Today the WalMart parking lot in the hood was THUMPING. My need for groceries was desperate, but I couldn't deal with the madness. I started to go around a car in front of me that was not moving.
"You are impatient," I heard a voice say.
Why didn't I catch an attitude? Why didn't I say, 'who the f*ck you talking to?'
I don't know. I smiled, leaned out my window and asked, "Why would you say that?"
Today a man walked up to my car, leaned in my window and began to talk. I let him.
This stranger, with a West Indian accent and steel gray eyes --holding lawn shears, at that -- reminded me that I am a queen. He reminded me there is righteousness and royalty inside of me.
He began to tell me why my past relationships failed: "You kept yourself safe. You wanted them but you let them go because knew you hadn't yet met a king."
He prophesied to me. I allowed him to talk because he was right. Because I had been crying, and grieving, and looking back and doubting myself.
And so the Lord sent the Holy Spirit to remind me. I know it was HIM because the peace I felt afterward was soo strong. He said in His word that He would send us a comforter. I felt that today. It was brief. But I felt it. I heard HIM. And I thank Him for stopping by my address and knocking on my door today.