Friction in my Residence
Posted On March 23, 2019
The Lord is preparing my heart. This I know is true. I feel chosen, special, appointed. While yet still in training, in preparation for servanthood to my King, I know who I am and where I’m going. The picture is still a little blurry, but I know enough to continue walking through the fire. The fire that purifies my heart, leaving on the good behind.
You see, there is something operating in my soul that blocks
my freedom in the Kingdom of Heaven. I can’t stretch out my arms and legs. I
can’t extend my voice. I am in bondage … in bondage to the esteem of people.
Oh, how much of my conscience time I spend wondering what people think of me.
How do I come off? What do they perceive of me? Am I enough?
I’m in a season where so much of my existence is in friction to my place of residence. Understand, I recently moved into the Kingdom of Heaven. I was given a new spirit upon arrival. Yet so much of my soul operates in habits to an old life; a culture from an old residence. This stage in my journey requires perseverance; holding on to that picture He has given me.
I thank God for what he’s doing. He’s showing me every step
of the way how things are connected. I count it all joy. As difficult as it is,
I experience his love in every lesson. I see his presence in every situation – That
alone is enough to make my heart explode. He knows my name. I am his child.