The precious treasure and oil in your house — Don’t Waste It!

Does this scene sound familiar to you?

As you start your day, turn on the coffee pot, do the morning routine, you also reach for your phone or laptop or go get the mail, perhaps grab the remote to check out what world events happened while you slept — and still — we hear, in our Spirit, that faint whisper: “Come, check in with me. I’m always on!

I’m trying to lessen the time with the ‘tech-nol-ogy’ and more with the ‘Adonai-who-sees’ as I order my day.

As Psalm 119:133 states, “Order my steps in thy Word; and let not any iniquity have dominion over me”.

Admittedly — I am a work in progress — I haven’t mastered this time thing yet!

I don’t know about you, but I actually have to resist getting online answering the phone, and replying to that email or text.

A few minutes ago, a friend just called — “Want to go to eat?”

My flesh says, “Let’s get in the car and go….” but God saying, “Not today — Write!” Oh vey. (Procrastination should have been one of the deadly sins).

I’m learning to celebrate even these small victories….

Like today — it’s the first sunny day in a week of rain. The vagabond-roadrunner girl in me wants to get in my Jeep — and go look at the beautiful Horses in Chincoteague.

I adore the innocence of nature, the simplicity of animals, the beauty of creation. In this hour of time — I’m finding it more needful to get outdoors and let the sun hit my eyes, breathe in fresh air — and just “be”.

But alas — as much as I wanted to “get outta Dodge for the day” — this undisciplined and unfocused leftover of my carnal man — is what keeps spiritual immaturity in overdrive —– if I let it.

The Holy Spirit is teaching me to grow up into all things — to mature into fullness. I’m not there yet — as I said — a work in progress.

Awareness is a big part of growing up. We have to own our weaknesses. Not let them rule us, or dominate us, but see them as a spoiled, insolence that fights the Christ within us.

For me, just recognizing little things about myself that God wants to mature me — is a sign of victory.

Mind you, getting in a car and taking off for a few hours isn’t going to take away my salvation.

But a pattern (in any area God is dealing with in our lives) of undisciplined flesh can preclude us from finishing our race well. Finishing strong — having done ALL that God wants!

For some of you — you are so busy and so type “A”. I kinda admire you ultra-focused-get-it-all-done-in-one-day-before-I-go-out-to-play kind of folks. I wasn’t born with that gene. I’m definitely not a type “A” personality.

I think I’m more of a type “E” — sliding towards a “F” personality.

E is for multi-tasking (let’s try and put everything in the soup today).

I consciously have to resist the “F” gene — the “F” is for (isn’t it finally time to go out and have some fun)?

I can be more distracted than a honeybee at a beekeepers tasting fair — if I don’t focus.

God’s still working with me in that area. Basic-training for those who like to goof off, I guess.

I find God’s sense of humor amusing at times. Knowing how He speaks to me (these last six decades on terra-firma) – I find it hysterical that someone like me should be given to deep, pensive, contemplative thoughts, given my emotional makeup.

I remember when He first started speaking to me — in a way I knew was Him. I was about 22 or 22. I was at a catholic Charismatic retreat (was newly born-again) and this old prophet-lady everyone seemed to know at this Retreat came up to me — prophesied from Ezekiel to me and said I was a prophet.

I cried in the car the way back home after that weekend. “What the heck does that mean?” I thought.

The same way I cried in the car, driving home from a Catholic, Healing Mass, where a spirit-filled-tongue-talking Priest walked over to me — took my hand, ring-finger and said “The LORD said you’re His bride!”

Oh no — I guess I have to hang up my dancing shoes — it’s off to the nunnery for me!

Those were the disco-days, my college years. I loved to dance. I thought — yikes! — no more fun! No boyfriend — no getting married one day. I wanted to cry. Convent life — the dream for this 22 year old dancin’ girl. No fun!

Needless to say, my friends and I have chuckled at our past — seeing how we knew very little — then — of how to rightly discern a true Prophetic Word.

You see — we all hear a Word — and it can be framed around our culture, mindset, experiences. We don’t perceive the depth of it. The way heaven sees it.

That’s why I believe it takes years — no decades — for someone God calls as a Prophet — to truly mature in their gifting.

[That’s why I love reading about the Saints of old, Revivalists, the Martyrs, the Prophets in the Old Testament. They had years under their belt and they learned a thing or two. Their Words still hold up].

The untested may have an immature understanding of what The LORD is saying to that generation. It’s best to see the fruit.

Illustration: If I’m told I need intricate brain surgery — I’m going to a neurosurgeon who has decades of successful operations on the books.

I’m not turning my brain over to the young resident or doctor who doesn’t have hundreds or thousands of successful operations under his belt! My brain! I can’t afford the error or medical malpractice of trained hands.

