Well, God is in the Answered-Prayer-Dreams-Coming-True place now. This is a NOW season, a NEW season of favor. Those things that God has put in your heart ARE coming true. I don’t believe that it is a “maybe-someday-it-will-happen” time. It is a NOW time. NOW JERICHO. NOW the walls come down. (Joshua 6)
Because of your obedience, God just reminded me.
In Psalm 91, the Lord tells us
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble: I will deliver him, and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him, And show him my salvation.
Last night I was formally presented to the body of Christ as a PROPHETESS. It was completely unexpected and took me by surprise. A gift from Abba Father, the One I love.
My anointed, professional trumpet-playing husband was asked to minister from his soaking CD at a local ministry meeting here in the area. I went with him, mostly to enjoy the teaching by the Pastor, but also to work the CD table for my husband.
Once we arrived, we hugged the Pastor’s neck. I set up the CD table and was fellowshipping with those people that I know (and love!) when the Pastor approached me. She spoke quietly to me, and said that her spiritual Mom would be prophesying and praying over the people in the room at the end of the meeting. She went on to say that if I felt led to come up.
I was STUNNED! This was an answered prayer! I had only dreamed of being acknowledged as a Prophet in this place. I had longed for it, actually … to be recognized as a Prophet of God. I know it sounds selfish, but it’s God’s desire, too, to give us the desire of our hearts. In fact, the Bible speaks about the earth groaning, waiting for the revealing of the Sons of God.
Initially, I wasn’t sure that I had heard her properly, because we all have a filter, and maybe my filter was set to “ALL ABOUT ME”. But later, after she had brought the Word, she called me up to join the company of prophets at the front of the room. We were to prophesy over the Pastor.
I was really nervous, as I stood in front of this room of Godly people, when the first prophet stepped up to the Pastor and started to speak. The Word that this prophet brought was so timely, and it came in RHYME! My jaw dropped. How could I possibly follow THAT???
Then the second prophet took the microphone, the Pastor’s own spiritual MOTHER, and proceeded to prophesy over the Pastor. I realized I had NOTHING. No Word. NOTHING.
Now I was REALLY on the spot! I started praying – HARD! “God, you better have something GOOD!”
This prophet kept going and I was praying fervently, when the Lord dropped into my spirit a Word that I had given about my eyeglasses that had gone missing, and I found them again later under the chicken coop. I said, “Oh, that’s good, Lord!! VISION!” At least I had SOMETHING!
Then the Lord reminded me of the vision He had given me during praise and worship, of Christ on the Cross. I only saw His spike-pierced hand and the blood running down His arm, with His arm nailed to the wood in the vision. I felt, rather than heard, that Jesus was a carpenter. He worked with wood and nails. The Lord spoke to me in the vision that the enemy has a warped sense of irony. He is so hateful, that he had used the very tools of Jesus’ trade to impale His hands and feet with nails to the wood. But the Lord assured me in my vision that He could take THE most devastating hurts and turn them into something good, for His Glory. After all, Jesus is still Lord, and He is STILL turning things around and saving souls.
I KNEW that was a Word for the Pastor. Now I had TWO things! I felt better.
So, when it was my turn to prophesy, the Pastor turned to me and asked if she could sit down! I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be giving her the Word the Lord gave me, but to honor her, I said, “Of course!” and reached out to touch her arm, to help her to her seat. But, it was when I TOUCHED her….
I KNEW in my spirit I absolutely had to give the Word the Lord had spoken. So, I started to speak about VISION with my eyeglasses, vision being lost and then found. Next, the vision of the Lord and the wood and the nails, and how God would take your most hurtfulest (that was the way He said it, HURTFUL-EST) pain and use it to turn it for His glory.
But the last one, the Lord waited until I had touched her to give me. I looked at her, and I said, “Why do you think your name is Kari (carry)?” I moved away from the microphone as I hugged her, and held onto her, and said quietly, in her ear, “Because you have to carry so many people with you.”
As I walked away to my seat, the Pastor spoke into her microphone and said, “Did you hear what she said?” She repeated the last phrase, but she said, “Because I carry so many people.”
She received it.
I was so amazed that God had spoken to her, on such a personal, deep level, and had used me. It was so profound, but with something seemingly as simple as her name.
In hindsight, really, what is closer to a person than his own name? Doesn’t everyone wonder why they were named the name they have? I know I have. That is why there are so many books on the “meanings of names”. But I believe that God is a picture God. He speaks in pictures. The Hebrew language is a pictorial language, something akin to hieroglyphics. The Bible is a series of picture stories. I believe that your name is a picture of something that He intends for your life.
I am in my prayer time this morning, and had just read a message by Theresa Phillips (http://elijahlist.com/words/display_word.html?ID=12505)
I felt the weight of my mantle fall on me, the prophetic mantle, pressing down, the weightiness of it pouring over me like hot wax, filling and fitting every contour, down my head, onto my shoulders and down my arms. A new skin, a second skin. It made my ears hum, and my eyes blink. The top of my head is still tingling, and my arms are a little chilled.
I was aware of angels in the room, on my left, in a semicircle in front of me, big angels. No — BIG angels. Think REALLY BIG ANGELS. It is a BIG Assignment, I need BIG ANGELS. And He has sent them to assist. They are ministering servants.
“Lord”, I say, “I need to know. You told me to command my angels. I need to know, do I speak directly to them, or do I quote Your Word to them so that they act?”
“BOTH,” says the Lord of Hosts, the Lord of Armies. “Both. Because one without the other is purposeless, useless. They perform MY good will, MY good pleasure. And I wish to give you the Kingdom. They are here to perform that task, to help you obtain — to apprehend — the Kingdom. So that you may pour it out as salt out of a salt shaker. You are a salt shaker…as each salt shaker is different, some flow more freely than others, and some sprinkle just a little bit at a time, so are YOU (the generation of mankind). You sprinkle salt on the earth in proportion to the amount of HOLES I give you. More holes = more salt (flow). My son was pierced through, and He is still pouring salt on the world. So embrace your holes, for they allow my salt to pass through. If you are clogged up, my Holy Spirit will clean you out. He will clean up the clog so you may flow freely once more.”
I suddenly found myself become comfortable in the calling. I realized I am exactly where I am supposed to be, that God will make all things possible, because His Will be done. HIS WILL WILL be done. It’s a not a question mark anymore, not a request. It suddenly hit me that it WILL happen, and it’s HIS will. He planned it.
Last night I was talking to a friend of mine, Colleen Bass. In the course of the conversation, she said that “God reads my mail.”
I laughed, and said, “Reads it? He WROTE IT!!!”
And He wrote YOUR mail, too. So open up the love letter from God. Read it, enjoy it. You’re only getting one.