I was watching Joyce Meyer as I got dressed this morning and something she said is sticking to my spirit - "Wake with expectation".
I loved this. I've been on work travel since March 6 (Happy Birthday to me!!). While I've never been to Mississippi, I had this overwhelming feeling that this trip was what was needed for my soul. I couldn't explain it then and still can't now. What I can understand, however, is the feeling of expectation. My spirit knew this is where I needed to be even with the overwhelming history of the state that didn't favor African Americans.
Unlike a previous trip where everything in my spirit told me not to go there, this trip was the opposite. I began to understand that this trip was God ordained. How did I know? It took me over 24 hours to get here. I left Sunday evening about 8:30 pm only to have our plane land not in Mississippi but we were sent to New Orleans due to an unforeseen incident. When I couldn't find a rental car or hotel room, I had the airline send me back home. Once I arrived at my home airport, the Holy Spirit wouldn't let me leave the airport. I was immediately re-booked on the next flight out which was leaving 30 minutes after I landed. We got on the plane only for us to be de-boarded. We finally left about 2:30 pm. By the time I got my rental car, drove the hour to my hotel, grabbed dinner, and checked in, I was emotionally drained and ready for a bath. But, that wouldn't derail me from what I knew would be an adventure for me.
Then I get here and BAM, I get sick!!! I was so worried that I had contracted COVID and worse had possibly given it to those around me in the office. But, I was the only one that got sick. What does that tell me? It was a personal attack. It was an attempt to have me pack it up and leave.
On top of all of that, I daily have to deal with cats. And, if you know me, you know cats and I don't get along. I don't want any harm to come to them but I would rather they not be anywhere near me.
This trip - this assignment - has been one thing on top of another. BUT, this is what I know. I'm expecting God to move each day that I get up. I'm expecting something - even if I'm not sure what. I know God is in control. I know He assigned me to this place. The struggle wouldn't be so great if He hadn't. Struggles come and go but God's love remains the same always.
Proverbs 15:15 (AMP) reads "All the days of the afflicted are bad, But a glad heart has a continual feast [regardless of the circumstances]." I am glad that I am still standing. Glad that the attempts to wipe me out were not victorious. Glad that His grace and mercy cover me continuously. I am constantly saying that I'm His vessel to be used as He wills. You can't be a willing vessel without being tempted, tried, tested, and proved. My continual feast is that I am His.
Be A Blessing and Not Just Blessed