For years I have had this recurring vision of being assaulted. In this vision, I'm on my back, on the ground, and someone is unmercifully, beating me. As I sat in a hospital chapel a few days ago, God revealed the assailant: It was me. I had been beating myself up, over and over again about things that I did not know.
As I sat there crying, praying and repenting for things I did not understand, could not explain and had no answer for; particularly in situations where I felt like I had let God down; God spoke to my spirit and told me that I wasn't supposed to know how to do it. If I knew how, then I would rely on my own ability, rather than trusting Him to work through me. He said, it's His job to know how and mine to be still while He...