I can't tell you how many times I would tell myself, "This is not a part of your song!"
I finally realized that I was dealing with spiritual warfare and started praying against principalities instead about myself.
I cannot say that I was particularly holy or even in a worthy frame of mind when God gave me the image. It had been a very hard week and a half with my mom in the hospital in the critical care unit. She was finally okay so we were able to go on our trip for Grant's graduation. I was exhausted so Greg kept encouraging me to use the two day drive to sleep, so I did.
As I was waking up, I saw the image of a small clay pot with a wreath around it that was thick and full. I knew it was my drawing even though I had never drawn it. I also knew immediately that the clay pot was me telling God's stories. After Grace closed, God used the Widow's Oil story to reveal to me that I was the widow without her prophet. In my case, the prophet was Grace dying. I heard in my heart that I was to use my jar of oil-- Bible storytelling and not stop pouring until I had no more people to tell them to. So, the jar is my storytelling and that is how I anoint people. I pour out His stories into them.
I then knew instantly as well that the wreath was my blessing and that it is bearing good fruit. It was a healthy wreath and a full wreath. It looks like a Christmas wreath but with the leaves of a victors crown.
I woke up with awe and immediately told Greg because I did not want to lose the image or the thoughts carried with it. Joy and peace welled up in me as I realized God spoke to me in a way that I minister to others through stick figures as I tell Bible stories.
It took a few days before I could draw it. I rarely draw what I see in my mind as I think it should be, but God even blessed me with the ability to draw what I saw. Astounding!
On our drive and as the days followed, I have been drawing and painting it in my mind over and over meditating on its message to me. I do not want to forget the reminder and as I walked into a tough situation a day after God awoke me with the image, God used the image to remind me of the promise He gave me. He very sweetly whispered in my heart, "This is your inheritance." Telling His Bible stories will bear good fruit and my inheritance is the ones that go in tell in turn. This is the kind of inheritance that cannot be taken. It can only keep on growing.
I love it when God gives me something very clearly spoken that I can cling to as I face life. I am savoring His goodness.
Shalom y'all!
