Interestingly, I have had very little experience of “prophetic gifts” myself. I went to a large Anglican Charismatic church in Oxford for six years, where the leaders and wives where always showing off about their prophetic gifts on stage, but there was no independent verification, so I was kind of sceptical. Yeah, doubting Anita! My first experience of someone who genuinely had a prophetic gift (versus a self-proclaimed unattested one) was when Patricia Bootsma saw me and saw I had daughters and had an accurate prophecy for the elder one. anitamathias/2012/04/29/at-play-in-the-fields-of-the-prophetic/ Anyway, at David’s Tent, a lovely Charismatic worship festival I’m at, there was a 15 minute slot to sign up for Prophetic Words from the Glasgow Prophetic Centre. I signed up, but with low expectations, the Doubting Anita bit. Showed up. I looked at the lady assigned to me. My Myers-Briggs profile is ENTP, which means I am intuitive and perceptive, assessing people and situations intuitively, subconsciously, non-verbally. My assessments are very often right. Of late, though, they have often been wrong, and I have had to shame-facedly laugh at myself. This was a case in point. The lady was heavily made-up, and radiated stress and tension. I thought, “Heck, look how stressed she is. There’s no way she’s going to hear from God.” But there I was, and so I sat down with a “I’m in your hands for 15 minutes. How bad can it be?” attitude. Well, it was not bad. It was excellent. She taped it, and the embarrassing, incoherent sound you can hear on the tape is me sobbing, aloud. Yes! I debated posting the tape because it was so uncannily accurate, but have decided against because a) it would be show-offy b) God repeatedly commands silence in the secret things of him. Well, here are some amazing things. She asked me only one thing, my first name. I look like a nice, smiley, middle-aged woman. I do not have writer written all over me. But she immediately saw a destiny for me, a gifted communicator. Prophesied a speaking ministry. Interestingly, I used to be a gifted speaker, and a platform hasn’t opened up of late, and it’s not something I am seeking because spoken words vanish into the wind, and so one should only seek to speak when the Lord says, “Friend come up higher.” And she prophesied that a platform would open up without my doing anything about it, which is exactly as I would like it to me. Amazing, and then just as when you are listening to God in writing, you have a first draft, and then get closer and hotter, she suddenly saw that I was a writer. Amazing. She asked permission to hold my hands and pray an anointing over them. Prophesied things about my writing. And then the sound on the tape you hear is me crying. She was listening to God, hearing, hearing accurately, speaking what she sensed God saying. An incredible experience to listen to. I imagine it’s as the prophets of old heard and wrote. She prophesied that insomnia would end, and that night, I slept well and woke up refreshed. She saw toxicity in my body, and sort of sucked it out (that’s healing prayer, incidentally). She prophesied a restoration of lost dreams. My stated goal for the year was alignment. anitamathias/2014/01/08/one-word-2014-alignment/. And she kept prophesying alignment and re-aligment, again and again. She said, “The Lord wants you to look at your diary, and take something out to make room for writing” (and this without my telling her I was a writer). Now interestingly, there’s only one discretionary activity in my diary, a church activity, and it’s not “paying its way.” I am not getting much of out it, spiritually or socially for the time I put into it. And I am not doing enough good to others in this activity for it to “pay its way” for the time and energy it takes. I realised that I was not looking forward for the term to start because of this activity which I find stressful and time-wasting and just a boring drag. And with a huge sigh of relief and a smile, I decided I was going to stop doing it. But I hadn’t even considered stopping before. I thought it was a good thing to do. What a relief, though, to stop And how great the love the Father has for us that he should provide such a specific and loving intervention through a stranger. That he should reassure me about my writing, and anoint me through a stranger, whom I did not even mention my writing to. Oh how he loves me. Love is a hurricane I am a tree Bending beneath the weight Of his love and mercy!
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 17:59:26 +0000
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