Boot Camp

Did you ever feel like you were on the edge of a storm waiting for the thunder to clap and the deluge to start flooding down? You know, the feeling you get in your bones when a heavy storm's about to pass over. For much of my life I've been a human barometer, reading the weather forecast accurately from dull aches in my bones that morphed from childhood injuries into guideposts for when the snow would fly. Lately my spirit has been reading the barometric pressure spiritually, so to speak. I have been keenly aware that it is coming- the storm of a lifetime- and it will be a tsunami of epic proportions to sweep up many unexpectedly. 

These past three months being back home have felt like boot camp where I've been getting trained up, filled up, and put through the wringer in intense preparation for what is about to transpire soon. It feels like a little bit of a rest between assignments but mostly a sacred timeout of training. I fall into bed tired and spent each night. Days are full of the school of the spiritual lessons The Lord wants to teach me. 

I'm getting ready. My sword is getting sharpened. The chinks in my armour are hammered smooth. Mending and strengthening the armour, speaking a lot with the Commander of the Armies, expecting my deployment at any time. To where, He hasn't shown me yet. He wants to know I will wait and trust and obey. God knows too well if I had the whole blueprint from His hands I would run ahead of Him. Neither He nor I want me to do that. For the safest place I can be is in the center of His will for me. 

My bags are packed. I'm selling anything that isn't nailed down. I know I need money, enough to fly wherever He calls me and stay there as long as He tells me. I'm trusting The Lord for all my needs. I'm trusting that when He whispers to me my next assignment, He will supernaturally bring in the resources needed, either through His storehouses, or through whatever means He chooses. I'm expecting; I'm ready.

Who will go for me? Says The Lord.

Lord, send me. Send me.