“So Timothy, my son, I am entrusting you with this responsibility,
in keeping with the very first prophecies that were spoken over your life,
and are now in the process of fulfillment in this great work of ministry,
in keeping with the prophecies spoken over you.
With this encouragement use your prophecies as weapons as you wage spiritual warfare by faith and with a clean conscience.
For there are many who reject these virtues and are now destitute of the true faith,”
In the brimming excitement over crossover to the new year while reveling in the clean slate kind of start it bore.
In the heat of the festivities, Papa’s heart called for a different manner of dealing with the given season.
A call to go through every spoken word and take stock.
Yeah? I know😕.
I wasn’t quite ready for that nature of interaction. The biggest plot twist being the instruction came in as I was jamming to a song by the Torwalts, Prophesy your promise. I actually dilly dally’d a tad bit hoping I heard wrong.🙈
I stood all set to handle jolting down of the new resolutions while I go through those yet addressed then Papa asks me to take a different road?
One I had no plans to indulge in?😂
Infact, this Miss was confident she moved with a great consciousness of what God has promised over her life.
Therefore, that instruction was quite sobering and it meant I needed to face some realities I had archived for a long minute or two.😐
Here is the canvas:
Over a decade ago, the Holy Spirit emphasized on my need to document whatever I received from Papa coupled with the confirmations that followed through the given mouth pieces.
Consequently, I learnt over the past few to put down every spoken word in my life. Even those that seem repetitive, most especially in those seasons that I didn’t care for what it was as hope deferred threatened to creep in.
I switched it up to recordings that have been plenty for the past three years, with every word coming forth a confirmation of the previous and a new dream affirming what Papa promised.
Over that period of time:
Have I seen Him do exceedingly abundantly above all that I could imagine?
Most definitely!
Have I walked into answered prayers that had me feeling like I was dreaming?
Times without number😭.
Have I seen Him show me a way out of the thickets and how to wield power?
Time to time that left me in awe☺️.
Had God breathed life over me when the walls threatened to cave in and weariness caught on?
Oh yes! This wrecks me every time I recount those moments 😭
Had Papa snatched me from the snare of the fowler?
Whooosh🙆🏽♀️! I’ve lost count on this one!😩
Had I experienced God serenading me with song even when I wondered whether I still mattered?
Yes! Yes! In the stillness of meditation, Papa was quick to sing over me❤️.
Did I find myself in a boot camp in preparation to walk into these things He ensured I constantly heard of?
Ah😩! This was that point I fought to keep my gaze on Him.
At what seemed like the pit of it, did Papa guarantee that I traded in a currency assured as His son?
A big yes! It was dumbfounding to say the least.🥹
Despite it all, moments of crippling fear where not alien to me. It was like Peter on that boat choosing to get off and meet Jesus only for fear to have him sinking a few steps later.
I knew He would do it, I was assured it would pan out as it should yet I would still go back just to confirm whether this thing was of Him. Or better yet, convince my soul in spite of the plenty red-flags as the wait had been long.
A dance at the extremes of the scale it was.
Nevertheless, Papa was trying to remind this Miss the power behind prophesying my promise, what He said He would do.
It wasn’t just enough having a receiving heart once it was spoken and dealing with my unbelief as well.
He needed me to learn how to wage war using what He said!
Nothing fancy other than a son standing on their Father’s promises.😃
When I finally did get started, it all made perfect sense. It gave a better leverage and insight as I dealt with the seasons.
Here I was bearing answers to situations I had pursued in prayer as that one whom was without promise.
Having the feeling of Papa being silent over these matters become a burden over my heart yet all along I had the map with me bearing either a sneak peak of the next 200m or the outcome instead.🤦🏽♀️
Humbling doesn’t even come close to the emotion that revelation carried with.
It was a total rerouting and a clarity like no other needed for acceleration.
It was a reminder that God always spoke before any assignment.
He gave Abraham the blueprint albeit not in detail.
Moses operated in an awareness of what it meant.
Joseph used it to wade through the murky waters he found himself and out to greatness.
Joshua unapologetically reigned off the persuasion that he had received.
The list goes on and on.
Thus;
When life’s hustles come jeering one’s way.
Or doubt creeps in to shake your focus.
Maybe the journey’s demand seemingly close to an impossibility.
Perhaps our mind, bound by the limits imposed courtesy of our environment
Or unbelief chokes it’s potency over your life.
Boldly stand strong in statement:
‘My Papa promised! Until He says otherwise, I stand persuaded that it will take place!’
Hugs and kisses ❤️
HIGHCARBLIVING 