I’ve been pouring out my heart to Daddy recently.
Like, really pouring out. I felt overwhelmed and discouraged. I kept seeing more being added to my plate without any sign of help. So I prayed that Daddy would remember me.
While watching an Instagram live last night, one of the speakers said something. She said that God was building capacity. Meaning that he was stretching some persons and that we would operate on 2 hours sleep, even when we thought it wasn’t possible.
That was and is my word. I’ve been asking how he expects me to do so much with so little support. I’ve always thought that four (4) hours of sleep was the least I could function on effectively. Why? As I age, I realised that I couldn’t pull the back to back all nighters like I used to when I was younger. So I stopped trying to do it.
But now, I’m ready for my capacity to be stretched.
Purposeful Inspiration 