I am thankful for the Lord and His faithfulness. I feel like today, today especially He has been making Himself clear to me. I feel like He has put on my heart a renewed sense of compassion. Today, I mistakenly found myself at the House of Prayer in Ephrata but He encountered me as I prayed in that room and I felt the weight of Him, of the Spirit on me. It was like a pressing down on my forehead, on my face, onto my chest. There was burden, oh, there was such burden as my eyes were opened to the brokenness of the world and the nations. He broke something in me that needed to be crushed. There are still parts of me that need to be broken into bits and pieces; glass that needs to be shattered and obliterated into sand.
I met Melody Green on the street today, along with some friends and she prayed over each of us. She prayed over me and prayed for the name that I want to live up to: Elizabeth. It's strange but this has been a theme for me since January. Living up to my name of Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the woman who knew Mary was pregnant with Jesus. Elizabeth, the woman who was a comforter and told Mary she wasn't crazy. During her prayer for me, Melody said I had a gentleness about me yet a powerful and ferocious spirit. I couldn't help but smile and feel honored that this Messenger was speaking into me and encouraging me in that way. She was right when she said there is a strength in me I have yet to realize. I still don't understand this strength that I have but I must recognize it. Whether I use my voice, my hands, or my feet, I carry the responsibility God has given me to impart His goodness to all those I encounter and meet.
Lord Jesus, bring light to my eyes and peace to my soul. I want to keep on seeing you, keep on hearing you, keep on feeling you. No feeling is final but you are infinite.
"Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!" - Luke 1:45
I met Melody Green on the street today, along with some friends and she prayed over each of us. She prayed over me and prayed for the name that I want to live up to: Elizabeth. It's strange but this has been a theme for me since January. Living up to my name of Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the woman who knew Mary was pregnant with Jesus. Elizabeth, the woman who was a comforter and told Mary she wasn't crazy. During her prayer for me, Melody said I had a gentleness about me yet a powerful and ferocious spirit. I couldn't help but smile and feel honored that this Messenger was speaking into me and encouraging me in that way. She was right when she said there is a strength in me I have yet to realize. I still don't understand this strength that I have but I must recognize it. Whether I use my voice, my hands, or my feet, I carry the responsibility God has given me to impart His goodness to all those I encounter and meet.
Lord Jesus, bring light to my eyes and peace to my soul. I want to keep on seeing you, keep on hearing you, keep on feeling you. No feeling is final but you are infinite.
"Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!" - Luke 1:45
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