Unsent

I am sure there was a commotion in the heavenly realms when we met. Satan and his hordes must have been worried on the impact our meeting will have. And so, he devised a plan to ruin it.

Think about the way we met. It was divine appointment. I know it has it rough edges, but who would have thought it was really you?

But oh, I made a fool of myself by sinking down to the miry depths. I acted too selfishly when I was supposed to be selfless... indulged with my flesh when I was supposed to have it crucified... considered what I could get out of it instead of what I could have given.

Now, everything is screwed up. What was supposed to be a wonderful relationship became a dreaded one. I can only sigh in regret.

My heart aches to how stupid I have been. Yet crying over spilt milk will not change anything of the past. And so, I pray. On my knees, hands lifted up, my eyes gushing with tears, heart bursting even more - I prayed.

...that He who majors in turning an adulterer into a man after God's own heart will intervene and create a worshipper out of our stubborn hearts...

...that He who chooses to step in when other people would rather back out, will comfort us of his presence - giving assurance of forgiveness with the condition of true repentance...

...that He who transforms people by giving them new names, while the rest could only gossip, comment and judge, will wrestle with us - in the dark night of our souls leaving us limping for life, but with a new destiny associated to it.

I could only hope now, that things will work out for the good. I believe though, that everything still works out that way if our hearts beat for Someone who showed what it is to be a true friend, in the first place. And although it seemed impossible with finite minds and blinded eyes to see beyond the present circumstances now, I trust the heart of God who desires nothing but the best, and who freely gives anything and everything as long as it won't cause injury to our souls.

My desire is for you to fulfill your destiny. No more, no less. You know for a fact those prophetic words spoken over you when godly men laid their hands on you. Always remember those. Guard them with all your heart. Consider them sacred over anything else.

Oh, that you won't trade the treasures in store for you in eternity for some loose change in this lifetime!

Choose God's call over your life above the subtle voices luring you for anything less!

Know in your heart of hearts that just because you are under attack now, doesn't mean you are worthless. The opposite is true. Satan attacks you now, not because you are too weak, but because he is scared to wait - and wake up one day with you too strong for him to handle.

I commit to stand in the gap for you. To intercede for your healing. To utter a prayer for you when you can't - or even won't. To prophesy and speak your destiny into reality, even if the present circumstances depict otherwise.

At the moment, I surrender to God my all in all. I lay in the altar everything. For without the sacrifice, there can be no fire.

While everything seemed absurd, I choose to trust the Heart who knows my yesterdays and tomorrows at once. I believe if I release you and hold on to Him, somehow I will gain more. And it will only be thru that process that along the way, you will find your way back to Him too.

See you in the frontlines.

I will wait.