Years ago, there was a woman who spoke something over me. In the ensuing 20 years, I’ve thought of that word sporadically…but it never seemed…possible.
I held lightly onto what she said…but if I told you that it brought me comfort, I’d be lying.
I used a beautiful word spoken over me as a bartering ram, flogging myself whenever I was down because it hadn’t come to pass.
I’d remind myself of every fucking mistake I made.
I’d pour salt in the wounds inflicted upon me by people using me as a punching bag to battle their own demons.
I’d shake my head and judge her…I mean, who says something mike that to someone in a fast food drive thru in Princeton? Weirdo, freak of nature.
Then, Sunday, God brought that word back to my remembrance. Deneen…THAT is your birthright, your calling.
Who, me? You sure, God?
I know it to be the truth…but you see where I am, right?
“he makes his messengers winds, his ministers a flaming fire.”
Psalms 104:4 ESV
That’s great God. David was awesome. Bless his heart.
“And I will be to her a wall of fire all around, declares the Lord, and I will be the glory in her midst.'” Zechariah 2:5 ESV
I see what You’re doing here, God…but remember the last time I truly believed?
“John answered them all, saying, “I baptize you with water, but he who is mightier than I is coming, the strap of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.” Luke 3:16 ESV
This weekend, I reclaimed my voice, my birthright. That *thing* that you’re meant to do has nothing to do with you. Not a damned thing.
It’s not about your bank account. It’s not about your name.
It’s about people. There are people who are dying because you’re too afraid to do that crazy thing that you’ve been thinking about for a long time.
There are people who need what God placed in you. There are people who need to hear it from YOUR lips, your fingertips, your spirit.
If you don’t know where to begin, you’re going to want to work with me. In a few weeks I’m launching an exciting program that will help get you started.
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Deneen White 