Build Up Higher

There was a seaon that on any given day at the Weatherly house you’d find a small congregation of children. Ranging from new born to 5 years old, we maintained an extremely delicate balance amidst growth spurts, temperaments, and tantrums. 

Something I often observed breakout among my older few was an explosive reaction to the younger children when they’d toddle in and demolish their building projects. And understandably so! After having found the perfect set of building materials, carting them into the living room, and building an absolute masterpiece of architectural feat, only to have the younger littles smash it to pieces, would be quite frustrating. 

I found myself repeating often to the older few, “move up higher.” On the ground their work was vulnerable to attack from little hands and little feet, but when they chose to build higher, on the dining table or the kitchen island, they could enjoy their work to completion and beyond. 

We often try to build great things in our lives in the presence of immaturity. We leave ourselves vulnerable to people who speak words of discouragement and rejection to us when we are in the middle of process. Well meaning or not, they simply do not know any better. 

And likewise, in seasons of building we often refuse to allow Holy Spirit to mature us in areas we need His transformation. Resistant to growth, our own fits of immaturity leave what the Father intended to be established in our lives, laying in pieces on the floor.

When my big kids build their grand towers on the living room rug and a toddler comes by and does what toddlers do to towers, I explain to them the importance of coming up higher. 

When you are building something for yourself and your family, something for your community that will impact generations, you can’t build among the immature. You must bring your plans into the place of prayer between you and the Father. You must surround yourself with likeminded architects who will spur you on and understand the process. And you must allow Holy Spirit to transform the places of immaturity within yourself.

“By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established.” Proverbs 24:3-4

The Church Doesn’t Owe Me

A significant component of maturing in Christ, at least in the American Church, is realizing that the Church doesn’t owe me anything. I spent the better part of 2017-2020 reconciling myself to the revelation that as a member of the body of Christ, I am for serving the Church, not the Church for serving me.

The Church doesn’t owe me agreement with all my beliefs.
The Church doesn’t owe me cutting edge, or all the traditions I value. 
The Church doesn’t owe me showing up to all my important life events. 
The Church doesn’t owe me my favorite worship songs.
The Church doesn’t owe me a coffee shop, light show, or dynamic speakers. 
The Church doesn’t owe me a merch store or strong social media presence. 
The Church doesn’t owe me pristine facilities or a social events calendar.
The Church doesn’t owe me childcare, plush seating, or air conditioning. 
The Church doesn’t owe me comfortable or convenient. 

The Church is called to make disciples of Christ Jesus. Pure and simple. Though believers generationally and globally have often fallen short of this calling, maturing in Christ means I love His Bride, not for what she can do for me, or for what I believe I’m entitled to receive from her, but because He loves her. And in serving Him, I serve her. In loving her, I love myself.

I’ve been disappointed and deliberately hurt by Christians more times than I can count in my near 30 years as a member of the body of Christ. I’ve been a part of 7 congregations and 3 denominations in that time. There are no perfect congregants or congregations. If we err in dealing with the believer(s) in front of us, let us err on the side of love. I cannot profess to love Christ yet hate his Bride.

God, give each of us wisdom to contribute to the health, discipleship, Biblical integrity, and longevity of our congregations. They are for the healing of nations. 

This is my simple prayer: May my love for the Bride be patient and kind; may I not be envious of her or boast over her; may I not be arrogant or rude toward her. May I not insist on my own way; may I not be irritable or resentful toward her; May I not rejoice in her wrongdoing or wrongdoing committed toward her, but may I rejoice in Truth going forth from her. May I bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, and endure all things with her. May my love for the Bride be without end.

Going to the Same Place

One evening on a family drive home, we got stuck behind a very slow truck pulling a flatbed. Unbeknownst to me, my husband was growing more and more irritated, as he trailed slowly behind. When the truck finally turned off our road, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

The thing is, I had no idea of this truck being an issue. I was enjoying the ride; music playing, daughters content in their seats, and the beauty of the setting sun. It’s so funny how two individuals can be in the same vehicle, going to the same place, exposed to the very same circumstances, and yet be having an entirely different experience.

