I found myself swallowed in jealous hurt. I read about someone who clearly had a prophetic gift, with very detailed dreams and visions learning secrets. Rather than be excited about what they had to share, to my shame, I was horrified.
Driven to my savior, I cried. Clearly I wasn’t faithful enough or smart enough or willing to give enough to have God use me to such an extent as this other person. I also knew I was wrong to want what someone else had, but it would be dishonest to deny what I was thinking. I repented and wept. My prayers were interrupted by the needs of someone else and I came back to my conversation with the Lord a while later.
He met me with kindness before I could get myself all churned up again. I closed my eyes and there He was. He wore a dark blue suit, His hair long and pulled back at His nape. I also wore dark blue (symbolic of the midnight hour, I think, on God’s timeclock and my favorite color to wear – my impression was a two fold purpose in the color) a long, flowing gown. We were dancing, graceful, sweeping movements as the light from the golden room reflected around me, seeming to dance too. I felt safe, loved and treasured. He spoke as we danced, not missing a beat.
“YOU minister to Me. Teach others about My love and how to love Me. Comparing yourself to others is a trap that you stepped in.” He guided me easily through intricate steps I still don’t know. “You are surrounded by traps on all sides. You keep your eyes on Me and I will show you where to step.”
I thought of my own effort to learn to dance and how I would get confused if I looked at my feet. I had to look to the one leading me to keep up.
To my thoughts, He said “Exactly.”
Shared by Rhonda J.