Willing to be Wrong

My drive to work weekday mornings is really precious to me.

My car is my prayer closet, and when I’m in my car, it’s me, Papa, Jesus & Holy Spirit.

I worship. I pray. I release things. I soak in His Presence. I listen.

It’s my best time, even when circumstances aren’t perfectly aligned.



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This morning felt a little more special to me.

I’ve been questioning some things, taking a deeper, closer look, and asking Holy Spirit to lead me into all truth.

I smiled, and I said, “I am willing to be wrong.”

I’ve said it before, but today there was a different liberty in it. I continued.

“I’m willing to be corrected. I’m willing to be disciplined. I’m willing to be taught.”

After I finished speaking, I had an open vision where I saw His grace like a well, and it was deeper than what we’ve thought, deeper than what we’ve been taught.

Ask Him about this grace for yourselves, loves.

Ask Him where there is mixture in your thinking, in your ways, because when the law is mixed with grace, it becomes a mess.

We need the layers of the law removed from our vision, from our hearing, from our speech, from our hearts.

Be willing. Holy Spirit will lead you into all truth.

That’s a promise.

With love from Portland,

L. ❤


(Copyright Laurie Hilgers 2016)

About withlovefromportland

Hey there! Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you stopped by. I’m a 50-something woman living in the West Coast version of Narnia. The flora, fauna and people of Portland invite new adventures every day. I encourage you to plot our coordinates and visit this beautiful piece of the Earth. Creation is amazing here! You’ll also find a St. Arbuck’s or local coffee shop on nearly every corner. It rains here in winter. A lot. We like our coffee. As you read through my pages, I hope you find healing, hope and relationship with the One who radically loves and adores you. Some call Him Heavenly Father, others know Him as Daddy. You’ll find your own term of affection for Him if you don’t already have one. He’s shown me the depths of His love for me, yet I know it goes deeper than what I’ve explored. Every day is an opportunity for us to BE with Him, to love and be loved, to learn and grow, to heal and to help others heal. My intent is to encourage you to draw near to God. My prayer is that your heart is willing to let Him in. Once He’s in your heart, well, that’s when your story really begins. It’s when you begin to learn and experience who He is for you now and Who He wants to be in every circumstance you face in this life. Why does this matter, you ask? It matters because each of us was created in His likeness and image. It matters because He has given you gifts. It matters because He has given you a destiny to fulfill, lives to touch and heal, love to pour out into others. It matters most of all for you. You get to learn how beloved you are. You get to have an off-the-charts, one-of-a-kind amazing relationship with Daddy God, with Jesus and with Holy Spirit. You don’t buy it? You don’t think any of this is real? Okay. I’m good with that. I’m not here to convince you otherwise. I do, however, ask you to do this one thing of you: Ask God to make Himself more real to you than your own right hand in front of your face. That’s all. Then go about your life just like you did before you stopped by my blog. If you think of it, though, could you stop back some time to let me know how you’re doing? I’d like that. Again, I welcome you. Grab a cup of something comforting to drink and join me whenever you like. We need each other. With love from Portland
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