Imagine knowing that God has a calling on your life, and being a person of such diversified interests that you can’t figure out where exactly you have the most impact. I love writing. I love writing poetry, fiction and non-fiction. I love writing about God, life and love. I love writing about people and uplifting them. I love speaking. I love speaking to people and impacting their lives. I love knowing that my words have made someone’s day better or helped someone to realize their true potential. I love advising others on challenges that God has already helped me to overcome. I love telling my survivor story because I feel like there are hundreds and maybe thousands of people who are going through it right now and need to know that they can overcome too. I love to sing. I love to dance. Any way I can express my creativity and give glory to God, I’m all about it. Having all those diverse interests often have me questioning what I should be focused on – where does my ministry lie? This weekend that I have been inviting people to come to and others chose to ignore the invitation, this weekend showed me EXACTLY where I need to be. I feel so bad for any and everyone who missed out on this Praise Worship Explosion! It was life-changing! It was destiny-altering. It was prophesy-fulfilling! Seriously. Intense is not even the word for it.
For a while I’ve been noticing that when God is speaking to someone and I am watching that person, it’s almost as if I can read what God is telling them right on their face. Like, sometimes I look at people and I smile because they don’t even realize where God is trying to take them but I see it clear as day. So when I get an opportunity to see that person grasping hold of their destiny, I get excited. God is blessing me and favoring me beyond my wildest imaginations. To be given the undeserved privilege to know just what to say to others when God wants to use them?! I’m still so humbled and thrilled at the thought. I love it though.
Be it through my entries, my poetry, my telephone conversations, songs of praise or dance, I feel like God is using me to convey a message to others. A message that lets them know that no matter how inadequate they feel or how far they think they have fallen, HE is still able to great things with and through them. Being able to show people that I am as far from perfect as someone can be and yet, God in His infinite mercy choses me as a vessel of honor. What a blessing! Being able to tell a story that is REAL. Not one that is sugar-coated because I am afraid that someone might judge me for being less than perfect. Being able to tell the story of my shortcomings, my oversight, my falling out of grace only to wrap it up in God’s grace and forgiveness and His never-ending mercy over me? That is such a blessing. It’s a blessing indeed. I’m blessed and highly favored. Hope you can relate.