I am his - August 10, 2017
Hey guys. I wrote this after going to Kairos and experiencing freedom. I know I could not be the only one that has felt like God has made a mistake on me or that I did not belong. But the truth is I am His. I always have been and I always will be. No matter what I do he will never love me less because It is not about me.
I am his
I have had a lot happen in the last month. I want to Kairos at Gate way church and I had so much truth and revelation.
Lets start with the lies I believed for so long. I believed that I was Gods mistake. See I believed a lie that I was not meant to be a women. I was really meant to be a man. I believed God had made a mistake on me. But as I was sitting there at Kairos wondering why God had not hit me with some crazy powerful truth. I was grateful for the things he had spoken over me but I was still waiting for that big weak in the knees cant speak moment.
There is a time in Kairos near the end in which you ask the holy spirit to speak to you. I swear the words were not even out of the speakers mouth when I heard clear as day “you are mine”. I thought aww that nice what a lovely thing to say.
I moved on to the next thing to do which was place a paper with my burdens at the cross, got prayed over, had the anointing oil placed on me and want back to my seat. When I got there I heard it again this time like this ” Rachael YOU ARE MINE!!!”. Be careful what you ask for because it hit me like a bomb. I was crying, i could hardly stand as the words of my father became more then words but a reality.
I am his… I am his. I am not a mistake. I do belong. I have and will always be his. No one can steal that truth away from me because my father spoke them over me. Not a person but his voice calling out from heaven marking me as his own. I am not the girl who was Gods mistake. I am his. I am not the girl that had a drug and alcohol problem… I am his…. I am not the girl who had a cutting problem… I am his. I am not the girl who tried to commit suicide… I am his. I am not the girl that struggled with depression, love, and acceptance… I am his.
It does not matter what I do. It does not matter if I am healthy, sinful, happy, or sad…. I am his and i always have been and I always will be.
I still cry, jump for joy and feel like dancing when I think about how I am his. I feel like i have started a new journey. One where there is clear purpose, clear identity and a clear sense of belonging. The world may speak words of destruction, lies and pain, but I am to busy sitting on my fathers lap listening to the whispers of truth that he is saying over me. I will always know that I am his. I have always belonged and nothing can take that away from me.
