THE FACE THAT HEAVEN LENT ME TO WALK THE EARTH WITH

Hi. I hope you have ended the week well. I have. By The Grace of God. It’s been an intense one for me, in all ways except one, a very good one. But even that one reason why it was not perfect, is a platform for God’s Excellence – and I cannot wait to testify. Meanwhile, let me share my thoughts…with you, and with an older version of me; for some day.

I have just come in from what has become my daily walk. It was slower today…about 9,000 steps in an hour. I feel tired, a lot on my plate, a lot weighing my heart in both good and painful ways. Besides learning in church today that a quiver-full is between twelve and 24…and feeling the pressure of having just two …biologically, there are other things on my mind.

I am coming out and healing from a situation which I discovered was deeply spiritual. So spiritual, that a neighbor employed a ‘prayer partner’ ahem… in reality ‘a monitoring spirit’ to ‘see’ me in the place I just left. May God ‘gift’ them all with deep despairing blindness…feed them thoroughly at a BASH, and then, open their eyes to see Him [re: 2 Kings 6:13-23]. Anyway, in the pattern of Nollywood where the villain confesses at the end, she shared with me how her prayer partner has identified me as her rival and defined me as a short, busty and plump lady. Somewhat light-skinned. And had nothing wicked to say about me [thank God]. Interesting how the mind works…it INITIALLY disturbed me MORE that she described me the way she did, than that she was spiritually monitoring me. So today as I walked with God in the cool of the evening, I asked Him some questions about my physical appearance.

You see, people tend to either accept or dismiss others for how they look. Even in my youthful days, I did not really consider myself a great beauty…you should have seen my friends…the ones I hang around, to be able to understand why I felt like a full-stop in their sentences. Tremulous beauties, nerve-shattering, earth-quaking they ALL were – you look trembling at God’s Excellence, and you can’t and will not stop staring as you melt. I was made invisible in the light they cast. And all the boys around me concurred . But I don’t really think, in retrospect, that I was such a ‘full-stop’. I had some great points beneath my ‘belt of truth’. For instance, a few hours ago, a good friend of mine at church complimented my legs. And as she did, I felt as though she was saying they were not part of me…not as much as my face and feet are. [She was not. I just responded that way.] The issue was the color…WHICH ACTUALLY PERVADES my entire body, aside from my face, arms and feet. So… those, the darker and more visible parts, were supposedly the ‘real me’…the rest were…COUNTERFEIT . I giggled as these thoughts floated around my fellowship with my Beloved Eternal. Especially at how often I, Vip, had silly moments that agreed and FLOWED with this kind of thinking. So, I asked again, why He chose to make me short, plump, busty and not really light or dark . The answer I got just floored me [ahem…I kept walking though]. This was God’s IDEAL FACE AND BODY FOR ME TO WALK THE EARTH WITH. THE IDEAL ONE FOR THE MISSION HE SENT ME ON. THE IDEAL ONE TO BE ACCEPTED AND REJECTED FOR HIS GLORY. It was all good.

After this, I was able to see the seriousness of the confession and pray appropriately. To call on heaven’s protection for both my residence, and that in which this beloved one did not want me to be at…and over which she kept regaling me with hurtful texts over who else was currently reigning. Or had done so before… Monitoring spirits are demonic spirits. And the level of intrusion by which someone decides that they have the right to know what is going on in your life, in order to do what…? I prayed a canceling prayer…to protect those targeted, even though our circumstances were currently less than savory.

You see, IT IS THIS FACE, THAT GOD CHOSE FOR THIS BATTLE – THE FACE OF HIS VICTORY MADE MANIFEST IN THIS PORTION OF THE EARTH. My current dimensions are PERFECT for Heaven’s current assignments involving me. They are intrinsically part of the script DICTATED BY THE WRITER THAT HOLDS THE PEN. I therefore War, at rest. In The Rest of God.

Shalom.

P.S. I am grateful for my quiver-full of two miracles. Extremely so.

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