There are so many passages I could write about and for the next few months, I will likely share what Jesus has been teaching me throughout this book. But today I’m living out of the result of years and years of praying and pursuing the reward of this one specific verse.
I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. —Ephesians 1:17 NIV
I could camp for weeks on the first chapter, but this verse in particular is proving true and powerful in my life.
It’s not often in the Word that we receive specific instructions on how or what to pray. The Lord’s Prayer comes to mind as an example. However in Ephesians, the apostle Paul, prays for us and leaves a powerful prayer we can emulate.
I began praying this passage with belief and conviction over myself several years ago. I would quote this verse and ask for the Spirit of wisdom and revelation to dwell in me that I would know Him better. My friends, this prayer is a petition seeking the Spirit, a spirit of wisdom and revelation, the Holy Spirit. I began to perceive that this was a specific anointing of the Holy Spirit that came with prayer and petition.
In the last several weeks as we approach Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (Jewish New Year), I’m finally sensing the Spirit of God revealing His plans because I have travailed in prayer for months seeking revelation.
In order to understand the specifics of what I’m sensing now from Holy Spirit, I need to share a bit of background. For the past 18 months I have walked through some of the most intense spiritual warfare I have ever faced. My son and family moved in with us. Caring for an infant was a joy as a grandmother but often I was her full-time caregiver. It is grueling. Also, for the last half of 2014 I was ill every three to four weeks. A nasty cold, fever, the flu so bad I had to visit the doctor to help me gain control of the vomiting. I endured laryngitis, Planter’s Fasciitis, sinus infection and yada, yada, yada… Sheesh. I don’t want to remember all the illness. For six months, and my granddaughter was just as ill. Likely she brought it home from daycare. But after six months. Boom, it was over. For the both of us.
Additionally in this season, I walked through a major challenge in almost all of my very close relationships, family and friends, with the exception of my husband. These close relationships upheavals were not of my doing and every person who was involved has sense come to me with apology and reconciliation. I was so glad to receive, forgive and restore. God was beautiful in the midst of these challenges and the relationships are even better than before.
I was persecuted by other believers for reasons that didn’t make sense and my latest book proposal wasn’t picked up. (It needs some revisions and I will try again). It was the weirdest time of my life. A very difficult time of my life. It felt as though the oppression was relentless and daunting.
In warfare such as this, we must cling to that one “moment.” The moment of our personal encounter with God. An encounter that was so life-altering and real that it’s impossible to deny. My encounter was on October 12, 2012. I will write more about that later. But white knuckled clinging was my lifeline.
The warfare affected all of my relationships, my health, my career, my finances and faith. I don’t want to dwell on the attacks because the devil is a loser but this season was filled with confusion and pain. I even went through a season of great sadness which is NOT like me at all. I’m one of the happiest people I know. *grin*
It’s in a season like this that we can fall into confusion and doubt. But with my white knuckles clinging to hope in one hand and the Lord’s Word and promises in the other, I prayed this prayer with faith.
In my next post I will share with you the results of clinging to God in the confusion and pain. My friends, stay tuned because it’s worth the wait.