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We completed Day 6 of The Powerhouse Jumpstart. You can find Days 1-5 Here: https://shechayah.substack.com/s/7-day-powerhouse-jumpstart
Below You Will Find:
Video Recording
Day Six Prophetic Poem, Devotional, and Coaching Prompt
You can join live for the final day tomorrow morning at 11:30 AM Eastern (New York Time Zone)
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Day 6 Recording:
- Day Six - Our God Speaks
Therefore, my people shall know my name; therefore, they shall know in that day that I am He that doth speak; behold, it is I.
(Isaiah 52:6, KJV)
The essence and the blessings.
The peace and the authority.
Spoken into existence
and released with a sound.
The trees, the beaches, the oceans,
the stars in the heavens, and the
firmament dividing the heavens
from the ground.
We are standing in the midst
of words spoken in His power.
The God of Abraham,
Isaac, and Joseph still speaks.
From the rivers that flow
in the valley to the
mountains that peak.
All the proof that you
need is as solid as the word
He decreed when Jesus
laid His life down for you
and for me.
“It is finished” were the
last words spoken on
the cross before he gave up
the ghost and went to war for the lost.
At that moment, it was already done.
Victory by the blood and
the power to overcome became
your greatest weapon
in the battles to be won.
Livi Anderson, Our God Speaks
There is a hunger for hearing God. You are not alone in your desire to know exactly how you can be certain that you are listening to the voice of God. The question of hearing God is often asked concerning the incredible story of my rise from homelessness to single-handedly launching an online ministry that reaches over two hundred thousand women across five continents daily.
The truth is, I didn’t do this alone. At some point during my walk after leaving the mission home and surrendering my children to state care four months later, I began to understand that I was embarking on a spiritual journey that my family and friends could not understand. I was homeless with no job and had a burning desire to do something different. I refused government assistance and I truly had no idea how to operate below the poverty line.
After living with my mother for three months, I knew that my children and I had overstayed our welcome. Two weeks before leaving, I was washing dishes in my mother’s small apartment. I slept on the floor, my children slept on the couches, and cleaning was a necessity to keep the peace. As I washed the dishes and worshipped in song that day, I had a vision of doing a major event with 12 powerhouse women. In this event, we were giving away business grants, housing stipends, new cars, and priceless wisdom and knowledge that would change people’s lives.
I fell to my knees under the weight of the vision and started glorifying God. I knew that the vision was real and that God was going to use me to do something amazing. Unfortunately, I had no idea what it would take, I didn’t know how it would happen, and what cost I would pay to pursue this vision. My children and I spent the following weeks bouncing from home to home, hotel to hotel, and finally, when I could no longer endure, I surrendered my children to the state because no place else would accept a single mother with four children.
My family attempted to help at that point but it was too late. I faced a long journey of having to legally prove my worthiness and ability to provide for my children. The initial breakdown was scary. It was like a character watching a movie. I saw myself crying for days. I saw myself writing the letter to the courts that proved that I wasn’t a drug addict looking for a handout, but an intelligent woman with 10 years of work history and solid credentials. I simply needed help that my hometown was not equipped to provide and possessed no working knowledge of how to obtain what I needed.
Four days later, everything changed, and my baby sister in her innocence attempted to console a grieving mother by inviting me to a basketball game. I had a choice, I could continue spending my nights crying out for deliverance from an impossible situation, or spend a few hours watching a game and hoping to dull the pain. I chose the latter and gained the former as well. But not right away.
You see, that inclination to live was an innate refusal to die inside of a situation in which I had neither the power nor the wisdom to change. At this game, I discovered a photo-editing app called Instagram. A young girl in our group asked to use my phone and uploaded a picture of herself. I watched as she did this and I immediately did the same under my own Instagram account. It was at that moment that God changed my life. He had provided a way of escape. I knew with everything in me that I could use this platform to “blog my comeback.”
Of course, it didn’t happen that way. I couldn’t remain anywhere for more than three months at a time. I could only visit my children weekly while I used this platform as if my life depended on it. But I began to hear God tell me to write encouraging posts. He began to show me what to look for, how to use it, and how to reach women on the platform.
My family would push me to get work and I would try but never for anything remedial. I knew that caring for a family of five on $8 or $9 dollars an hour was impossible. I had a resume that reflected I was worth double that amount and a job market that couldn’t support it. So I wrote. I crafted bite-sized messages and began to grow my account little by little.
As the enemy began to close doors and aggravate my spirit to make me quit and submit to my circumstances, I wrote. When my family called me crazy and called me names, I wrote. I knew what I heard even though I could not see the manifestation, yet. God was telling me to build and I refused to stop. The months following revealed several injustices one after another. Even a caseworker questioned my sanity and threatened me with psychological evaluations because I refused to accept government housing. All of which made it harder for me, so I continued to write.
Through it all, I heard God. The problem is that no one else could hear this and I had to fight the good fight of faith to see the evidence of what I was hearing be manifested. Make no mistake, anything that requires you to implicitly trust God will be rejected by everything and everyone on your old level.
I would follow the voice of the Lord daily and find places to rest as King David wrote,
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.” (Psalm 23:2, KJV)
In hindsight, I realize that I was being trained to hear God as a Prophet and Christian Life Coach. My ear to hear was honed in battle, my enemies were multiple and consisted of rejection, insecurity, poverty, lack, loneliness, and homelessness.
In listening to God, my faith was fulfilled time and time again. In listening to God, your faith will be tested and increased. Your heart will be healed and you will be made whole. Don’t be afraid. Trust that God will grant you clarity as decreed,
“And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, this is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.” (Isaiah 30:21, KJV)
On this walk back into purpose, liberty, and wholeness in Christ, He speaks, and He will not leave you alone.
Prayer is a Conversation. Are You Listening?
- Livi Anderson
Use this section to write a letter to God. Unscripted. Get real with God and communicate differently.