Two or Three Witnesses

This weekend I had the privilege of participating in the "Prophetic Arrow Ministries Conference," with Paulette Reed!!! It was such a powerful conference. I believe there is no such thing as coincidence. I have said this for many years now…However, sometimes I have found myself living like I do believe in coincidences, merely walking through life without catching the signs and wonders in everyday life. 

Oh my hearts prayer is to I see Gods hand on everything, staying in awe of His communication skills!

Something that really stuck out over and over this weekend was a saying that Paulette "Rose" kept saying. She made a statement (not verbatim) that we should have two or three witness when God is speaking to us. At least this is how I understood it.  When we hear God say something to us, we should be looking for confirmation from Him (two or three witness'). She was giving examples of this, for instance: you may see a sign, a billboard, be in conversations, or it can be anywhere or anything to confirm, in your spirit, that God is speaking to you. She gave several examples but I want to document my own.

In October of last year (2014), 3 months ago, I went and got a tattoo for myself. This isn't just a regular tattoo, it means a lot to me. It is a tattoo that decrees that I stand with the persecuted (#IamN). It is the Star of David with Jude written in the middle and the Arabic N. I have a huge heart for those that are persecuted for their faith, hence the Jewish patch that the Jews wore during the holocaust and the Arabic N that Isis is using to label and identify Christians in Northern Iran today. Here is a picture of it.

This month (January 2015) I was pulled over on my way to a women’s event at my church. I was singing, full of fire, and over flowing with God. My spirit was absolutely fiery.  I was not doing anything wrong. I was pulled over by an officer that insisted that I disobeyed him. If you know me, that is something I would never do willingly. Little did I know that it was God speaking to me through him. Although my heart was shaken and I was tested to the deepest marrow of my bones, I can actually see good coming from it.

The officer kept calling me a criminal…over and over. He actual wrote me a criminal ticket not a traffic ticket. It was so hurtful. I am not a criminal, I am a very good law abiding citizen. I didn't argue with him or even defend myself. I just tried to listen and be obedient because every time I tried to open my mouth he would become angrier. I actually believed I was headed to jail. Well, to make a long story short, he wrote me a ticket and I was on my way.

This morning I was studying my bible and reading Romans 12:1 which says:

[ Living Sacrifices to God ] I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.

This doesn't not look like much but I was thinking about what God has called me to. It popped in my head how people are called criminals in other countries and it struck me…God was trying to speak to me again!!! I actually was looking up a quote from the Voice of the Martyr’s and this is what I stumbled across….

Okay so this is really crazy for me…so I decided to look up the different scriptures that talk about two or three witness, to make sure I was hearing correctly and this is what I found:

Deut. 19:15 (NKJV) by the mouth of two or three witnesses the matter shall be established.

Matthew 18:16(NKJV) But if he will not hear, take with you one or two more, that ‘by the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established.’

2 Corinthians 13:1(NKJV) This will be the third time I am coming to you. “By the mouth of two or three witnesses every word shall be established.”

THERE ARE EVEN THREE SCRIPTURES!!!! 

The things running through my mind right now are insane….it is scary, but it is an honor. I do not want to get ahead of myself. Nor do I want to misinterpret what I am seeing and hearing. I will continue to listen.

I am listening Lord...