I am reminded of Jesus sleeping in the boat while his disciples were frantic with fear. How often have I been frantic or frazzled while in the boat with the Prince of Peace? Apart from the slow truck, my husband is usually the one enjoying the ride of life. His capacity for enjoying continually draws me from a place of frustration into gratitude.

I am thankful for those individuals in my boat that have shown me that my day-to-day experience can be lived a different way. That where there is the potential for fear and anxiety, there is also the potential for peace. Where there is the potential for irritation, there is space for contentment. Look around you. Who is at peace? Who is content? Take a lesson from those individuals in what Holy Spirit has made available to you.

And if you can or can’t find anyone else, look to Jesus. He is in the midst of every challenge, and he is the supply for every need. He speaks to the tumultuously mundane, frustrating, and disappointing places in our lives, “peace be still.”

10 Ways to Steward a Word from God

A Word from God is a rhema (Holy Spirit-inspired Word from the Logos) instruction for your life. Paul tells Timothy in 1 Timothy 1:18 that it is according to the prophecies spoken over us, that we wage a good warfare. A Word from God may speak to your identity or it may speak to your calling. It is important that we treat these words as precious and steward them properly before the Lord, through the help of Holy Spirit. We are not held accountable for what He doestn’t tell us, but we are held accountable for what He does. As the Parable of the Talents instructs us in Matthew 25:14-30, may we be found good stewards of what our Master gives, not burrying our talents, but multiplying them.

Here are 10 ways to steward a word from God:

  • Pick it up – Take that old word off the shelf, dust it off, look it over. A word of God is a precious gift. Don’t let it lie dormant. Create rhythms of engaging with His words for your life.
  • Pray – Prayer is a two-way conversation. God wants you to ask Him questions about His words to you. He has answers! Proverbs 25:2 says, “it’s the glory of God to conceal a matter, and the glory of kings to search it out.”
  • Meditate on His Word – If you are in Christ, you have the mind of Christ. Engage your God given imagination to begin to see His promises operating in your life.
  • Write it – Habakkuk tells us to write the vision and make it plain. There’s something about writing a word from God that over time moves the word from pen and page deep into the epistle of your heart.
  • Share it – Share it with someone you trust. You need encouragement and sound insight. Proverbs 11:14 says, “where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety.”
  • Put your hands to the plow – There is something you can do in response to His word. However small or great the step, take it! If you don’t know what’s next, faithfully act on His previous instruction to you until you do. It’s vital to keep moving. It’s impossible to steer a parked car. 
  • Keep an open hand – Remember you are fixed to the Lord not to the promise. He may (and often does) want to adjust the course you are on. Keep an open hand before Him, surrendering daily to His now instruction.
  • Surrender the timing – This may be the hardest thing for most believers to do, to lay down their own timelines. A good thing at the wrong time is not a good thing. Remind yourself continually to trust His timing.
  • Labor over it – When you have conceived a word of promise in your heart, carrying it may feel like a kind of labor. As you travail in prayer, you take often intimidating steps of faith in response to His call. It’s important to discern the difference between labor and warfare. Spiritual warfare is an attack we resist, but labor pains are a stretching we lean into. We understand that on the other side of labor pains is the birth of the promise.
  • Rest – It seems contrary to ‘putting your hand to the plow’ and ‘labor’ to rest, but rest is the secret to the Kingdom life. Rest means becoming utterly dependent upon the Lord and trusting His guidance in the process of fulfilling your destiny. 

Christ Tore the Veil

On the day of my wedding I wore a floor length veil. It draped behind me just like the table cloths I’d wrapped around myself as a little girl playing dress up. Following our ceremony, Tucker and I stood at the entryway greeting our guests when my beloved groom stepped on my veil and ripped a gaping hole in it, a few feet wide. Everyone else had kept a safe distance so as to not step on dress or veil, but this man I’d just joined my life with kept much closer proximity. I didn’t know this moment was speaking a word of promise to me. 

