I’m not sure that I willingly signed up for most of this.  As a younger Bible-toting country-club-Christian, I didn’t expect to have to set aside my princess crown and royal robe to pick up battle armor and the title “mighty warrior”. 

But God, had other plans … On the day that He ordained, He propelled me rather forcefully from a comfortable life to a road marked with persecution, trials, betrayals, and heartache.  It was all part of the equipping needed to walk me into the role of prophet. 

Since the day that I first heard God speak to me there has been an unmistakable burden to share with others what I have learned from Him.  I was 40-years old when I first knowingly heard the voice of the Almighty.  That was the day that everything changed.

Looking back over the previous two decades, I can see more clearly what God was up to.  While I may carry forward the battle scars and deep wounds, I have seen much triumph.  Though my few earthly treasures may not reflect my Kingdom value or standing, I’m confident that God is faithfully holding on to my victor’s crown reserving it for the glorious day that we meet face-to-face beyond earth’s gravity.

These 20 years of learning faithfully at the Master’s feet have wiped the smug indifference of church life from my heart and replaced it with unfailing passion and determination to step in sync with my God.  I will wait when He says to be patient.  I will be heard when He says speak. I will suit up for battle when the enemy readies its fiery darts.

My identity is resolute.  I know who I am and whose I am.