Recently while running, I saw Heaven. I saw a large gate opening up, and fog poured out as it opened wider and I was elevated up to the ground level. I immediately noticed a great assembly standing on what appeared to be a road, and they were all looking at me. As if I knew what I was supposed to do, I began to sing worship to God, and immediately the entire assembly turned to face the Father and was singing the same song as me!
In that moment I knew that my worship affected much, even though I may not always see it with my earthly eyes.
Next, I heard the Father say, “The whole earth and all of Heaven are waiting to hear your voice.”
It was a great and humbling moment. (It was actually one of the catalysts for me beginning this year long journey with you.)
But, who am I? And why does my voice matter?
Does the pot ask the Potter why it was made a certain way? No. I believe a pot would only desire to be useful to the Potter.
I too long to be useful to Him, so when He speaks I believe it. On my own I am nothing special, but full of His Spirit there is nothing I can’t do. You are the same.
He has given us each a totally unique and useful voice. Sometimes I imagine just what would happen if we all decided to discover our own individual voice and then use it without comparison. The body would certainly become whole in that moment.
Today, ask the Father what voice He has given you. Ask Him where you were made to shine brightest for Him. Write it down and begin to pray over it. He will surely cause that to grow within you if you let Him. We were never designed to hear a word and make it happen on our own. No, we are to listen and receive and then give Him permission to fulfill it in His perfect way and timing.
Trust and obey. It’s so simple that we discount it, but it’s a great truth.
O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in You. Psalm 84:23
O taste and see that the Lord is good; how blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! Psalm 34:8
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. James 1:17
Here’s a little poem I recently wrote about my voice:
The voice I have
The voice I have, it may seem small, but it carries the authority of Heaven. At one note sung, the warring angels have already surrounded to hear where they will go.
I know my voice, it may sound small, but it carries the voice of Eternity.
The voice I have is all I’ve got, and I’ll use it loud and proud.
The voice I have, it has wings and flies in many directions to slay a giant or comfort a heart, whatever the Father’s instructing.
My frame may seem so slight and small but when I walk in the anointing, the steps I take cause a great earthquake and the impact shakes to the heavens.
I am the only “me” I’ve got, so I will do the most I can, but I know that because I carry God inside there’s nothing I can’t command.