In my journal one a year ago this weekend, I wrote: “The LORD is so loving to confirm His leading in tender whispers.” That is when He started teaching me about the small life.
I have spent the last year fleecing God. Over and over I have been asking Him to confirm to me that He has called me to ministry. Over and over again He has whispered to me “YES”. Without fail, I have cried out to Him, and He has put people in my path to tell me that this is what I need to be doing.
“I am lost. Not sure which way to go.”
He sent me sweet, eighty-one-year-old Ms. Dorothy in the coffee shop: “You will walk right into it. God establishes your footsteps.”
So many little ways that He confirms that are not even meant to be shared because He whispers them me in the secret places.
Whispers. Sweet whispers hover over me.
And here I wait. Anointed but not appointed. Like David, I wait in the dark places…hidden.
I am thankful that I am hidden. Prepare me, Father. Teach me.
As I try to walk out in obedience, I just want to be faithful in the small things. Ministry…I have no idea what this looks like other than my small offerings of five loaves and two fish every day.
Time is up…Stop…Truth be told, this is too deep and too raw that I spent longer than five minutes to write this…to process this. I had not intended on sharing this yet, but this has been so heavy on my heart. The word was too perfect that I just wrote out of the overflow of what He has been whispering to me. If we truly were sitting down to have coffee, this is what I would be sharing with you. In all transparency, I need to tell you that I am scared stiff and lacking in confidence. I am not telling you this because I need a pat on my back or even words of affirmation. I need prayer. As my friend, will you please pray with me as I walk this out?
I cannot tell you how blessed I have been by the community that meets over on Kate Motaung‘s page each week for Five Minute Friday. She provides a one word prompt and we write, share, and encourage. Would you join us?