From a very young age I knew I had some sort of calling, although I wasn't aware of what it was at the time. When I was three I had my first vision. As a teenager I began to have many visions...some were angelic and some were visits from the devil himself trying to distract me or bring me down. When I was 19 a prophet laid hands on me and told me I had the calling of an evangelist. I knew in my heart I was chosen for this mission and others along my journey in life would also reveal the same to me. Yet, I often became distracted by the ways of the world and indulged in the ways of the wicked. Like Elijah I found comfort under the broom tree as God fed me and cradled me-and this is after I made the wrong choices! Last October I found myself lost once again. I cried to God questioning why I was chosen for such a responsibility. "Why me, I asked. How am I supposed to deliver the message when I can't even get my own life right?" God had a message for me! He told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to get up and start proclaiming His glory by using the gift He trusted me with.
The devil has not given up on trying to bring me down. I have spent many hours under that broom tree and not all of them in self pity or questioning my spiritual gifts. Lately I have been resting and eating the food God has provided for me. Over the past few weeks he has been speaking to me ...giving me instructions . I have cried and I have never felt more peace in my heart than these past weeks. I have experienced pain like no other ...as my own daughter will not speak with me, and a recent friend has ridiculed me calling me names all in the name of the Lord.
I take comfort under the broom tree as he continues to prepare me for my mission here on earth! All the pain I suffer cannot compare to the pain he suffered for you and me.
What is your mission? Are you hurting? Take comfort under the broom tree and He will wrap his loving arms around you!