For the past few months, I had felt somewhat frustrated with God. He seemed to be giving everyone but me a word. Sometimes I would be in church and while the preacher preached I would literally be arguing with God, begging for a personal word.
Don’t get me wrong. God speaks to me. Sometimes while reading a verse, a thought drops in my head and I send it by broadcast to quite a number of people who would be blessed. Sometimes in the middle of an experience or my day, a word, song or lesson drops in my spirit and I blog about it or I send another broadcast, all with the same results. But with all of these words, none felt personal. In short, overlooking the fact that He is there for me, I felt like God had neglected me.
About two weeks ago, my youth choir went out to minister. I hadn’t travelled with them in a while but from I heard, I dropped it in my calendar and was determined to go. When the day arrived, I cleared my desk before 5pm. I was in the middle of putting away my laptop when my boss pointed out a miscommunication error that I had to fix immediately. I got it done quickly and left. It was to 6, the bus was scheduled for 6pm. I made it after some frantic rushing. Although a part of me keep telling me that I could sit this one out, another small part kept insisting I attend.
If I tell you I remembered what was preached, I would be lying. What I do remember is the experience I had after. The church was asked to reach out to God. Prior to that I had noticed a young man that I felt a strong inclination to approach. I ignored the prodding. In the middle of reaching out, I felt the pouring out of the Holy Ghost. In that moment, I was given power-filled words that I found myself prophesying over myself. When I was finished, I approached the young man and again I was given the words and I began to speak to his life and situation. By the end of that night, the young man was baptised and all that I had said to him was revealed to be true. By the end of the night I was restored and God had given me an important lesson.
Learn to encourage yourself. Learn to listen when the voice of God speaks encouragement directly to your soul. It’s not every time God will send an external force to minister to you. Sometimes He will do it Himself. Not in the wind or the storm but in a small voice. LISTEN.
I am a dynamic young lady who loves the Lord and seek to have a joy that no one can take away. My all-time favourite thing to do is gaining discoveries by design from My Father during our time each day. Reading, learning and trying new things falls behind in a close second place. My dream is to use my God-given talents to positively impact as many people as possible. As a proud Wolmerian, with a zest for life, I adhere to the “Age Quod Agis” motto in that whatsoever I do, I always do it to the best of my ability.