; but, just as with the message of flood before, I simply told the usher that I had a prophetic word to deliver. The usher graciously told me, the same thing I was told 5 1/2 years ago, "We don't do that kind of thing here." Alrighty then, I quietly took my seat, and worshipped and enjoyed the service right along with everyone else. Oh well, I tried. Right? But it didn't seem that God was satisfied with that. After the service had ended, I hurriedly made my way outside; but, before I could even think about exiting the property, it was as if spiritual hands literally jolted me, and stopped me in my tracks: again a voice said, "Speak My Word." So, right there, in front of the church, standing next to their beautiful fountain, as hordes exited and entered the church during service change, I set my bags down and began to speak the Word regarding repentance and the whirlwind.
Whew! Glad that was over with. But here we go again, a couple more months passed, and though there was a lot of activity, and even more scripture had been coming to pass, it had been such a tumultuous time for me that I had to I ask God for reassurance. Perhaps the multitude, that's coming against me is right: maybe I am out of control and just want to be seen. So I prayed, and asked God to show me what I was doing wrong. Now, be forewarned, it takes a whole lot of courage to ask God something like that; because not only will He show you the err of your ways, He will likewise correct you. And His correction isn’t always gentle. BUT GOD, wouldn't allow my petition to go unanswered. He, in the same way that I sometimes respond to others - when they misunderstand scripture, said "Read it again." "Uh oh," I thought to myself, "girl you are in trouble." Howbeit, since this city has been walking in unison to it, I was prompted to re-read the book of Jeremiah. And when I got to this part of 26th chapter, the Holy Spirit stopped me cold...
Jeremiah 26:2 (NLT) The Lord said, "Stand out in front of the Temple of the Lord, and make an announcement to the people who have come there to worship from all over Judah. Give them my entire message; include every word."
Needless to say, because certain parts of my ministry indeed bears likeness to Jeremiah's, I broke down in tears. You know, Jeremiah - the weeping Prophet.
While God often reveals the "big picture" of our assignments through the dreams, visions, and the instructions that He gives us; He never shows us every little twist and turn along the way: He didn't with Jeremiah, Joseph, Moses, or even Abraham (Jesus was the only one to whom all was revealed). But that's where trust comes in. We have to trust Him enough to simply step out on faith.
There's so much more to impart about God’s process that's been taking place in this city, therefore I will definitely be revisiting the subject.
Please excuse any spelling and grammatical errors. This one took a lot out me.
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