Dear Pam,
2 words that I feel Holy Spirit gave me are tried and true. Beautiful, refined workmanship. Now, that’s 3. Masterpiece. Something that the Creator is proud to display. I think that is what He is saying, too.
A memory that I have that I have never forgotten is when I first met you. You didn’t know this at the time. I was in college and lived at my grandmother’s. I remember every single night in my bed, I would cry so hard and I would beg Jesus to come hold me. I would pat the bed and beg Him to come and sit right there. I don’t know how many years I did that, pleading with Him. I remember one day you said God woke you up in the middle of the night and said you were supposed to hold me. And I remember one of the first times you held me, you held me on your lap in the chair in the apartment at Eagle Creek. I had never experienced the flood of love that Holy Spirit washed over me before, not ever. It was so incredible and I remember that you said that if I was the only one on the earth, Jesus would still die for me. That one stays with me, even still.
And when I first met you, one day you prayed over me and prophesied that I would be an intercessor. I vaguely knew what that was, but I knew enough that I thought it was almost comical, yeah right, me. I dismissed that entirely. The last few years, I was with the intercessors a lot and I learned so much from them. You are the person who I received Holy Spirit with, in the gift of tongues.