Last night, for the first time ever, I had someone prophesied over me.
Sure, I’ve had different people with the spiritual gift of prophecy tell me they’ve had visions or know something is going to happen, but I’m saying that a friend of mine whom I’ve known for maybe a month looked me in the eyes and said, “Laura, I have something I want to tell you.”
And I know this friend well enough to know what that means, to have an idea of what’s happening when he says this, so of course my eyes filled up with tears and I nodded.
What happened next wasn’t scary. It wasn’t magical, either. It was uncomfortable in that what happened was pure encouragement and challenge and love, all being poured out freely on my undeserving self. It was guidance and hope and God’s promises in a southern drawl from Indiana. It was uncomfortable only because I knew he was being honest and that honesty was cutting to the center of who I am.
This friend told me that he knows I’ve been through battles, I’ve been through wars. I’ve been made a strong woman because I’ve made it through incredibly hard times and God wants me to know that the hard times I see coming, the depression that threatens to swallow me up, or the anxiety that might just suffocate me, God sees those as tiny little blips on a radar, practically insignificant.
This friend told me that its like I’m a little kid with a hangnail and God just wants to pull it off, take care of it once and for all so I can just forget about it.
And that’s where I really started crying. Over a hangnail.
Because yesterday at work, one of my kids, an 11-month-old little ball of joy, was freaking out over this hangnail on her toenail. She was ticked, and it hurt, and until I noticed it I could not for the life of me calm this girl down. So when I picked her up and held her close and stroked her hair and her big chunky baby legs, I saw it: this tiny little thing that was causing her so much pain and frustration—I found it and I pulled it off and she didn’t even realize it. She just forgot it was ever there because it didn’t hurt any more.
God is so much bigger than the credit I give Him. The things that are huge and devastating for me, things like depression and anxiety, or sickness and death, or brokenness and disunity, these things are manageable for God. They can be taken care of so easily, like pulling a hangnail off of a child.
You just have to be close and sit still long enough for Him to do what He needs to do. You need to pay attention to the prophetic words of those around you. But you can’t do it without trusting Him and the hugeness of who He is.
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Laura Hyers is a Tampa native, writer, and the newly wed wife of musician Caleb. She recently graduated from the University of South Florida with a bachelor’s degree in psychology with a concentration in literature and is currently teaching preschool. When not chasing a class of two-year-olds, Laura is writing and fighting fierce bouts of wanderlust. She loves music, reading, being near the ocean, and dreaming big over huge cups of coffee with her best friend Lakin. Laura blogs at http://littlebirdmarie.wordpress.com.
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Too much truth truth. (Like that’s even possible.)
Man, I needed to read that today.