In our 9 years of marriage, my husband has ripped through every veil that existed between us. Everything that was separate before, is now joined to him. We’ve become one. The veil separating him from my heart and his presence, my finances and his presence, my hopes, dreams, health, plans, privacy, intimacy, nature, temper, weakness, and strength, was torn through. In time the tearing, like a river cuts through rock, has reconfigured the landscape of my heart. 

Likewise, Christ the bridegroom put a nail pierced foot upon the veil that separated who we are from all he is. And like a river cuts through rock, he washes over the landscape of our souls, rendering a new terrain he names his Kingdom. He spoke his vows, “it is finished,” and tectonic shifted my life towards himself. And in close proximity I stand, veil torn through, eternally rib to rib with the firstborn of new creation. This is the wonder of the cross: that Christ the bridegroom has come close to his bride (the Church), and the veil of separation has been torn asunder. 

“And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split…” Matthew 27:50-51

“Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.” Rev. 19:7

Approved

For those endeavoring to begin a new Kingdom work:

Recently, while preparing to speak at my church for the first time since turning 30, I asked the church secretary for a private place to pray before service. She showed me into what is known as the count room. A tiny, hidden space, I had assumed to be a closet, was in actuality once the room where the tithes and offerings were taken to be counted. Quietly within, I knelt down to pray, and noticed a very large safe, bank slips, and money bags.

Turning 30 was a significant shift in my life. This age for me has marked the beginning of running my race in the Kingdom, putting my full weight on the promise and call of God on my life, holding nothing back. This night of speaking would set a precedence. What was I to teach? I taught on the subject of proximity, coming close to God. This is where it all began for me at 15 years old, praying in my bedroom, simply enjoying His presence, then receiving a radical call from God.

As I sat in the count room, pouring my heart out before the Lord, thankful to be 30, thankful to be here, and in a new year, He impressed upon me the significance of the room in which I was sitting.

The Lord is getting ready to take you into the “count room.” The place of first fruits offering, where as you lay your heart and intents before him, He will approve and confirm. Where you have awaited confirmation, and affirmation; where you have deeply desired to have it confirmed that you are where you are supposed to be, doing what you are supposed to be doing, He will evaluate, and take account of you. 

It’s important to understand and live humbly in knowing that you are and are not ready, and you must exist between the tension of the two. You are ready in that you have said “yes,” but you are not ready in that you have no idea what is coming. You are ready in that you have prepared well, but you are not ready in that you don’t understand what sacrifice is yet ahead. You are ready in that you have heard rightly to “go,” but you are not ready in that it will be the day-in and day-out kneeling before His throne that will be your source of strength. 

Paul writes to Timothy advising him to “study to shew thyself approved unto God.” Approved here refers to coinage and it being cut accurately, no sides shaved down. No cut corners, so to speak. A coin that is approved is the right weight in silver, worth its full value. 

In this season the Lord is drawing you into divine evaluation. He does not evaluate a child of His that can’t pass. You are ready. Take this opportunity, in His presence, to lay your heart and intent before Him without reservation. Put your full weight into the task He has assigned you. Ask Him all of the questions, and trust Him. Speak the vision He is downloading in your spirit, and hold it with an open hand before Him (ready at all times, should He make alterations). Receive His approval, and move with the utmost confidence in this new work.

The Treasure of the Lord

3:00 AM February 18, 2020

This morning I saw a shovel digging deep into the earth and suddenly it struck against a treasure box. The SOUND of the strike was so loud it carried across the earth. The Lord spoke that across nations, across denominations, the body of Christ is STRIKING UPON THE TREASURE OF THE LORD. A sound like RINGING is resonating over the Church. The treasure that we have found is INTIMACY WITH THE MOST HIGH in the secret place. The deep yearning of the Spirit is compelling the people of God to find the true treasure of His presence and to REVERE it. There is a GREAT MOVE OF OUR FOCUS, a UNITY in the single pursuit of HIS FEET. 

