Anointed For A Purpose…
When he touched my hands, at first it shocked me and brought me out from the place where at times that I could remain forever… in his presence. My eyes were closed tightly and I opened them immediately, but he had moved on to the person beside me, who I can only assume was there for the same reason that I was kneeling and being anointed with oil… the blessing of the Lord.
What would make the Pastor touch my hands of all the things to touch? I had never had anyone to do that but then again, I don’t allow many to lay hands upon me, because spirits and the spiritual world are nothing to play around with.
I was snatched out of the zone and at first I felt I had been shafted! I was saying to him within myself, “You didn’t put the oil in the right place, you didn’t touch my forehead!” But, who was I to tell the one doing the anointing on where to put the oil? I was the one there kneeling, in the need of prayer and the anointing.
Then I thought… This spiritual world truly is something amazing because I hadn’t told the Pastor that God had laid it upon my heart to be a writer/author, to his glory; and for this man, this servant of God to do something that he hadn’t done before to me, because he has anointed me before… but upon my forehead. And then the next people after me, to anoint their forehead as most Pastors do; I knew that my anointing had been ordered and instructed by God. I had my own (Genesis 48:5) When Jacob blessed Joseph’s two sons Ephraim and Manasseh, the younger over the elder, but Joseph switched his Father’s hands and attempted to correct him, but Jacob knew what he was doing; and switched them right back. But then I didn’t want to be jilted like Esau and Jacob and have someone get my birthright (Genesis 25:31).
How blessed I am to have God show up in a direct manner concerning my anointing, my blessing, and in my life in such a manner… How can I doubt that I have been called, just because I have had to wait a few years? If I needed a sign, a clearer one couldn’t have been sent. God knew the exact area that I would need to be strengthened. I have written since my youth but my writing took on a new life – with power and without growing weary. To do the work of the Lord, we must have the anointing or else we would wear ourselves out in our own power.
God brought this day back to my remembrance when I thought about how David had been anointed years before he would ever become King of Israel. I ruminated had he gone through the same anxieties that I have, had experienced – will it ever come to pass?
When I got up from the cushioned altar, I was rubbing my hands in expectancy of what was next to come; and it was back to tending the Father’s sheep… or rather working my accounts, but still working them to the glory of God and it has blessed my soul to grow and mature spiritually – they are his sheep.
If God hasn’t brought “it” to pass, then I am still being trained and prepared for the promotion that God has for me. Until then, a tending I go…
I just wanted to let God know that I remember… I am glad I remember and I have found strength in the remembrance. Thank You Father. Amen.