I love a good prophecy…love a good word. I don’t chase after them though. We’ve all heard of folks who run from meeting to meeting hoping to be spotted and called out and given a word. I learned early on to file those away. I don’t disregard them…no, not at all. I’m just really careful not to adjust my life or position myself in such a way to force a word given to come to pass. I figure, if it’s God, it’ll be good and in time it will come to pass without my assistance. I learned that long ago from Miss Mary and so today I’m remembering Miss Mary.
One of my first spiritual mothers was Mrs. Hopkings. She was quiet and strong, full of wisdom and she could lift the roof off with her prayers. I called her one day for prayer. I was due to return to work after maternity leave and I was sad and broken at the prospect of leaving my son. I was a mess and needed some encouragement. After we spoke for a while, she asked me to hold on while she added her prayer partner, Miss Mary to the call. They prayed for and encouraged me tag team style and at the end of the conversation, Miss Mary told me that soon I would be home for good to care for my son. I hung up from that conversation filled with peace, strengthened and encouraged.
I returned to work just fine and 16 months later I was on maternity leave again and this time, just as Miss Mary had said, I did not return to work. Months later I was at Miss Hopkings’ birthday party and seated behind me was a beautiful older woman dressed in african garb. I was instantly attracted to her. We spoke for a long time until dinner was served. As I ate I looked around for Miss Mary. Surely, she had to be present. After dinner, I asked Miss Hopkings for her and she laughed and said that I had been talking to Miss Mary the entire time. Of course! I went over to Miss Mary and took her hands and introduced myself to her. I introduced both my children and told her that I was at home with them now, just as she had said. Her eyes filled with tears and she spoke such beautiful words over me and my children. We exchanged telephone numbers and Miss Mary became my spiritual mother. We began a phone affair, encouraging one another, sharing prayer requests and praise reports.
During one of our last telephone conversations, Miss Mary began to speak into my life. I was sweeping the kitchen floor as she was speaking and it was the strangest thing, but whenever she would have a word for me her voice would change…everything about it…the tone, the volume, its cadence…and I knew to stop and listen. This time I stopped, grabbed a pad of paper and sat down and began to take dictation. She stopped abruptly and instructed me not to write down what was being said. I was startled and looked out the window half expecting Miss Mary to be outside looking in. She said that I would remember exactly what she said as it came to pass. I did just that and have marveled through the years, as much of what she said has come to pass in my life.
Today I’m remembering Miss Mary…that powerhouse woman of God…so tender, so wise, so strong, full of love. Here’s to you Miss Mary. I can’t wait to tell you how spot on you were!