I Will Not Abort The Mission

Early in the morning, after my morning prayer, but before my first cup of coffee and my first bottle of water, I'm greeted with a scolding text.

The scolding is not uncommon which is why the first words I speak to the Lord are, "Lord be with me." The first words I spoke out loud to myself are, " It is too damn early in the morning for your scolding, ain't nobody in the mood for your bull shit!. The time that separated us was not long enough for me. Give it a rest. Do you ever freaking stop!" I didn't respond to the text right away. I knew better than to respond because of the going ons in my body that made me clearly aware that now was not the time . My heart was racing. My nerves were going haywire. My temperature was rising. My blood pressure was going up, up, and up, practically through the roof, and my tongue was swelling in my mouth because it so desperately wanted to release fire. It was actually worst than it sounds. The truth is, I was pissed! Here I am in my own house, minding my own business, residing in peace. Not to mention I just got off a prayer call that left me feeling elated and rejuvinated. And now I'm ready to set it off. I'm ready to go all in. You really don't want this. You dun loss your everlasting mind! Hallelujah! to the word of God. "The tongue is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body." So I gladly resist the Devils ploy.

Naturally I want to quit. Just walk away from the assignment altogether. I've broken my track record. I usually don't stick it out this long. I'm proud of myself for staying past my usual time frame. My tendency, although not planned, is to walk away from relationships and or jobs after putting up with people's BS for too long. A woman can only take so much, and since they refuse to change, trying their best to get an explosive reaction out of me, I decide enough is enough, No arguing, no fussing or cussing, Peace and Hair Grease, I'm Out!

As I laugh at myself and take note that I've gone past my maximum time frame and I'm still sticking it out, I pat myself on the back, literally, and make a decree that I'm not going to walk away this time. I decided if I'm going to leave it's gonna be on the other person to ask me to leave. The reason being is because, unlike any certainty I have ever had about anything in my entire life, I know that I know, I am in Gods timing. I know that I am in alignment, and I know that I am on assignment. I will not abort the mission. In the meantime as I contend with myself and wait on a response from God, I receive two more messages. I choose not to be distracted by them, I keep right on praying. My body is going through it. My flesh is really trying to get my soul to give in to it. I respond to my flesh saying, "You don't tell me what to do, I tell you what to do." Bam! and then God responds. He puts before me a vision of someone I barely know. He is a handsome young man. He's always respectful and pleasant when we are in the same room. He gets along well with everyone in the room. He's outgoing yet he is calm, relaxed and cool. I see all of this about him while at the very same time I see that he is fully submitted to authority Then the Lord shows me myself in the future working alongside some people where I am to be submitted under their authority. In the vision I see that my spirit has to be humble. I see that there is no place for pride, offense, resentment, nor judgement. I see that at the core of my assignment is love and to be peaceable with all men if possible. Not boasting on myself but rather on God, I passed the test in this situation. I don't even recognize myself. My spirit was willing and my soul said yes. I do recognize my flesh, because it remains the same, rebellious. I realize in that moment that He is revealing to me that I have to be accountable and submitted to someone at every point of my life from this day forth. I want to reject the idea of it being this particular person however . I say to myself, "Well everyone has to be accountable to someone." I start to think on the ministry of Jesus and how He stayed completely submitted to the authority of His Father, my Lord. Thinking on how He came in love, to love, for love, and how He chose to endure the unwarranted persecution. He endured the disgusting spital on His face. He endured the being smacked all over His body. He endured people taunting Him.

I think about how He was brought before Pilot and although Pilot did not find any fault in Him, His very own people falsely accused Him then and after He was in the grave. He endured being beaten to the point that His visage was so marred He was unrecognizable . Then finally, He laid down His life, submitting to the authority of His Father, my Lord. I thought on Paul too, and how He too went through sufferings, and he stayed submitted to the authority the Lord and committed to the assignment. Here I am pissed because I don't like the way someone is talking to me. Girl Bye. But there is so much more to the story than just that. So I ask of God, "Oh, so I'm under the authority of this person? Quickly the Lord responds, "No, you're under my authority." Hearing Him say that brought instant peace and elation to me. Suddenly my heartbeat returned to it's normal beat. My heart was no longer beating out of my chest. My nerves calmed, causing my muscles to totally relax. My whole body calmed. So now its eleven minutes since receiving the first text, and now my spirit gives my soul the ok to move forward. I check the rest of the messages. The messages don't seem so harsh, although they are, it's just that my soul is saying yes to my spirit and my flesh is reaping the rewards. I respond in agreement to the request that has been made in the final message sent to me. Right after I responded, I logged onto my Social Media account. I was delighted at what greeted me. It was a post from someone announcing National Flower Day. As I read the post, these lines gripped me, in a very mighty way. " ...Instead of getting down in the dirt, take a chance of nurturing yourself or a loved one so that the beauty will rise again." In that moment I seen myself as a beautiful flower and I was inspired to write this.

BEAUTIFUL FLOWER IN BLOOM

I love flowers, I really do

I love their sweet aroma that fills the air

I love the colors vibrancy

I especially love their elegant graceful sway in a gentle breeze

As I think about the beauty flowers are

I see me, I'm beautiful too

I wondered why Lord" What am I to get out of this assignment? The Lord inspires me by saying, "As you nurture your soul with My Word rather than responding to your flesh, by being all up in yo feelings, You treat yourself like a

Beautiful Flower in Bloom

Ya'll as I blog this post. I stop to speak with the other person on the phone. Guess what they said? "At this point it's time for us to sever ties."

I finished the assignment! "Again I Rise!"

A Beautiful Flower In Bloom,

Lynette Rochelle