Post by PG4Him on Jul 1, 2018 10:29:12 GMT -5
I'm sharing this testimony to encourage those who may be interested. You may choose to believe me or not. All I can do is report the facts.
Hubby and I married in 2005. Like most couples, we prayed for our marriage to be consecrated unto God. We prayed that our home would be a place of worship and ministry. We studied the Bible together at home. We occupied ourselves with discussion of God's laws. We prayed together in our bedroom, night after night, when no one else was around. We didn't know what to expect, but we were earnest in our desire to glorify God. Many months passed like this when not much seemed to happen.
After a while, God began to press on us that He was calling us to move far away from our family. Hubby wanted to stay in God's will, but he'd never lived out of state, and it scared him. This was our first real test. If we heard God wrong on this, it could be devastating. So we waited and dawdled and prayed for clarity. The more time that passed, the worst our living situation seemed to be. God was systematically closing every door around us.
Then came the point when God forced our hand. Hubby found out he was getting laid off. We convened in our bedroom one Sunday night for prayer. God spoke to us very plainly with one short message: "You'll have the job I want you to have in a week." Hubby didn't believe it. There was nothing 'spiritual' about getting a job. What kind of prophesy was this? So we prayed some more. God spoke again: "Just to show you serious this is, you will get a job in exactly seven days." Now hubby was sure we'd heard wrong. A job offer on a Sunday night? The whole thing was ridiculous.
The next Sunday night -- seven days down to the hour -- hubby was informed of an offer for a good-paying job. It was the perfect job for his career. But it was in New Jersey. Because of the uncanny nature of the prophesy, we knew for a fact that God was sending us to New Jersey. It gave us the motivation to move away. Hubby worked for that company for five years. The two of us learned how to survive with no support system in a faraway city. We moved twice more, starting over from scratch each time, utterly dependent on God to lead us. The fruit that grew from this prophesy was truly blessed.
In 2011, while we prayed alone in our bedroom, God spoke again. "You're about to go live at the beach." A few weeks later, hubby was hired by a company in Virginia Beach. As our faith grew that God was leading us, these words became more frequent. He lined up situations we couldn't have planned. He sent us on missions we didn't expect. He told us to do things that made no sense, yet when we obeyed it always worked out.
In the spring of 2016, I was part of a ladies Bible study group. We were not affiliated with any church. Just an independent group of friends. One of the women was working in property management, but she had her realtor license on the side. One night at a meeting, I walked up to her to say hello, and I suddenly heard myself say, "We're buying a house, and I want you to be our agent." We had no plan to buy a house. It stunned me when I heard the words. But it stunned her even more -- unbeknownst to me, she had just quit her job to do real estate full-time, and she was talking to someone else about how scared she was to take the risk. I had interrupted that very conversation to say "hello" when the words blurted out of my mouth. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
Long story short, God led us to a house, told us to buy it, abundantly blessed us to provide for it, and is presently working in the lives of our neighbors (that's a whole different story for a different day). Our friend the realtor is enjoying a successful new career.
But then we discovered that all of these things were mere training. God was preparing us for some real work that lie ahead.
There's a woman we know. Let's say her name is Jill. Hubby went to junior high with her 25 years ago. He vaguely remembered her, but he hadn't seen her since. Jill was a single woman with a good job and lots of friends. From the outside, she seemed to have a great life. But she wasn't satisfied. She felt like something was wrong. Night after night she prayed for God to help her see what was wrong. It got to the point that was she hopeless and depressed. She cried out for help. God spoke to her: "You're supposed to be a missionary doctor."
She was nowhere near being a doctor. She wasn't a nurse or a technician or anything of the sort. She was 37, out of college for more than a decade, and hated math/science. But she was so unhappy, so desperate for a change, that she had nothing to lose. She enrolled in a pre-med program.
Her family told her she was crazy. Many people tried to talk her out of it. People were actually praying for her to stay home. But she was convinced she'd heard from God. To prove her devotion, she quit her job, sold her house to have the funds, and became a full-time student.
Hubby had no idea this was happening. He hadn't spoken to her in 25 years. But suddenly, the memory of this girl from junior high started haunting him. He thought about her day after day. It eventually got so strong that he mentioned it to me. So we prayed about it. God told us to contact her. Hubby was scared out of his wits that she would think he's crazy. He didn't even know if she was a Christian. But he obeyed. He found her on the internet. Acting in faith, he sent her a short message. "We went to school together, and God told me to contact you."
