Some years ago, my cousin had a t-shirt custom made for me that said ‘On Assignment’ in rhinestones (yes, I wore it with rhinestones) across the front. If I’m honest, I wondered why she purchased that particular t-shirt for me, I mean, what assignment was I on? Every time I wore the t-shirt, I would get stopped and people wanted to know what the assignment was. I would reply with my ‘churchy’ answer and say, “I’m on assignment with what God has commissioned me to do!”, still having no idea of what that was. Don’t get me wrong, I had bits and pieces of it, but I didn’t know the full extent of my assignment. As the years went by, the Lord began to speak to me more and more and began to make clear to me more aspects of what He called me to do. As I pondered on what I saw in the spirit, a myriad of emotions began to form from excitement, fear, doubt, and the list goes on. Then it started. What you ask? The storm. As the rain fell, winds blew, and floods came to beat up on me, the magnitude...
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