Darlene Rose

Romans 1:1 Paul, a bondservant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle, separated to the gospel of God
vs 2 which He promised before through His prophets in the Holy Scriptures,
vs 3 concerning His Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who was born of the seed of David according to the flesh,
vs 4 and declared to be the Son of God with power according to the Spirit of holiness, by the resurrection from the dead.
vs 5 Through Him we have received grace and apostleship for obedience to the faith among all nations for His name,
vs 6 among whom you also are the called of Jesus Christ;

The Lord has a nickname for me.   “Silly Putty.”    I didn’t give it to myself, He did.   
He woke me one morning saying “Silly Putty, wake up!  Time to wake up.”   It felt like a playful tickle.    I share this very personal, very “silly,” thing between a Father and His daughter, because I felt impressed to.  (No pun intended, but He often does this too and I love it). 

There was a time when I would pray for others and I would “get” their symptoms.   Before I understood this,  I would get frustrated with those I prayed for if they did not do what was right (in my eyes) to get well.   I would begin to “fix” people.  

In my mind, without the right understanding of who I was, and what my function in the Kingdom of God was, this was my only solution.   Fix people, or else I get what they got!   

As I grew to learn this was not the way of the Lord,  but still without understanding,  I told the Lord “I don’t want to pray for others anymore.  I don’t want their stuff!”     

So, I didn’t pray for others. I felt sorry for them, but didn’t pray for them.   Consequently, the tangible presence of the Lord went away also.   

Several years later, I learned about intercession, and how the Lord uses me.  He would highlight a symptom of another, and I would feel it in my own body.  I would experience a portion of what they would go through, and in the midst of whatever the situation was, the Lord would give me the solution, or release, in the Spirit.   Others have been healed when I grabbed hold of this.   Answers were received when I just obeyed the Lord.    And the presence of the Lord was strong upon me.    

He never left me during the years I didn’t pray.  Only His thick, tangible, presence did. He used that time to reveal to me who He called me to be, and to show me that if I wanted His presence and power to flow out from me, I needed to acknowledge the gift inside me as Holy Spirit manifesting Christ.  

That’s why he gave me the nickname “Silly Putty”.     If any of you recall this “silly” children’s “toy” if you will,  you would remember it as a fleshy-colored piece of putty that you could roll around in your hand, make all kinds of weird shapes from it, divide it into several pieces, or press it upon the funny pages of the newspaper or comic books, and the image of whatever it was pressed upon was duplicated on the putty itself.    If you pressed the putty up against the image several times,  the ink from the image transferred onto the putty itself until, after awhile, there was almost no more identifiable image. Then you rolled up the putty in your hands, the image disappeared forever, and you would wonder where it went. 

I am that fleshy-colored piece of putty in His hands, for Him to mold, use, shape, divide into sections, roll around in His hand and press against the images of whatever and whomever He chooses, for His purposes alone.   The images are pressed onto my being and then He takes this piece of putty, rolls it up into a little ball, and the image is gone.   No longer to  be found. 

I had forgotten this recently.   I have been praying for someone else and I started to identify with her.   Soon, I was experiencing her symptoms.  These symptoms were frighteningly familiar and I identified with what brought her to the place she was in.  I could barely handle this.   I cried “Lord she is pressing against me.  Help!” He said “No, I’m pressing you against her.” 

One morning I was led to do a devotion in Romans.   “Great! I love Romans.  It’s ‘meaty’.”   

I read Paul’s introduction of his letter to the Romans and then I heard the Lord say “Stop!”  

“Stop?”  

“Yes.”

So I read again.   Then the revelation lightbulb went on. 

What would happen if the Body of Christ individually woke up every morning, declaring the day as a letter to be read?  Paul started his letters by stating who he was, what his role in the Kingdom of God was, his purpose, his mission, his call, and yet it was not about him at all.  It was all about the manifestation in the Church, of Christ as Lord.  

Darlene, a bond-servant of Christ Jesus, called to be Silly Putty the Priest and Prophetic Teacher,  Scribe, Dearly Beloved of the King and set apart for the gospel of the Kingdom He promised, for such a time as this, to manifest Christ Jesus, Lord,  who through the Spirit of holiness was declared with power to be the Son of God by his resurrection from the dead. Through Him and for his name’s sake, I received grace and a priestly call; as prophetic teacher and scribe;  as a watchman who watches for Him to come, and as one who calls forth His Bride-to-be, to be first a Bride and to rise up out of the wilderness and into the Kindgom of the Lord, declaring that it is at hand.  And you also are among those who are called to belong to Jesus Christ. “Wake up. It’s time to wake up risin’ and shinin’”