I felt a little gutted when I realised I had accidentally cancelled the recording of the word spoken over me after Freedom Day on Saturday. I wanted to savour every syllable, every cadence of the Father’s affirmation. Although the recording is gone, the essence of His voice has stayed with me, and I am grateful for the notes I managed to capture. They feel like fragments of gold gathered from a riverbed — small, yet glimmering with truth. Something in me longed to hold that moment, to replay it and let the truth of it wash over me again. Yet even without the recording, the I'm grateful for those fragments that seem to carry the weight of Heaven.

Those words rest in me like a steady heartbeat. There is a holy invitation woven through them, a gentle pulling away from the familiar and into the expansive unknown God has prepared. It feels as though He is beckoning me beyond the places where I have shrunk back, beyond the borders I once believed were fixed. There is movement in His whisper, a summons into deeper waters, and I feel it stirring courage where familiar fears once lived.

Those words felt like a gentle hand beneath my chin, lifting my gaze. I have sensed His pull for years, subtle and steady, almost like a tide changing beneath my feet. Hearing it spoken aloud was like receiving confirmation of something He has already been whispering into the quiet corners of my heart.

These words feel like sunlight breaking through cloud. They remind me that God sees dimensions of me I have not yet encountered. He remembers the treasures He hid in me long before I ever knew to look for them. They have been waiting for their appointed time, like seeds resting beneath winter soil. I sense His delight in the unveiling, His joy in the becoming. They stirred something deep within me. It felt like an invitation into discovery, a reminder that the journey is far from finished. Hidden wells remain untapped. Creativity, compassion, leadership, wisdom — layers of them waiting to unfold in His presence. It felt aligned with everything the Lord has been shaping in this season, where faith becomes the wellspring for service, courage, kindness, integrity, and healing.

It feels like both instruction and embrace. It is not a command born of pressure but an invitation shaped by love. Explore with Him, not for Him. Discover with Him, not alone. The presence of Holy Spirit is the lantern in the quiet corridors of my own heart, illuminating gifts that were never meant to be dormant. These gifts do not grow in striving. They grow in communion.

This settles into my spirit with both weight and gentleness. Confidence has often felt like something to earn, yet here the Lord seems to speak of it as something to receive. When He sends me to stand before someone, He has already anointed the moment. My voice, shaped by tenderness, truth, and the journey He has walked me through, carries an authority that is not my own. It comes from the One who heals hearts, binds wounds and speaks life into ruins.

This line has kept echoing in my spirit. It felt less like instruction and more like commissioning. God was not directing me toward stages or crowds but simply toward the heart right in front of me. Ministry is not about the many. It begins with the one — the one who is hurting, the one who is searching, the one He places in my path. He was reminding me that His anointing flows just as powerfully in the quiet, unseen moments as it does anywhere else.

These final words feel like warm oil flowing over the bruised places of my identity. Not anointed for performance, but anointed for presence. Anointed to carry His compassion, His creativity, His healing, His wisdom. Anointed to stand where He places me, to speak what He breathes, to love in alignment with His heart. I feel the assurance settle like dew over the hidden corners of my soul.

They settled over me like a mantle. Not heavy, not overwhelming, simply true. They felt like a gentle affirmation from the Father, speaking identity into places where I have often doubted myself.

The God who saw my unformed frame is still revealing the chapters He wrote for me. None of this is accidental. None of this is lost. Though the recording slipped away, the word remains, etched into my spirit by the One who speaks with everlasting kindness.

The prayer minister’s excitement only magnified this sense of holy anticipation. She wrapped up with a bright, almost breathless exclamation: “I almost wish I was in your shoes!” as though she could see something unfolding that I have only begun to glimpse.

Her joy felt like confirmation that Heaven is smiling over this season, that the Lord Himself is delighted to draw me out, to deepen His gifts in me, and to anoint the work of my hands.

Although the recording was lost, the heart of the message lives on. Nothing spoken in His presence is ever truly lost. Today I rest in that truth, grateful for what He is awakening within me.

These Scriptures rose gently in my spirit as I pondered the word spoken over me. They seem to stitch themselves seamlessly into the message I received — a divine reminder that what God deposits cannot be stolen, silenced, or erased. Every hidden gift is held in His safekeeping until the appointed moment of unveiling.

💖Heart Reflection

I find myself reflecting on how often I have sensed God drawing me beyond the familiar, beyond what I have believed myself capable of. This word felt like a tender awakening to the truth that discovery is part of discipleship, that growth is part of obedience, and that courage is what makes room for anointing. It reminds me that confidence is not rooted in my adequacy but in His faithfulness.

💡Reflection Prompts

• Where have I sensed God drawing me out of hiding in this season? 🤔

• What gifts might be lying quietly within me, waiting for invitation and exploration? 🤔

• How do I feel when I hear the words “You are anointed,” and what tender places do they touch? 🤔

• What would it look like to speak with confidence to the one before me, trusting Holy Spirit to guide? 🤔

• Who is the “one before me” that God may be inviting me to speak to with confidence and grace? 🤔

• How do I feel when I hear the word *anointed* spoken over me, and what rises in my heart as I sit with it? 🤔

• What fears soften when I remember that anointing is God’s work, not mine? 🤔

🎺Affirmation

I am being gently drawn out by the Lord who delights in me. There are gifts within me waiting to bloom, treasures hidden for their appointed time. Every gift within me is timed, purposed, and protected by His hand. I walk in His anointing, not in my own strength, and I speak with confidence because He goes before me. I walk forward with confidence, not because I am enough in myself, but because His anointing rests upon me with intention and love.

🙌 Prayer

Father, thank You for the word spoken over me, even in the parts I can no longer recall. Thank You that Your voice is never lost to me, that Your truth lingers long after the moment has passed. Draw me out into the places You have prepared. Reveal the gifts You planted within me and teach me to explore them with You. Father, thank You for the tender ways You confirm what You are awakening within me. Teach me to recognise the gifts that are yet unseen, and draw me into deeper places of discovery with You. Strengthen my voice to speak with confidence to the ones You set before me, knowing I am anointed for Your purposes, anchored in love and guided by Holy Spirit. Hold my heart steady as I walk into the new things You are calling me toward. Let Your anointing settle upon me with peace and clarity, and let my life echo the truth of Your calling.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.