People gave me prophetic words that made me feel really great, but they were a small footnote in the volumes-long love letter that God had been writing to me. Since what God had to say to me was the meat that fed my identity, I viewed what everyone else had to say as side dishes and desserts. I felt the same way about the things that I saw. They were neat and fun to look at, but I cared much less about them than what God had to say about them.
