You wake up in the morning and feel meh. You look in the mirror and the reflection matches your feelings exactly. BLAH! Now let’s say you walk out the door and meet someone whose face lights up when they see you, their eyes sparkle, and they say something along the lines of, “It’s SO GOOD to see you! And I love that cut on you, it really frames your face so nicely.” Talk about a turnaround!
Receiving words of blessings in the midst of a blah day can really give a person a boost. But recently, God challenged me to give a word of blessing in the midst of a…well, we’ll just say a blah…season with a particular group.
It was really hard. The screen blurred salty as tears streamed down my cheeks as I transcribed the words God impressed into my mind. I had to stop multiple times, not to wait for the next words, but because I had to clear my physical vision. God’s heart toward this particular group was so tender, and I could feel His delight as He entrusted a beautiful prophetic word of blessing and encouragement to me.
This shouldn’t have been hard; words of blessing are AMAZING to deliver. The power they release into hearts and minds for healing and freedom never gets old. But in this case, in addition to God’s tender delight, I felt my own hurt. At this point in my journey, it ran deep. Sure, I had processed with a select trusted few and done my best with my knowledge and skills to walk in forgiveness, honor, and blessing, but every time I seemed to make headway, the heart hurt would start hollering again. But this time, there was a genuine shift. Why? Because when God touches something, real transformation occurs.
This word was as much about healing my heart as it was about releasing blessing, encouragement, edification, and comfort to the recipient. It actually took me more than a few to realize what had happened, but as I processed later that day, I realized that heaven had shifted my heart. Yes, I had done my best to remain faithful and steadfast to biblical principles and revelation that God had given me, but God took that, met me where I was at, and moved me through His love. Love for me, love for them. I hadn’t even known it was happening as I typed away at my computer earlier that day.
What if I had dug in my heels and embraced the hurt rather than the word? I would have been stuck, still spinning around, standing firm in knowledge, but would have missed out on the power of His presence. So as I now type this, looking back, TRUST is what comes to mind. Trust that God’s got this. Trust that perhaps what God wants to do through you, even if it’s for someone or a group that caused a hurt, might be just as much for you as it is for them. Trust that His sweet presence and love can truly shift in your heart what you might struggle to stand in on your own. Trust that He’s got this. For everyone.