“My gold is beautiful, your clays are not; I am a woman of worth and honor,” I blabbed all around the house. My siblings felt so miserable and worthless.
Dad heard all the babblings and said,
“Daughter, I give grace to the humble and I resist the proud. I chose to have mercy by giving you the grace to do my will.”
He looked at me gently and continued,
“I placed you here to lead your siblings—to show them how to go for gold instead of settling for clay, to redirect their steps.”
“I made you a gold carrier for a time such as this. But don’t think for a second that you are the only one who carries gold.”
“I raised you to help others. If you become nonchalant at this time, their enlargement and deliverance will arise from another of my daughters.”
But pride had taken root. I replied, “Dad, I’m the only one among your children who has gold in my custody. Without me, they can do nothing.”
He answered, “Daughter, I have 7,000 daughters who also carry gold. I only chose you at this time. If you remain proud and resistant, I will raise someone else to do this assignment.”
That hit deep. I fell to my knees. Conviction flooded in, and I felt the weight of my error. I pleaded with Dad to help me do His will—with humility this time. And in His mercy, He assured me He would.
I got up and walked into the family house. This time, not to flaunt but to teach. I showed my siblings how to wait for gold and leave behind their clay. Some listened. Some dropped their clay. They decided to wait—for the gold that lasts.
To my fellow gold carriers: the gold you’re holding isn’t for you to flaunt. It was never about the show.
Teach others what Dad taught you during your waiting season. Share the principles that sustained you. That gold was given to you to be an example—light to lighten others, salt to preserve others.
BUILD with the gold.
Don’t DESTROY with it.
But He gives more grace. Therefore He says: “God resists the proud, But gives grace to the humble.” – James 4:6 (NKJV)
