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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Born & Raised - #1

Like Esther, I was born for such a time as this...

Or, more specifically - I was raised for such a time as this.  I am a child of God and He is my Father.  He has raised me, guided me, protected me, sheltered me, nurtured me and shaped me - all during a time when I did not know he knew me - and I did not know Him.

He named me "Delaileona."  But I could not step into the revelation of that name because I did not understand the full significance of it... until just recently.  But I must have been named Delaileona by the heart of God since the beginning of my days...

Two worlds were pursuing me since the beginning, but it seems I could not see the light... the kingdom of darkness was too bright, but Light was there, always vying for my heart.

Recently, my Father showed me a copy of my original baptismal certificate from the Methodist church.  It was really a baby dedication from my infancy, but the wording has clearly dedicated me to the service and teaching of the Lord and His Word.

His hand was upon me from the start, but darkness tried to pull it apart.

I think I must have been 8 or so, maybe younger, when a neighbor lady asked me, "Are you a Christian?"

I told her "I was baptized Methodist."  She was unhappy with my response, twisting up her face at me, and I was perturbed.  How dare she question my baptism?  I knew for a fact I was baptized as a Methodist!"

Clearly I had no understanding of what she was asking.

Recently, I was asked by a Lutheran Pastor if I was baptized.  I told him of seeing my baptismal certificate not long ago, and it's wording binding me into the work of God.  

And I told him of my baptism once receiving my Salvation and being baptized unto Jesus' death and brought up as a representation of the newness of the life of Christ within me.  

And, I told him about the very significant and spiritual experience of my 3rd baptism that I only did to support my son, but that ended up being a powerful and overwhelming confirmation of the anointing of God confirming my entrance into my ministry calling.

The pastor twisted His face much like that old neighbor lady and commenced to scrutinize, analyze and re-teach me on his doctrine regarding my baptism.

How dare he question my baptism! Some things never change!

... or do they?  They most certainly do!

4Love & Life -
~Pastor D


This blog has been evolved several times since its inception.

  • It started as a platform for a writer's musings
  • Then it became a witness of my spiritual journey toward supernatural maturity
  • And, as I began to mature it then has been a journal for my "prophetic notions"
  • It has been scattered about with a few teachings and open letters on various subjects
  • And now...
This past weekend was the 3rd Anniversary of The House of His Glory and it has been an extraordinary process of being the "Senior" Pastor of this unique ministry.

In the past several months, Father has been exposing my to a new facet of the calling and mandate over my life.  It's not new in the sense of not knowing this was the Father's will for me, but instead there has been a whole new aspect of this mandate that I've been experiencing.

And, because of it, I feel led to chronicle the spiritual path my life has always followed even and before I ever knew about following Jesus.

I am a follower of Jesus, but I did not choose Him, He chose me from before I was...

This is a stationary post.

Destiny's Journey

Some journeys are well traveled roads. Common, familiar and easy. We cruise along the path oblivious to the process as we habitually turn each corner, climb each hill and break each slope. Only to arrive, blink and wonder how we managed without incident or memory of the trip.

This journey - my journey - is not like that. This journey is one of reluctance, hesitance, unsurity, insecurity and yes, a moderate amount of fear.

As I open the window for you to view my progress, you will undoubtedly come to your own conclusion based upon the progress of your own journey - and your observations will be varied.

Some might say that I am making slow but steady progress toward a clear destination. Others may say that I am floundering and wandering aimlessly down a muddy road with too many directions to choose from.

I say my journey has just begun, although it started more than 10 years ago. I say I still have such a long, long way to go, although I am teetering on the precipice of completion. I say the journey has made me weary, leery and weak, although I trudge on with a strength and endurance that is beyond me. I say the path is muddy, with many obstacles, directions and difficulties still yet to come. However, my destination is clear - crazy, unimaginable, overwhelming and clear.

When this path first appeared it was like a hazy, dirt road on a foggy day. I peered at it without knowing what it was or where it was going - then tried to ignore it as inconsequential. When the path persisted I joked as to where it might lead, then still tried to dismiss it as a path not meant for me.

It was years before the view of the path cleared and I was able to see the destination more clearly. It was absurd to think that the reality of where this path could end up would be in a place far more outlandish than even my most absurd imaginings! OK, maybe - just maybe this path ended up in a very good place - but a place still not meant for me. Definitely not me.

Why not me? Who else but me, since I was the only one to see? Please, Dear God, not me! Yes, me. This path was meant for me.

And so I watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Four - no five, has it already been five? Five years ago I accepted it. I stuck out a big toe like testing the cold water of a pool - then yanked my foot back like I so often would. I wrote about it, dreamed about it, and tried it on for size in the privacy of my dressing room of life. And by the way, I still watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Three - sorry, I forgot - Four years ago I made up my mind. I packed my bags, said good bye to the sanity and sanctuary of friends and family who always had thought they understood me, and I took my first hesitant and frightened step.

In these last four years I have walked, sometimes trotted, but never quite run toward a goal I think is crazy. I have stopped, I have even sat down and I have wistfully looked back to a time when I did not know and could not see what was meant for me.

But I will not stop. I packed my bags (all my baggage), and made up my mind. Armed with nothing but 2 scriptures and a great deal of hope, I continue to trudge on driven by the surity that if - just if - I happen to arrive at this awesome, fearsome destination, it will be extraordinary, phenomenal and inconceivably wonderful. This destination...

A destination, a journey to a place that is called destiny. My destiny. Destiny's purpose in life. My God given purpose.

Sometimes while we travel, we see another driver, glance in that direction and never take note or give them another thought. Perhaps that is how you will see me.

Sometimes we see another traveler and something catches our eye. We may watch a moment, muse a moment or even briefly wonder... Then they continue on their own separate way and thoughts of them fade as quickly as they do. Perhaps that will be how you see me.

Other times we get caught in traffic, bunched up with drivers because of fate. And whether we cruise along peacefully or struggle with road rage, we share a community of progress, each with our own destination. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

And on rare occasion on our own individual roads of life, we travel a path where we encounter another driver - seemingly traveling to the same basic place. At times they follow us and then we follow them. We may take note of who they are and what they drive - possibly even read a licence plate. We'll share a moment or even a long while - silently and separately together, with maybe a glance, a smile or a brief a wave of acknowledgement. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

I cannot say how long this path will be for me, so whether you glance and move on - never to take notice; or whether you wonder a moment at who I am and where I'm going; or whether you follow a while, smile and wave or better yet, if you decide to stay for the journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.

Please click on the "Stuff From Before" link to Destiny's Journey to make your comments.