He is My Father

I typically try to write a well thought out blog, but this post is a bit more raw than usual. Sometimes there just aren't any words to say, except what's in our hearts. So here goes nothing :)

One of the spiritual gifts that God has given me is the gift of intercessory prayer. I'm sure some of you don't know what that is--I sure didn't until my friend Martha Cary told me (she has taught me MANY things over the years). Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father and intercedes for us. He stands between the sinner, me, and God, the Father, and prays on our behalf. The cool thing is that He also allows His children on earth to intercede for others. There have been many times that He wakes me up in the middle of the night to pray, sometimes on my face, for a friend or a family member, or an acquaintance, or sometimes even people I've never even met. There have been other times that I have been reading the Bible and someone's name pops in my head when I read a specific verse, and I have no idea why...I send them that verse and nothing else...and they tell me that they needed just that verse, and how did I know that? I just answer 'Jesus knew. I was just the vessel'. I have always felt honored to have this particular gift, but lately I can't say that I've used it. I pray for my family and friends when asked...but I've been so focused on my babies and myself that I haven't exactly interceded like I have before. I have been on the receiving end, though, quite a few times in the past few months..so so so many friends and family have texted me verses, sent me messages and emails that speak of support and love, have held me in their arms as I've cried, sent me money in the mail, defended me, run me down and paid for my gas, and so many other countless things. Today, though, I was sent a personal message straight from my Father. A friend of mine from Athens sent me a Facebook message. She had absolutely no idea that I have felt distant from God...this has happened by no fault but my own. Eden wakes up way too early most mornings, and by the time I put the kids down I can barely keep my eyes open.. Much less have any sort of productive time with the Lord. Oh He is still my first love, and my everything, and I like to think that He understands this season I'm in and will draw close to me as I shower and pray, or lay in bed with one of my babies and talk to Him about how wonderful they are. But oh how I miss Him. Pray for me, friends. Pray that I can disown the label of 'divorced mom of three' and claim the label 'beautiful daughter of the King'. This is what Jill's Facebook message said:

'I was driving along and was told to intercede for you 😊. I prayed for you and your beautiful babies.  God wants you to know that He tells you who you are.  Your identity is in Him.  Just sending love your way 😊'....and:

'God loves you so much.  It has nothing to do with anything you have done or not done.  You are washed white as snow regardless....He sees Jesus!!  Divorced single mom seems like a bad label to you but to everybody else we see a devoted, loving mother and person.....a humble daughter of God walking a path on this earth like everybody else.  I see beauty.... I see strength......listen and study to your identity in Him and don't be distracted by the enemy!!  I was literally told to "intercede for My daughter".  Think of how you love your daughters and then how overwhelming He loves you.  God works in mysterious ways but I couldn't deny relaying this message.  I had such a wonderful time of praying and crying for your family.  I am humbled to be able to.  😊. Much love.'

Y'all, the Spirit told her to 'intercede for My daughter'...to intercede for ME! The King saw my struggle, knew my heart without me even knowing how to voice my feelings, and He told someone I don't even talk to that often to pray for me. Now HE is who I worship. HE is who I live for. HE is who I trust. HE is MY Father. There are really no words to describe this. Friends, I will be interceding again. Please let me know how I can pray. I want to find the girl I was before...well, just before. Thank you, and you know who you are...just thank you.