I remember the first time I gave a word to a young man. I was 18. The urgency to give this word was like fire shut up in my bones. Closer to the real meaning- not some heat going through your body due to the ‘nointing. But, I digress.
I walked to my friends house. The urgency to give the message was even greater. He began to speak and say things that hit on what I had to say to him. Which confirmed to me that I wasn’t following my own leading. So, I began to speak the word... and as I spoke a sentence or two, I’d get another thing to say. It came in bits and pieces until it was put together like a puzzle.
Pretty interesting experience.
But, I’d NEVER just practice my
gift as a word from the Lord and be wrong.