Only a few months ago I was in the thick of the routine. I had found a way to carve out interest in the mundane and apparently that was my ticket to change. Often I felt like Joseph, sitting in that jail cell, weighed down by circumstances. Now it feels like the chief butler has told Pharaoh about Joseph but Joseph doesn’t know it yet. There is a word sent forth for his change in season, but the next assignment has not been given just yet. There is still a process Joseph is going through. He is still walking by faith. He actually must prophesy and use his gifts to interpret Pharaoh’s dreams. There is a role he plays in his own deliverance. Faith without works is dead.
I sit here now at a desk with a computer awaiting clients. No longer am I at my cubicle of 8 years but I’m at a desk I’ve only known for a week. Well, we did get slightly acquainted last tax season but it was brief and part time so we didn’t have the luxury of getting too familiar with one another. Now I am opening the store after only one week of training; leadership always seems to find me.
But I’m still in transition.
The King has sent forth a word concerning me, but I must prophesy about my future. I must agree with the Word. I am warring for that word to be manifested.
In the mean time, as I wait for the assignment, there are other assignments. There are speaking engagements, and selling books, and preparing taxes. There are times of worship and times of building my faith and letting God develop me in those weakness that I didn’t know were there. That’s the thing about the routine, sometimes we get comfortable and we think just because its been that way for SO long, and we have been that way for so long, it will stay. We will stay. But we are always evolving. We are always changing into the idea Elohim thought up before the world began.
It’s been a rough week. The war. The battle. But I have chosen to live and not die. And His Spirit has delivered me once again from the hand of the enemy.