She stands there rocking a baby in a sling, sadden by the sickness of the leukemia attacking the body of her Grandfather. I hear the voice of the Holy Spirit in my heart prompting me to speak to her.
I do. Except, I use my voice, my words, my story not His. I talk to her for thirty minutes, praying and asking God to help me find the ‘right moment’ ignoring that He already has given me the ‘right moment’ this is it, this is the divine appointment.
Just as I open my mouth to speak in the name of Jesus Christ her Aunt comes in to take her away, and with her goes my opportunity to speak life into her, to find out if she knows Jesus Christ personally–to ask her if I could pray with her.
I hate it when I do that, when my voice drowns out the voice of the Holy Spirit.
This is it. I am not holding back, this is the line in the sand. When I hear Him tell me to speak may it be like a fire burning within me that I can not contain, I will:
Stop. Pray. Ask God what to say. Loving is calling…my voice is His.
Almighty Father, thank You for giving me the opportunity to speak Your Word of life into others. Thank You for giving me the gift of Jesus Christ. Thank You for giving me the gift of Your Holy Spirit. I repent of being selfish of keeping these gifts to myself when You prompt me to share. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, help me to burn for You. Give me a love for the lost I never had before for it is Your love that compels me to share. I lift up Rachel and her family. Please send her another messenger that will share You with her, to comfort her, may they be bold for You and open their mouth for Your voice to flow. From this moment on may I use this voice for Your glory. In Jesus name I pray, amen.
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