Often times we punch ourselves, kick ourselves, gouge ourselves endlessly. Like the three stooges who hurt themselves in order to bring amusement…
Often times, the body of Christ abuses, because they don’t like who they are….because they don’t like those around them.
We war. Fight. Bicker. Attack each other until we are bleeding, limbless, bruised, and scared.
But, God didn’t intend for us to battle against ourselves.
There is an enemy who we need to war against. And our weapons of warfare are not carnal, and are against principalities, powers, and rulers of this dark world.
We want to be the eyes that see. An ear that listens to God….when maybe God wants us to be a hand, or a foot, or an elbow writing down the things of God.
But in the heart, the very core of revival, we can’t help but be what God has called us to be.
God says the last will be first and the first last. The greatest in His Kingdom are the least of these.
Still, why do we want to be more than we are?
At this church I started helping the children. Revival stirring even more with the school age children than with those who were their parents.
God was moving.
We prayed endlessly before the children came, and during. And children weekly would share about how God changed something in their lives, their families, or their school setting.
Children were leading. And us, as adults were listening. His littlest ones were His mouthpieces.
Little did I know these children were preparing me for a different ministry….
One I could never dream of pursing….
(Linking with Proverbs 31, Thankful Thursday)
