What Is That To You? Follow Me!

I was sitting in the Kansas City IHOP a couple of weeks ago and was finishing up my reading in the book of John and these words jumped off the pages. It was one of those moments when you just get stopped in your tracks and it’s all you can think about.

“What Is That To You? Follow Me!”

In the scripture, Peter was worried about what Jesus was going to do about the other disciple. Jesus pretty much told him to mind his own business and follow Him. How often are we so focused on what the “other” person is doing that we lose focus on what God wants to do or we lose sight of who we are because we are trying to be like someone or something else. Why is it we always want what someone else has? Or why do we think if we do what they do, we are going to have the same outcome?

There’s a quote that says, “Imitation is the best form of flattery.” I agree with that but the person on the other end is the one receiving the benefits of that flattery. The person wanting or trying to be like someone else can lose sight of the personal call that God has for THEIR  own life because they are so busy trying to reap the benefit of others instead of reaping the benefits that God says He pours out daily for each of us. Psalms 68:19

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting a great outcome of our plans and seeking what others have been done to be successful but did God call us to be a copycat of someone or something else or did he call us to be unique? He says in Psalms 139  We are fearfully and wonderfully made. It’s beneficial sometimes to use the ideas of others but when we start identifying with them rather than God, we miss something that God wanted us to do in us.

I used to always say, “When I grow up, I wanna be just like…………” You fill in the blank. The sad thing was I never could be just like so and so and would be so disappointed and feel like a failure when I didn’t even resemble that person. But what I didn’t realize is God wanted so much more for me and I was willing to settle for so much less.  When I die, the only thing I want people to say about me is, “That woman loved God so much and she was following hard after Him!…oh wait,,,,, ok and that,” She was crazy about Hallmark Christmas Movies! That could be my tagline. But seriously it can be a great compliment to be compared to someone who has done great things but shouldn’t we rather want to hear, “She looks more and more like her Father every day.”?

I always dreamed of being a great speaker that could effect change in people’s lives but now I have to ask myself can I be ok with only affecting the 5 possible readers of this blog? What if God wants me to take care of those 5 people? What is one of those 5 goes on to be a great speaker that actually effects change in people’s lives? What if we are so busy looking ahead that we miss what’s going on right in front of us? What if having our dreams realized means realizing the dreams of others first or heaven forbid our dreams are going to be accomplished by the dreams we plant in others? What if what we think is a little thing is actually a huge thing to God or vice versa?

I have this vision of God pulling this little girl by the hand as she keeps looking back and says, “But what about………… and what if…..but Daddy Ann is doing……God the Father is saying as He pulls her along.“What is that to you? Follow me?” And when she finally catches up and looks at what’s in front of her she says with this huge gigantic smile. “Ann who?”

 

The Dream

The very first morning of my fast, I had a dream. This dream was so intense for me that I woke up with a stiff neck and migraine. This happens quite often when I have those dreams that really stand out and I know it’s from the Lord, not the pain lol the dream.

The Dream: There was a battle going on between Christians and the world. I was looking at this mansion-like white house where people were being brought who had been injured in the world. Everything was white! The Christians were in white clothing and there was an injured person on a white stretcher in the middle of the floor and the injured person had a white sheet over them. The people in white were gathered around and helping this person. I knew that this place was set up to help the wounded.

I don’t remember going into the house but I found myself on a different level of that house. I was observing everything going on around me and all I could think of is why weren’t these people protecting themselves. It was like they were so busy taking in the wounded that they couldn’t see the open doors and windows they had left open. I was really disturbed by it. The house was completely open. As I was standing there a person in dark (I think it was brown with plaid) street clothes walked in and I knew immediately he was evil but he was just standing there and I was standing there staring at him and thinking: this is what I mean: this place is not protected and then I woke up.

I had forgotten the dream because the migraine had my full attention and like I said in the previous blog, I fell asleep and slept half my day away. It wasn’t until Greg and I were talking about life that I remembered this dream. And now it just sticks with me. Kind of like my dogs: stuck to me like glue. The only puzzling aspects of this dream was the brown and plaid. I usually see evil in my dreams as dark and wearing black.  So this was different. He reminded me of a mafia man.

I have no idea why the man was there but he had no weapon that I could see. The house I’m not sure of where this house is located but I think the dream speaks for itself. And that is where I have focused the praying part of this fasting and praying!!

Anyway that was my dream.

Day two of my fast. It seems that the Lord is inputting things into me in the wee hours of the morning. I read and pray all day but it’s not til like 1am that He gives me these amazing nuggets to think about. I’m reading a book called Adamant and it’s been hard to get into and several times I have just wanted to put it down and forget it but God kept prompting me to finish what I started. That’s a whole other story. I finally got to chapter five and the nuggets have been very thought-provoking. Let me leave you with one from the book:

Discernment begins with first tending the soil of our hearts. When we speak, we need to ask ourselves some hard questions, “Am I speaking out of a place of love, or do I want to be seen and heard?” Lisa Bevere