I'm asking for that gift..that gift of Prophecy.

I was with some of my friends the other night. We went out to the coffee shop, and just talked. Being able to open up and just pour my heart out to them was so needed. God has really blessed me with such amazing people. Why am I talking about my friends when I am writing about prophecy?

One of my close, dear friends told us that she had visions, small yet such big prophecies that she has seen and God had given her. Wow. Simply amazing. No words can describe this.

I want this. I long for this. My heart is crying out for this.

Having the gift of prophecy is so incredibly powerful, and I am truly beliving that I will be blessed with this. I sat down the other night and cried out to God.

God! I'm crying out. I want this gift. I believe that you my wonderous, powerful God will hear this cry and give this to me. I'm ready. I'm ready for you to work in me. I'm ready to take these steps. God, I'm begging. I'm on my knees. I have surrendered. Take ahold of me and give me these gifts. I stand here. Ready to just fully grasp you and take ahold of you. I'm ready. No more holding back. No more maybe's. No more wanting, but doing. I'm ready! I pray and cry and ask you, my Lord, bless me with the gift of prophecy.

The tears flowed down my cheeks, and a sudden spark of love stirred in my heart. Honestly. Just sitting there knowing that the God of the universe was listening to me as I was crying out caught me off guard. How can someone see me clothed in so much dirt, shame, guilt, and filth love me so unconditionally? My God. My Lord. My Savior. My Hero. My Daddy. Words will never ever be able to express how much I love him.

So, I stand here God. I stand here Daddy. I ask you. Will you please, give me the gift of prophecy? Will you please take ahold of me and use me to do things I never ever would have thought possible? Because I'm ready. I'm so, so ready.

Use me. Use me for your glory.

I love you.