He said, “Hear now My words: If there is a prophet among you, I, the LORD, shall make Myself known to him in a vision I shall speak with him in a dream. – Numbers 12:6
I have also spoken to the prophets, And I gave numerous visions, And through the prophets I gave parables. – Hosea 12:10
There is something which happens in a Prophet’s spirit when the word he/she speaks/writes on behalf of God, comes through.
There is a confidence, a sense of a job well done, a sense of relief and growth.
Confidence to go forth and do again.
Doing the job well and knowing that you have pleased God.
Relief, to know that you are not crazy, hearing voices and deserving of a permanent trip to Bellevue.
Growth. The growth comes from the confidence.
When you have full confidence and trust in God, you can easily take yourself out of the picture; not be a hurdle and let God use you, by you staying focused, in the flow. It also catapults you even further in God and for God. Your eyes open and you see that the devil fights you at the level of your mind so that you do not believe in yourself or in God.
Refreshing. When you have finally made the giant leap of walking in the office or the Prophet and operating in the kept appointment for you. No one else, no fraud, no false prophet can even come into that realm. They can aspire to, but they will never be sanctioned by God.
The journey might have been arduous, taxing and for many it has left us on the verge of quitting, but God is faithful to keep his promises and to mold you into the fine specimen you ought to be.
The following poem by J. Oswald Sanders called Spiritual Leadership.
When God wants to drill a man,
And thrill a man
And skill a man,
When God wants to mold a man
To play the noblest part;
When he yearns with all his heart
To create so great and bold a man
That all the world shall be amazed,
Watch His methods, watch His ways!
How He ruthlessly perfects
Whom He royally elects!
How He hammers him and hurts him,
And with mighty blows converts him,
Into trial shapes of clay which
Only God understands;
While his tortured heart is crying
And he lifts beseeching hands!
How He bends but never breaks
When his good He undertakes;
How He uses whom He chooses
And with every purpose fuses him;
By every act induces him
To try His splendor out
God knows what He’s about!
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