At some point during my 4 year journey of seeking God and coming to find that His name was Jesus, I went to church.

 

Well, sort of.

 

My best friend at the time, who was Christian, told me she’d received a prophetic word - a word from God - at church.

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God had been revealing himself to me in different ways, and I had been seeking Him in every way I knew how; so when I heard that you could just walk into this church and get a word directly from God.. I was like, yo.. Sign me up.

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I went to the next prophetic event, and when it got to my turn, I was directed towards an elderly couple standing in the centre of the room.

 

They knew nothing about me apart from my name.

 

They had no idea I wasn’t a Christian.

 

They began to pray.

 

When the man opened his mouth, the Holy Spirit spoke. I will never forget what he said: 

 

“I am going to give you a heart for those who want to know the truth about how I really am, based on how I show up in your life, rather than how religion has taught throughout the ages.” 

 

Tears started falling, as often happens when I hear God speak. 

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I felt so seen. 

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I knew this was Him. 

 

It was at least another year or two of seeking and finding until I came to the full revelation of who God is, accepted Him and was born again, alone in my room, just me and a bible. 

 

It's been a wild ride since then; often painful, often excruciatingly lonely; but through it all, Jesus has been with me; revealing Himself to me in ways that only He can, bringing me into the unshakeable intimacy that comes only through knowing Him.

 

I have found that more than anything, He wants to know me. He died, so that He could be with me. It is my reasonable service - the only reasonable response - to lay my life down as an offering, to allow Him to search me and know me, that He would get to receive everything that He paid for. 

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Sometimes I write, sometimes I speak, sometimes I sing, sometimes I design clothes.

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In everything that I do and share, my heart is to express myself - that all I am may be visible, seen and known unafraid. That I may shine as a light that was never meant to be hidden, living in the freedom for which Christ has paid the ultimate price to set me free. 

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My hope is that my freedom, my courage, and my vulnerability would be contagious - that as you read or listen, you would be set free to truly let yourself be known by the one who - above all else - longs to know you, just as you are. 

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Let it be so, Lord. 

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