The tip of the unearthed treasure box was covered in soil and time-worn on the outside, but those digging knew the YET HIDDEN GLORY of what they had struck. 

The SOUND of the shovel hitting the treasure was like that of RINGING BRASS. 

“And [Jesus’s] eyes were as a flame of fire, And his FEET LIKE UNTO HIM FINE BRASS, as if they burned in a furnace,” (Revelation 1:14-15).

Don’t stop digging! You have FOUND HIS FEET. As we make our dwelling at the feet of Jesus in the SECRET PLACE, we too are being PURIFIED IN THE SAME FURNACE of Yaweh’s love. His feet are the PLACE OF EXCHANGE, where we receive MORE OF HIS MANIFEST GLORY as He burns up all impurities. 

The SOUND OF RINGING BRASS is the words of David crying, “ONE THING I have desired of the LORD, That will I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD All the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the LORD, And to inquire in His temple” (Psalm 27:4).

The sound is His invitation over us to the MOST INTIMATE PLACE OF MEETING, where He transforms us into His own likeness, PLACING THE TREASURE OF HIS HEART into our hearts, making them cry out, “I will be satisfied when I awake in your likeness,” (Psalm 17:15).

As we live in this deep place of intimacy by the Spirit, we will carry His feet with us onto the main stages of the earth and into the recesses with GREATER POTENCY, making every place we enter a THRONE ROOM FOR ENCOUNTER with the King of Kings. 

At His feet He releases HIS SECRETS—secrets that release HIS WILL (the very ATMOSPHERE OF HEAVEN) into the earth through the individuals that carry them. The SOUND OF RINGING BRASS over us is resounding with the words, “There’s a private place reserved FOR THE LOVERS OF GOD, where they sit near him and receive the revelation-secrets of his promises” (Psalm 25:14-16 TPT).

Rejoice with those who Rejoice

Years ago I worked as an Inclusion Aide in Special Education in an Elementary school. I love the kids I worked with. I love that they taught me to laugh at myself and daily gave me a lighter view of the world. Throughout my short career in education,  I had the privilege of spending hours observing and engaging in relationships with children.  I especially gleaned from their interactions with one another.

One little girl, Savannah, was so enthusiastic. The books her teacher read, the videos her class watched, her teachers instructions, her peer’s stick figure drawing, all blew her away, evoking her most expressive “Wow!” “Woah!” “That’s awesome!” “Did you see that?!”

She was a fount of encouragement. She’s the voice you’d want cheering in your congregation as you preached. What I liked most about Savannah was not simply that she was encouraging, but I believe she recognized quality in others and had a sensitivity to the efforts of others. When her peers, or her teacher for that matter, presented quality to her, she’d applaud it. “Good job Ms. S!,” she’d shout to her teacher.

One day, Savannah was coloring in her fire station workbook. She pulled out a freshly sharpened color pencil and brought it within inches of my nose. “What color is this Mrs. Weatherly?”

“Aqua!” I replied. Her eyes lit up and she let out a screechy giggle.

Immediately, she went to coloring her fire station dalmatian pup, aqua. When she had finished she was immensely proud of the work she’d done. I told her it was fabulous and she beamed, but sometimes approval means more from your peers. So, she showed her work to those at her table.

“Dogs are black or brown, not aqua!” the first girl said. Disappointed, but not deterred Savannah took her masterpiece to the neighboring table.

“That’s wrooooong!” another girl declared. Savannah sunk.

“It’s pretty,” I heard her say under her breath.

I wanted to scoop her up and explain that sometimes people don’t recognize the beauty that is so obviously within in you. That you have to receive approval from God alone. I wanted to shield her, to protect her. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t shown the same courtesy she so readily bestowed to everyone else. I sat there feeling as deflated as she. I told her again what a great job she had done and then it was time to clean up.