She remembered him. She'd been praying for help. Sensing God's hand at work, she leapt at a chance to get to know us. After chatting on the phone several times, we felt led to drive down and visit her. The meeting was truly anointed. We had amazing fellowship. Her family -- the ones who didn't want her in school -- became unhinged. They warned her to stay away from us. A spiritual fight ensued. They counseled her and quoted Scripture to her and smeared us as cult members trying to deceive her. But in the end, God kept us together.
Hubby is a software engineer who minored in math. I'm a writer who tutors people on advanced literacy. As we grew closer to Jill, we prayed with her, interceded for her, spoke what God would say to her, and did our best to help her get through school. God guided her classes on when to take a class, what professor to choose, how much to study, etc. Her first semester of school, she was a nervous wreck who could barely make it through a math problem. The statistics all said it was impossible for someone her age and intellect to make it through pre-med. Through the eyes of human thinking, she was utterly wasting her time.
She just finished pre-med with a 3.8 GPA. By the end of her last semester, she was coasting through her finals, not even needing to study. She became a tutor to others. She came a paramedic. She became a study-group leader in every one of her classes. Her professors and advisors started asking her for prayer.
Within three years, Jill went from a hopeless nervous wreck to an interview at Wake Forest Medical School. It was a miracle to behold. She lost interest in Wake Forest because her heart was set on a Christian university. That place accepted her speedily. She's going there in August for her gap-year program.
I've seen God use prophetic words to change a person's life, time after time after time. Here's what I've learned about how to judge the prophetic. Of course it's obvious to judge if the word really happens. But that's step one. The true test comes after the word happens, and you watch the fruit that grows from it. Did someone accurately predict a disaster -- or a meaningless good event -- that turns out to be a blip on the radar? Or did their prophesy set in motion a miraculous, adventurous, amazingly anointed new chapter of your life?
Anyone can analyze a situation, take an educated guess on what will happen, and pretend like their analysis came from prophesy. These are the people who prophesy in the name of Jesus deceptively. Watch to see if that 'educated guess' has truly told you something unpredictable.
Please let me add a disclaimer here. I don't call myself a prophet. I'm not here to exalt some gift I presume to have. I believe such experiences are open to any Christian who is willing. This is not to congratulate myself, but to encourage others on what God can do in their lives. However, if you believe that such experiences are not for you, that's okay. It won't change your salvation. You don't have to agree with me. I'm simply serving as a faithful witness to report on what I've seen with my own eyes.
Glory to God.
Hubby and I married in 2005. Like most couples, we prayed for our marriage to be consecrated unto God. We prayed that our home would be a place of worship and ministry. We studied the Bible together at home. We occupied ourselves with discussion of God's laws. We prayed together in our bedroom, night after night, when no one else was around. We didn't know what to expect, but we were earnest in our desire to glorify God. Many months passed like this when not much seemed to happen.
After a while, God began to press on us that He was calling us to move far away from our family. Hubby wanted to stay in God's will, but he'd never lived out of state, and it scared him. This was our first real test. If we heard God wrong on this, it could be devastating. So we waited and dawdled and prayed for clarity. The more time that passed, the worst our living situation seemed to be. God was systematically closing every door around us.
Then came the point when God forced our hand. Hubby found out he was getting laid off. We convened in our bedroom one Sunday night for prayer. God spoke to us very plainly with one short message: "You'll have the job I want you to have in a week." Hubby didn't believe it. There was nothing 'spiritual' about getting a job. What kind of prophesy was this? So we prayed some more. God spoke again: "Just to show you serious this is, you will get a job in exactly seven days." Now hubby was sure we'd heard wrong. A job offer on a Sunday night? The whole thing was ridiculous.
The next Sunday night -- seven days down to the hour -- hubby was informed of an offer for a good-paying job. It was the perfect job for his career. But it was in New Jersey. Because of the uncanny nature of the prophesy, we knew for a fact that God was sending us to New Jersey. It gave us the motivation to move away. Hubby worked for that company for five years. The two of us learned how to survive with no support system in a faraway city. We moved twice more, starting over from scratch each time, utterly dependent on God to lead us. The fruit that grew from this prophesy was truly blessed.
In 2011, while we prayed alone in our bedroom, God spoke again. "You're about to go live at the beach." A few weeks later, hubby was hired by a company in Virginia Beach. As our faith grew that God was leading us, these words became more frequent. He lined up situations we couldn't have planned. He sent us on missions we didn't expect. He told us to do things that made no sense, yet when we obeyed it always worked out.
