Sometimes my Father speaks to me in the midst of a struggle. Sometimes he quiets me. Sometimes he reinforces me. Sometimes he encourages me.
Other times he speaks to me before I go into a battle, almost like a warning. Those always feel different. They’re more somber words. More heavily laid out in my spirit. Words that I meditate on.
I’m a very transparent person in that I believe in speaking up and being honest. I don’t see much need in hiding things or attempting to impress folks. Not much point in that mess, in my opinion.
I share lots of things about myself. I have a complex testimony that I speak out about quite often.
Sometimes, though, I’m facing something that requires me to be still. Requires me to be quiet. It’s not something that I should share with others yet. I’m not talking isolation from others, just that I’m partnering with my Father and allowing HIM to be my strength in the battle.
Sometimes we may face things that are heartbreaking. Things that shake us to our very cores. Things that make us look at ourselves very closely and reflect on what we see manifested there.
Now, when we find ourselves in those situations…what we do and who we trust are both important. I’m learning that not everything can or should be shared. Sometimes the Holy Spirit quiets my mouth. Sometimes my Father speaks to my heart and reminds me of a few things.
Last week was one of those times.
I woke up and almost immediately had a word in my heart. “You cannot seek wise council amongst the wicked”
The more I’ve mediated on this word, the more meaning it’s developed.
Who we trust, matters. Who we share our hearts and souls with, matter. Not everyone has your best intention at heart. Not everyone will seek out the opportunity to help you be best heard, understood, and represented. If you are seeking “wise council,” that aligns with the heart of your Father, consider the source of who you’re seeking that from.
A person who doesn’t dwell within the spirit of our Father can’t provide me with reinforcemenf from his Word or reply with discernment manifest only within those aligned to the Father’s heart.
As my last couple of weeks are playing out more and more, I’ve been withdrawing from outside sources and working on focusing on hearing intently from my Father.
I’m so grateful for that still small voice that speaks and reassures. Grateful for redirection. Grateful for peace, direction, and purpose. Thankful for knowing that even when things don’t look like what I thought they would, when doors that seemingly should open don’t quite make it, I’m glad I’m not in control. I know I just make a mess of things.
❤️
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