I often picture myself standing or lying in a field of wild sunflowers while worshiping. Maybe it's just my love of Sunflowers that always seem to be in full bloom around my birthday which is in the middle of August, or maybe my crazy love of Van Gogh (it’s a problem).
One morning during worship I felt like I was taken to a tangible field but I wasn’t alone like I usually am, all around me were people worshiping! People of all ages, every race, every ability. I asked the Father who are these people?
"These are my hidden ones, the ones who worship while sitting in their cars, in their homes. They have been rejected and sometimes abused, the ones that have been hurt when the enemy attacked their voice and their identity... The people in this field are the pure ones. The true worshipers, the ones who worship in Spirit and in Truth. The ones who have allowed themselves to be renewed by Me. The ones who stopped being victims and started walking in victory!"
So lovelies who read this and it tugs at your heart! We are ] the ones that read the words of David and hear an orchestra we are the ones who’ve discovered the truth that we are his and being his is better than anything the World could ever give!
Stay, Cultivate, Water, Plant, soon you will all bloom😻😻