This Side of the Journey

We're on a journey closer to heart of God.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

~Sarah~

I have two jobs. Both are more than full time. They don't end. There is no break.

My first job is an intercessory missionary. If you want to be technical, I am only part time. I spend 12 hours a week in the prayer room interceding for others and gaining authority in the Word so that I can more effectively intercede for others. But in reality, it's not a part time job. It's a more-than-full-time lifestyle. I'm learning how to do that - how to pray with out ceasing. I'm learning to pray while I'm driving, while I'm cooking, while I'm changing diapers. I'm learning to pray for the checkout lady in the store and the homeless man on the corner (but if I pray for him with out helping him, the Word says I’m a hypocrite). I’m learning to pray in the Spirit when I can’t think straight enough to pray in my understanding. I’m learning to intercede while I’m drifting off into sleep and throughout the night. Constant communion with the Father. I’m not there yet, but it’s my goal. Whenever I think about someone, I need to pray for them. I need to pray for the guy that cuts me off during traffic. I need to pray while watching what little tv I watch. I need to pray for those who hurt me. I need to use my time to make an eternal difference. I need to pray for boldness for myself. Prayer... that’s my job. An d I’m never off the clock.

My second job is being a mom. I like the terminology of “children equipper “ better. This is equally as hard to do well. My job description includes: feeding, clothing, changing, cleaning up after, teaching, playing with, reading to, praying for, prophesying over, disciplining, hugging and kissing two of the most important and influential people in the world. This job also never ceases. I’m never off the clock. And the catch: I must do it all with a happy heart, with a wellspring of gratitude. When I do it while keeping my gaze on the Father, He counts it as worship. I was chosen for this job, and it’s a sobering reality. I believe that my children are part of the generation that will usher in the second coming of Jesus Christ. God entrusted me to get them ready for this. It’s a huge responsibility. I may see that day. I hope so, for it’s the crescendo of time. But regardless of whether I’m here, I believe they’ll be here. Will they be able to endure what Jesus said in His Word that they’ll have to endure. Will they be able to proclaim Jesus as the Messiah if there’s a gun to their heads? Will they have the courage to preach the gospel if persecution is certain? Will they be the ones to walk in greater works than Jesus did? Will they know that God can and will heal? Will they be part of creative miracles? Someday, I believe they will multiply food through the power of the Holy Spirit. They are, with out a doubt in my mind, two of the most important people in the world. And God has chosen me to help bring them into their destiny. I can’t be lazy.

Hadessah got all of her teeth at a very early age. I believe this is prophetic of her spiritual maturity – that she will have much maturity for her age. Hezekiah first rolled over at 5 weeks. I believe this is prophetic, that he will be part of the turning of Mal. 4:5-6. My children have destinies before the Lord. They have purpose. I need wisdom in raising them, in knowing how to teach and train them. I can’t wait until they’re three. I must start now. The spirit man understands much more than the natural mind. I speak to their spirits. I tell them who they are in God. I talk to them about scripture. I won’t know the fruit of this for a long time, but I take it seriously. Or I try to. This is important ministry.

Can I do my jobs while keeping my gaze off of myself and on my Creator? I need grace, His power on the inside of me.

I know this: someday I

Can I do my jobs while keeping my gaze off of myself and on my Creator? I need grace, His power on the inside of me.

I know this: someday I will look like Jesus. When I see Him, I will be like Him.