Version 3.0

It is becoming increasingly difficult to describe my encounters with God and the ways they change me. I think it's because they are unprecedented in my life and I no longer have any basis for comparison. Last week set my foundation in concrete. This weekend blew the roof off.

It began with a visit. I mentioned my pastors, the Trusslers, in my last blog. They've also become my spiritual parents and taken me under their wings in quite a few different ways. Well, this last weekend, they had a friend coming into town to visit. I'm not gonna tell you her name just because I'm not sure how she'd feel about that. I guess we can call her Meg. Anna was quite excited for me to meet her friend, because she's extremely prophetic. Technically, "extremely prophetic" isn't even the right word. She's a prophet.

So I got to meet Anna's prophet friend, and the first thing she did upon meeting me was to look me dead in the eye and say, "You are me." Atomic bomb. I know I'm prophetic. But prophetic on a Meg-like level is big. She gave me a prophetic word about my ministry, saying that my ministry is like a race car. Most people get normal cars. But mine is a race car because it's extra fast and extra powerful, but also requires extra skill, precision and training. She also told me I have to be extra careful with my words, because they're a lot like Elisha's words. Because of the words Elisha spoke, forty-two kids got eaten by a bear. That's power. Yikes.

But it was so good because her word, unlike the others I've received about the power of my words and my voice, had direction and push behind them. It wasn't just "look, here's this huge power, have fun!" It was "you have this huge power, and this is how you invest and steward it properly."

Bam. Suddenly, it is something that I don't just have, but something that is desperately needed, to the point where I need to train for it. Because using it improperly is like playing with the launch buttons in a nuclear missile silo. Unless you know what you're doing, don't effing touch that!

So then, she decided to be my mentor and made my heart so very happy, and then I was told that prophets generally mentor other prophets. Whoa. So... what exactly is that implying? So I was asking God about it. The convo went kind of like this:

Me: "Okay, so what gives? Am I prophetic, or am I a prophet?"
God: "Well, you are extremely prophetic. But you aren't a prophet until I call you and set you in that office."
Me: "Mkay. Got it."

The next morning was Sunday. My throat was all wack, so I sat with God in worship and He just talked to me. We were getting toward the end of worship, and I was talking to God about my future. I have always known and felt that He is my only future. I am not cut out for a regular 9 - 5 job that shifts my focus away from him. Not as a lifetime career. I have a very one-track mind that causes me to put my focus on one thing and neglect another, and if I have to choose between focusing my whole heart and passion on Him and not eating because I can't afford food, I will dig in the dumpster and focus the rest of my attention on Him. But I didn't know how I could do that. Have my job be just to focus on Him.

"Well," God said. "What are your dreams and your heart for?"
"I don't really know, God... I know I used to have them, but I can't remember..."
"Well, what did you write on your BSSM application?"
"Ohhh... I wanted to bring your real heart to your people. To teach them who they really are and who you really are. 'Cause I remember when I didn't have a clue..."

That was when He said:
"I send you to my church, to my people. You will teach them who they are and who I am, you will wake them up to my heart."
The sense of calling echoed within me at that moment. This is it. The rest of my life. This is what I'm meant for. All my dreams and the heart that I had for what I want to do came flooding back.

About thirty seconds later, my pastor Beto got up to the podium and started asking God to restore to us our dreams, visions and heart for Him. I'm sitting there listening to that and thinking, "God, is that you or is it just my own wishful thinking?"

And He went, "I just had Beto get up and confirm it for you! Write the freaking thing down!"

So I did. So begins the weight of a destiny with impact. Am I prophetic? Most definitely. Am I a prophet? Not yet. Will I be? Someday, I believe so.

Meet Grace 3.0, the version with purpose.
Peace out.
--Grace Grace