In the spring of 2016, I was part of a ladies Bible study group. We were not affiliated with any church. Just an independent group of friends. One of the women was working in property management, but she had her realtor license on the side. One night at a meeting, I walked up to her to say hello, and I suddenly heard myself say, "We're buying a house, and I want you to be our agent." We had no plan to buy a house. It stunned me when I heard the words. But it stunned her even more -- unbeknownst to me, she had just quit her job to do real estate full-time, and she was talking to someone else about how scared she was to take the risk. I had interrupted that very conversation to say "hello" when the words blurted out of my mouth. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
Long story short, God led us to a house, told us to buy it, abundantly blessed us to provide for it, and is presently working in the lives of our neighbors (that's a whole different story for a different day). Our friend the realtor is enjoying a successful new career.
But then we discovered that all of these things were mere training. God was preparing us for some real work that lie ahead.
There's a woman we know. Let's say her name is Jill. Hubby went to junior high with her 25 years ago. He vaguely remembered her, but he hadn't seen her since. Jill was a single woman with a good job and lots of friends. From the outside, she seemed to have a great life. But she wasn't satisfied. She felt like something was wrong. Night after night she prayed for God to help her see what was wrong. It got to the point that was she hopeless and depressed. She cried out for help. God spoke to her: "You're supposed to be a missionary doctor."
She was nowhere near being a doctor. She wasn't a nurse or a technician or anything of the sort. She was 37, out of college for more than a decade, and hated math/science. But she was so unhappy, so desperate for a change, that she had nothing to lose. She enrolled in a pre-med program.
Her family told her she was crazy. Many people tried to talk her out of it. People were actually praying for her to stay home. But she was convinced she'd heard from God. To prove her devotion, she quit her job, sold her house to have the funds, and became a full-time student.
Hubby had no idea this was happening. He hadn't spoken to her in 25 years. But suddenly, the memory of this girl from junior high started haunting him. He thought about her day after day. It eventually got so strong that he mentioned it to me. So we prayed about it. God told us to contact her. Hubby was scared out of his wits that she would think he's crazy. He didn't even know if she was a Christian. But he obeyed. He found her on the internet. Acting in faith, he sent her a short message. "We went to school together, and God told me to contact you."
She remembered him. She'd been praying for help. Sensing God's hand at work, she leapt at a chance to get to know us. After chatting on the phone several times, we felt led to drive down and visit her. The meeting was truly anointed. We had amazing fellowship. Her family -- the ones who didn't want her in school -- became unhinged. They warned her to stay away from us. A spiritual fight ensued. They counseled her and quoted Scripture to her and smeared us as cult members trying to deceive her. But in the end, God kept us together.
Hubby is a software engineer who minored in math. I'm a writer who tutors people on advanced literacy. As we grew closer to Jill, we prayed with her, interceded for her, spoke what God would say to her, and did our best to help her get through school. God guided her classes on when to take a class, what professor to choose, how much to study, etc. Her first semester of school, she was a nervous wreck who could barely make it through a math problem. The statistics all said it was impossible for someone her age and intellect to make it through pre-med. Through the eyes of human thinking, she was utterly wasting her time.
She just finished pre-med with a 3.8 GPA. By the end of her last semester, she was coasting through her finals, not even needing to study. She became a tutor to others. She came a paramedic. She became a study-group leader in every one of her classes. Her professors and advisors started asking her for prayer.
Within three years, Jill went from a hopeless nervous wreck to an interview at Wake Forest Medical School. It was a miracle to behold. She lost interest in Wake Forest because her heart was set on a Christian university. That place accepted her speedily. She's going there in August for her gap-year program.
I've seen God use prophetic words to change a person's life, time after time after time. Here's what I've learned about how to judge the prophetic. Of course it's obvious to judge if the word really happens. But that's step one. The true test comes after the word happens, and you watch the fruit that grows from it. Did someone accurately predict a disaster -- or a meaningless good event -- that turns out to be a blip on the radar? Or did their prophesy set in motion a miraculous, adventurous, amazingly anointed new chapter of your life?
Anyone can analyze a situation, take an educated guess on what will happen, and pretend like their analysis came from prophesy. These are the people who prophesy in the name of Jesus deceptively. Watch to see if that 'educated guess' has truly told you something unpredictable.
Please let me add a disclaimer here. I don't call myself a prophet. I'm not here to exalt some gift I presume to have. I believe such experiences are open to any Christian who is willing. This is not to congratulate myself, but to encourage others on what God can do in their lives. However, if you believe that such experiences are not for you, that's okay. It won't change your salvation. You don't have to agree with me. I'm simply serving as a faithful witness to report on what I've seen with my own eyes.
Glory to God.
