I awoke this morning to a good word waiting for me by text from a dear friend and prayer partner...
"May the Lord shine His light into the
dark corners of your prayer closet,
revealing any dust bunnies of doubt
or discouragement and sweeping away
any hidden cobwebs that entangle you
in thoughts of "shoulda-woulda-coulda."
At first I just loved the artistry of it all... a prayer closet filled with "dust bunnies" and "cobwebs." But as the message began to sink in, I realized that I was in for another day of deep cleaning. "Owwww!" My body already ached through the night from all of yesterday's stretching, lifting, scrubbing, and scouring. Now what?
Needless to say, I wasn't in a rush to get out of bed. I pushed up the pillows behind me and took time to talk with God. I made it a point to take that thirty seconds and gave Him my day! Actually, I think I did that three times throughout the morning! LOL There were things to be done, however, and God released me to move forth. (That's a nice way to say He kicked me out of bed!)
As I prepared myself for the day... as I ate breakfast... and as I folded some towels from the dryer, I kept thinking about my dear sister's words. It was as if they were a key to something. I beckoned God for help.
"Lord... Release whatever it is
You want me to understand!"
With that simple prayer, God dropped a revelation in my mind. The queue was full. Now I just had to get it out. When God downloads something to me, I usually sense right away that a deposit of sorts has been made. It's always huge, and I'm usually only able to see the beginning of it. It may be the first few words of a sentence, the beginnings of a picture or the schematic of a plan. I've learned, over time, that if I speak out the words, describing what I see -- Woolah! -- the rest follows and the fullness of God's message becomes evident.
Remember the verbal lashing someone generously gave me the other day? The Lord commended me for not taking offense from it, BUT... He also said that during that event, the individual spoke a word of carnal-minded instruction over my life that was contrary to the direction He has given. Ahhhhh. That's why I've been in such conflict these past few days. It all makes sense now! You can't follow two masters... you must choose one. I quickly explained all this to my prayer partner and asked her to pray away this negative spiritual residue that was resting heavily upon me.
Meanwhile, I got up from my desk and went about my business. It was a matter of mere seconds. I was walking by my prayer closet and BOOM! -- The Holy Ghost fell upon me. I began pacing up and down, speaking out bold, unrehearsed prayers -- tearing down that carnal covering. All I can say is this:
Let me just say this... I can't make the Spirit of God fall on me. That holy boldness is not something one can conjure up. My prayers are as dead as a door nail without the Holy Spirit. Don't get me wrong, I pray regardless -- by faith -- believing that God hears every word of every prayer that comes out of my mouth. BUT... when the Holy Ghost decides to join me in prayer -- Watch out! Heaven opens and the glory comes down. Nothing's better than that!!! Cleaning out the dust bunnies and cobwebs from the prayer closet just moved up to the #1 position of "Things I love to do!"
In Red shoes, of course.
Gail
Remember the verbal lashing someone generously gave me the other day? The Lord commended me for not taking offense from it, BUT... He also said that during that event, the individual spoke a word of carnal-minded instruction over my life that was contrary to the direction He has given. Ahhhhh. That's why I've been in such conflict these past few days. It all makes sense now! You can't follow two masters... you must choose one. I quickly explained all this to my prayer partner and asked her to pray away this negative spiritual residue that was resting heavily upon me.
"No one can serve two masters.
Either you will hate the one and love the other
or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other.
You cannot serve both God and money."
Matthew 6:24
Meanwhile, I got up from my desk and went about my business. It was a matter of mere seconds. I was walking by my prayer closet and BOOM! -- The Holy Ghost fell upon me. I began pacing up and down, speaking out bold, unrehearsed prayers -- tearing down that carnal covering. All I can say is this:
It wasn't pretty!
I shredded that spirit
until there was nothing left!
When it was over...
a sense of Freedom and Victory
filled my soul as the
Peace of God blanketed me.
In Red shoes, of course.
Gail
