There are two versions of who you are, one you were born from and the other you were born to. One is has been worn, abused and mistreated by life and is reflective of the hurts, pains and shame. This version is temporary and mistakenly known, as your character and has been established as your reputation.
The other is based on who you are in Christ and who you were established to be from the beginning. This version is powerfully anointed, having a humble and a gentle spirit. This is the ‘real you’ and the way you are seen in the spiritual realms. This version is eternal and shapes environments for the Kingdom of God.
One version is generated and the other version is genuine. Like the wheat and the tare, I have allowed both to grow in the same womb, independently. Now, the womb of purpose has become too small for both, the generated you and the genuine you. It is time to make a choice on the version you will be. Soon, one version will choke out the other, because each has grown to it limits in the womb.
The choice of who prevails is yours, but know to embrace one will eliminate the other. MY intentions in you have never wavered and what I establish never fails. What I established in your heart is deliberate and in MY divine timings and specific purposes. Like Ester, for such a time as this. Like Joseph, what was meant for evil has been made good. Like Gideon, you are mighty warrior and like David, you are a man after MY very own heart.
Matthew 13:24-30
Here is another story Jesus told: “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as the workers slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat, then slipped away. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. “The farmer’s workers went to him and said, ‘Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds! Where did they come from? An enemy has done this!’ the farmer exclaimed. “‘Should we pull out the weeds?’ they asked. “‘No,’ he replied, ‘you’ll uproot the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds, tie them into bundles, and burn them, and to put the wheat in the barn.’”
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