I’m jumping up and down with raised hands and shouting victories one minute, on my knees crying and praying the next. Seems like I’d be bi-polar or something., but it’s actually just my realization of being consumed by the Holy Spirit. Understanding that I no longer have to feel any guilt or any shame. That those are all lies that I’ve fed myself this whole time. Satan was a liar, liar pants on fire, with a nose as long as a telephone wire. But I was calling him out and saying, “No longer will I be a victim. No longer would I be a slave.”
As this revelation was happening to me, I dared to break my trance and look at how everyone else in the room was doing. Sure enough, it seemed that they were experiencing the same things as me. I was surrounded by people who were being transformed right alongside my transformation. My team for the next four months, my family, my foundation, we were all beginning this new journey together: literally and spiritually. Chairs were being pushed aside so God’s people had room to finally break loose of all the chains. Feet were as light as feathers and magnets were attached to our arms seeking to find the north pole. We were drawn to our Creator; we longed to be near to our Father.
I feel like a new person. This is the person that God had in mind for me. It’s only been three days and I don’t even recognize myself. I’m not even in Africa yet and God’s already rocked my world. I’ve denied my old self and given it all over to God, now fully embodying Christ. I might need to wear a nametag when I get back home so people will now know who I really am…a precious daughter of the King.
Next stop, Kenya.