Likewise, your eschatological viewpoints or Prophetic Words prayed over you — with the laying on of hands, should be time-tested, trained, and seasoned.

Just my two-cents worth here, based on watching and experiencing the fallout of too much error. Let a Word to the wise be sufficient!

Just like God wasn’t asking me to become a nun (Catholic nuns were taught they became the bride of Christ) or enter a Convent — because I did not understand, then – that the Bride of Christ is the Church — the called out — following Jesus ones — around the earth — my perception was skewed – as it was limited by my own experience.

For Prophecy to be mature it must be tested and tried — confirmed in the mouth of others, backed by scripture, seasoned in maturity, and delivered by yielded and time-tested vessels.

That’s the only way the gift is purified. Suffering and seasoning is used by The Holy Ghost in every vessel and movement He shows up in. Always……

When God called me as a Prophet at 23, I didn’t tell anyone. Not only did I feel unworthy — I didn’t know what a 20^th Century Prophet was! I only knew of the ones in The Bible.

In my lifetime — I didn’t make a business card with the word “Prophet” on it. Seemed rather presumptuous and pompous to me.

I had read that God’s Gift makes room for us — so — I figured whatever He wanted to say or do with me — He didn’t need my help to do it!

I didn’t try to join or get on any platforms, nor did I go to any Bible School. Life was my teacher.

I went to some conferences and some short revivals here n’ there — but most everything I have ever learned and known about God has been from working real jobs, with real people, in the real world.

I worked in a Ministry for a short season, but, my real being used of God- was in the highways and by ways of life — purposely over-tipping the tired single waitress with three little kids at home, or sitting with the woman whose soldier husband was just killed overseas.

The Church world has often made the word Ministry an idol, I think.

Real Ministry is just being like Jesus to those whom God brings across your path.

Let all idolatry of ministers and ministries fall down. It’s time for the real. Let everything else just fall.

Of the varied career paths I took, the best education came from the hardest and often most humbling jobs: I took care of people when they were sick, lonely and old (healthcare), and fed them when they were hungry (restaurants).

The tow most basic needs (loneliness and hunger) taught me more than anything else I’ve ever done.

People were my Bible School. If you learn how to love, and listen, you will graduate Summa cum laude [Highest Academic Distinction] from the school of God. It’s all you need.

God teaches us about Himself and each other – that’s what real education is about. If you get that down, everything else falls in place.

When I was a 22 year old college (Catholic) student, I feared I’d have to quit dancing and not never laugh again, in order to follow God — and maybe I’d have to join a nunnery or something.

I had no grid for what ‘a Prophet’ is or was — and I have enough weird peculiarities about myself, that no one would recognize me, if I worked for God, anyway.

God Infamously hides Himself in the most simple places. Simple people.

He does this on purpose: So no man gets the glory! GOD HIDES HIMSELF IN OUR FRAIL HUMANITY to lay low pride.

Our God is so very humble. As Jesus said in Matthew. 11:29, He is lowly and humble of heart.

Who else but God would explain Quantum Physics, over garlic toast, to someone who couldn’t pass algebra, or choose to change the economies and destinies of nations from the prayers of grandmothers and former prisoners of centuries?

Only God fulfills the plans of eternity scrolls by those whom the world may never know their name.

No awards. No honors. No banquets. No statues — you see, heaven purposed it this way.

The rewards to be seen in the halls of eternity — was never for earth. He purposed it this way.

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9.

There’s a few truths that The LORD has been revealing to me of last weeks — how to rightly discern His voice from others. How to recognize the inner compass of His voice — we were all born with it, if you are born-again.

It’s the🕯 (lamp) candle of The LORD within us — His Spirit (Proverbs 20:27).

In my next post – brewing within – I will write on what He is saying on this.

“Precious treasure and oil are in a wise person’s dwelling” Proverbs 21:20.

I am even hearing now to encourage many of you and to tell you, “There is no junior Holy Spirit — there is no baby Holy Ghost’.

The same Holy Spirit that raised Jesus from the tomb and made Him alive — lives in you.

The LORD is wanting to teach you to listen to His still, small voice.

The Holy Spirit will teach you.

Open up His Word. Turn off all technology. Just sit quietly and listen. Listen to his voice.

Therein is the answer you’ve been waiting for! There’s your oil and treasure. You are “His house- His temple.”

Your cup overflows with oil. You are full of gold (glory) and silver (redemption) inside of your 206 bones and over 10 pints of blood in your building of flesh.

The King is on His Throne — the Courtroom is listening! He is listening!!

 

~ Elizabeth Cassutto

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Rev. Elizabeth Cassutto
Lightbeacon Ministries, Millsboro, Delaware.

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