There are times in my life I have been guilty of the same treatment those little girls showed Savannah. And there are times I have been Savannah, eager to please and to celebrate a job well done but swiftly rejected by those with whom I thought to celebrate. We all have to learn the hard way that approval comes from the Father. We have to know in our heart of hearts that we are “accepted in the Beloved,” Ephesians 1:6.

At the same time, I wonder. Can I, in my day to day be more like Savannah, quick to recognize the quality in others and eager to applaud it? Can I be sensitive to other’s efforts and join them in their celebration of a job well done? I understand that the gift of encouragement may not come so easily to us as it does to Savannah, but my prayer is that we not allow any excuse or insecurity within ourselves keep us from learning love.

One of my favorite passages says in Romans 12:10-15 “Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord…Rejoice with those who rejoice.”

In other words, be like Savannah.

-Antonette Weatherly

Deeper

As a kid I loved to nab one of the few pair of goggles at a pool party so that I could dive down deep into the water. Below, all of the laughter, conversation, delighted screams of children splashing were instantly muffled and distant.

As you’re introduced to this new space beneath the surface, everything you know about breath and balance above the surface are changed. I remember being mesmerized by the strange quiet and the way the light shone through the endless blue and how everything slowed down.

Losing track of time I’d emerge from the water, made anxious by the thought I may have missed something going on at the party. Why didn’t everyone want to dive in? Isn’t this what we came for?

I believe in life we are often reluctant to fully surrender to God because of what we may miss. We are made anxious by this need to follow the crowd and as a result we often sacrifice depth for relevance. But what could be more relevant than time spent diving deeper and deeper into the Father’s presence?

I’ve realized that there will always be something else to do instead of worship. There will always be tasks to perform and people to see but we can’t live satisfied with surface level revelation of the person of God and miss the beauty of the depths of His heart. We must learn the rhythms of daily surrender.

-Antonette Weatherly

History with Jesus

“I thought I was going to die,” reads a journal entry I wrote following my first experience climbing in the Colorado Rockies. Trincherra Peak sits at 13,517 feet and from tree line to summit you feel every inch of it. With every step, your breath grows increasingly more shallow, you hope, sometimes falsely, that the rock you’ve chosen to cling to doesn’t give way beneath you, and all too frequently you pause to relieve your aching legs and throbbing feet.

“Why did I think this would be fun,” you ask yourself.

But slowly and steadily, 1000 ft become 50 ft, becomes 1 step and you’ve summited the peak. The rush of relief and joy you feel are enough to knock you off your wobbly limbs.  As you stand (or collapse) in breathless wonder, basking in your achievement, you feel both strong and so very small in the vastness of it all. And there, to commemorate your success is a monument of stones, a cairn, placed by climbers who have made their own journey to the top.

As I proudly placed my stone atop the cairn to complete my journey to the top of Trincherra that day, I was reminded of those old testament believers that built similar altars to commemorate the good things God had done on their behalf. For instance, Genesis 28:10-19 tells the story of Jacob having a powerful prophetic dream and being transformed by the presence of God, he lays up a stone in his camp site and calls the place Bethel, meaning, house of God. Forever after, that stone would be a reminder to Jacob of his encounter with the living God.

We are daily building just such altars in our lives. Sometimes, we build these altars without even knowing it. It’s only when we look back we see stone after stone, moment after moment where seemingly insignificant connections to the Father, were mountains we summited by His grace. When I’m faced with new challenges I return to those monuments I’ve built over the years, those places where the Father rushed in like a flood to save me, when obedience to him paid off, when he comforted me through pain, whether I caused it or not.  My life is a series of monuments built in remembrance of the goodness of God.

So, what monuments have you built as a response to God’s goodness in your life? What memories of His working in your life do you hold most dear? I encourage you to make a list and if you’d like to share, please leave a comment!

-Antonette Weatherly