Ego sits poised at the keys, ready to peck out revelation and inspiration, but not for the benefit of others...for the petting of itself.
“If I can write the words that affect change and bring quality and validation to a person or a moment, I’ll be accepted and appreciated,” Ego smugly utters to itself.
Rattling through its thoughts and memories, it seeks to find the key that will unlock the cascade of accolades and atta-boys as it disguises its selfish, personal gain, in false humility and philanthropy.
Hours pass. The sun rises and sets...quite a few times. Ego must admit defeat. Ego must step down. Ego must sit passenger...as insecurity takes the wheel.
“If I can’t write the words that affect change and bring quality and validation to a person or a moment, I’ll be rejected and undervalued,” Insecurity groans under its breath.
It stumbles over itself and types sentence after sentence, certain that it could never be of any help to anyone for any reason, vaguely proving its own worrisome prediction by attacking the delete button again and again and again. The words can’t be good enough. Not possibly.
Anxiety is building as Insecurity slides into the backseat. Ego glances over from the passenger side of the vehicle. Insecurity hangs its head in its hands.
Suddenly, the driver’s door opens, and a face that should be far more familiar than it is sits confidently in the seat, firmly gripping the wheel. Its hands are strong. Its gaze keen and calm. It grins ear-to-ear and glances around the vehicle. Insecurity smiles, but tries to hide it. It is relieved to be in such competent hands. Ego smirks wryly and nods its head in accord. It is comfortable sharing the spotlight with such an effective leader.
Anointing cranks the vehicle as the passengers buckle up for what can only be described as a joy ride.
Your words cannot do the job. Whether you are confident they can or whether you feel they are vastly inconsequential, the anointing is what does the work. I assume you’re here for people. That’s the goal; is it not? We are here for people. We are here to love them, to reach them, to teach them, to help them, to rescue them, to hold them, to value them, to give to them, to support them, to be Him for them. But it is not us that does it.
The anointing must be on your journey with you. Your talent and prowess and skill cannot save the lost.
The anointing must guide you through your moments. Your failures and faults could never erase your name from the list of those the anointing wishes to accompany.
The anointing, however, does not come uninvited. Your invitation is sent through prayer. Make the ego submit, through prayer. Encourage insecurity, through prayer. Invite the anointing, through prayer.
The ball of clay you over-analyze each morning in the mirror is so beautiful and wonderful and helpful and valuable, but it cannot fulfill its purpose without the anointing.
Join me in prayer. You can come back here again and again if you wish. You can read these words aloud as a prayer, or simply use them as a guideline for your own words. Regardless, when you do pray, speak from the heart, and speak to the Master.
...Jesus, I love you. And I love your people. I love your people so much. I don’t want to see any of them lost. I don’t want to see any of them sick. I don’t want to see any of them hurting. I want to be used in mighty ways to bring your power and healing and deliverance from the Spirit realm into their lives. I want to be an instrument of redemption and edification. I want to be responsible for souls joining you for eternity. I want to do my part to grow your kingdom.
And for that I need your anointing. I know I cannot hope to perform your will on my own. I cannot ferry souls to Heaven by my own efforts. I must be anointed. I must carry your name, your blood, and your anointing on my life. Anoint me in this moment, not for my own gain or for any attention but for your glory. Anoint me with faith and boldness. Anoint me with the gifts of the Spirit. Anoint me to be more sensitive to your voice as it leads me across moments in the future.
Let our hands come together, Lord, in a union that yields souls added to the kingdom. My hands and feet and mouth are yours. Anoint them to do your will. Let thy will be done and thy kingdom come, on Earth as it is in Heaven.