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The Call

"From the withered tree a flower blooms." -Proverb

Around the halfway mark of every year, it never fails. A few goals start feeling out of reach, a little dust of boredom settles in and the finish line seems further away than on yesterday. If you're anything like me, sometimes it's easy to fall into the trap of looking ahead of God's timing with a teardrop of frustration. The sweet agony of "waiting" can be quite the challenge. My head comprehends, "patience is virtue" but trying to convince my heart that God has not forgot...well that is a "continuous work in progress!"

When our seasons change and we've conquered our fair share of storms, we're immediately ready to harvest a crop but how soon do we forget that  a "seed" doesn't bloom overnight? Not matter how much sun exposure, fertilizing or watering, it's still a process. Life is just like germination. Every step is equally as important to insure that you have a viable, healthy plant. In fact, if all the favorable conditions are met, we "expect" a beautiful flower to boom--the fruit of our labor.

Well, what about you?

Are you blooming where you are planted?

What are you producing?

Have you "inspected" your own fruit?

Over the last couple of months, I've been in God's face more so, regarding his purpose for my life, almost feeling like I'm just about running out of time to contribute anything meaningful. However, just when I was about to travel down that dead-end road once again, God sent a Rhema word during the start of revival on this week. 

I heard the Pastor say, "Attached to your purpose is a call." I know that doesn't sound too profound but I knew God was about to get me all the way together with my stinking thinking. I fumbled through my purse for a pen and shifted in my seat cause I knew this was about to get deep. (Whenever God shows up, revelation always follows.) 

As we explored the very, familiar story of Joseph in Genesis 37:1-5, The Pastor went on to add that Joseph's call was different than the others and that he was handpicked by God. He wasn't exempt from problems due to" the call" but his circumstances didn't change his call either. 

Just like Joseph, God is calling you to fulfill your unique purpose as well. You have been equipped for the call. "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart."-Jeremiah 1:5

I know "they" threw you in the pit cause you didn't fit their desired expectations.  
I know "they" laughed at your dreams. 
I know "they" sold you out.

"And we know that in all things  God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." -Romans 8:28

As the Pastor added, "The coat covers the call on your life but have you received your coat?"

Night One of revival reassures me that my seed is on schedule, what about yours?

Not too early,
not too late,
but in "perfect timing" for Him to cultivate.

(Taken from revival notes of Chosen: Called & Covered - K. Spivey)







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