Hi, my name is Amy and I’m a recovering blog boycotter. Blogging always allured me, but the pressure of writing frequent, creatively insightful posts prevented me from fully immersing myself in this world of casual online journalism. Then I realized, if I am ever going to be a writer (and I finally admit, a writer is what I hope to one day be) I would have to give-in to this modern trend. So here it is, my third (or is it my fourth?) attempt to be a successful blogger.
A year ago, a prophetic word was spoken over my life that I was made to eat from the heights, like a giraffe. Now, if you are a scientist, an animal enthusiast, or an evolutionist, you may be ready to debate alongside Darwin and Mivart whether the giraffe is a product of natural selection or sexual selection, but for my sake, let’s just leave it at this: a giraffe eats leaves from the top of trees.
This word was significant for me. It called me to live higher. Since then, living higher has been the recurring theme of God’s message to me. Jady preached a sermon on living higher. Out of Psalm 18, God promised to set me secure on the heights. Then I read Hinds’ Feet on High Places (it’s a must read). And recently God spoke to me from Isaiah 33, “He who walks righteously and speaks uprightly, who despises the gain of oppressions, who shakes his hands, lest they hold a bribe, who stops his ears from hearing of bloodshed and shuts his eyes from looking on evil, he will dwell on the heights; his place of defense will be the fortresses of rocks; his bread will be given him; his water will be sure.”
My desire is that the words you read here will encourage, bless, and challenge you to go to the heights. The fruit at the top of the tree is the best, so let us not settle, but journey to the high places where we were made to dwell and to feast. Let us claim our giraffe’s portion.
I hope you enjoy…