An Open Letter To Women With The Gift of Discerning Spirits

This letter won’t be for every woman. And it won’t even be for every Christian woman. This letter is for the rare woman who can discern spirits – in environments, people, social media accounts, in the grocery store, through a text message with no verbals, or passive aggressive comments. YOU, my dear, are extremely RARE. So, let’s go….

To the woman who can discern spirits I write,

These things say the woman who understands you AND your gift, “I know that you are wildly disliked simply because of what you can see. And not just what you can see, but for the simple fact that you see clearer.

How you prioritize presence over popularity, and you are hard to manipulate. They hate this. You see spirits go NUTS when you enter rooms. No one else even has a clue what that’s like.

Spirit of Lying? Check. Spirit of Leviathan? Check. Spirit of Infirmity? Check. Spirit of Divination? Yup. Perverse Spirit? Yep. Spirit of Haughtiness? Check. Spirit of Whoredoms? Yes.

You detect fruit. Even rotten fruit. You’re so sensitive, you can discern a spirit by how a person SMELLS. It’s a thing.

You don’t chase attention, but rather you guard your anointing. Anointing comes from oil. Oil comes from the pressing. The pressing is done in the secret place. So, they don’t understand your anointing OR your oil, because they don’t prioritize His presence.

You choose alignment over approval. The moment you stop being gullable to people’s games and charms, the manipulators stop being friendly. “Oh, she figured me out. Now I’m annoyed. Change strategy.”

You discern spirits, you don’t trust words. You’ve learned that over time. It’s not a defense mechanism, it’s a spiritual protection.

All of hell fears a discerning woman, not a loud, mouthy one. You have a lot say, but you speak what’s true with love, grace, & truth – far beyond what most are willing to accept. You are bitter to the sinful and taste like death to the spiritually dying.

You’re not impressed by gifts. You’re impressed by fruit. “Galatians 5 me” you say. The Holy Spirit’s fruit – not the kind the enemy tries to put in front of your face, so you will have a conversation with him.

The only conversation you have with the enemy is to sit him down in a chair and remind him who you are, whose you are, and by what authority in heaven and in the earth you do everything.

“Let me remind you who has dominion here. And it ain’t you.”

Intimacy with God requires distance from the unclean, so you stay to yourself, you create and cultivate your own way.

You don’t do crowds, you do covenants. You’re not looking for the masses over the majestic.

You choose the Secret Place over the social place.

You won’t trade being chosen for being popular. No, thank you.

You don’t sacrifice oil for applause, and you’re not distracted, you’re devoted. You’re NOT crazy. You’re consecrated.

They can’t handle your silence on certain topics or at certain times and call it pride, when it’s wisdom at its finest.

You’re useful as long as you play the culture game and a problem when you don’t.

You have gone from pushover to pillar in the house of our God. You’re not the most liked, you’re the most loyal.

You don’t need a “squad.” You need substance. And heaven knows you don’t need coffee dates. You need clarity.

Your appetite has changed. You crave fruit and alignment. You have a holy focus many would be wise to take note of.

You don’t entertain connections that keep you busy but spiritually barren.

You don’t need “friends” who treat you disrespectfully.

You say “no” to co-dependency or insecure attachment. Secure applicants only, please.

You’re covered and chosen.

Others are flashy, while you remain faithful.

You know how to worship AND war.

You don’t settle for shallows to escape your holy solitude.

You don’t beg for love, because you’re already anchored in it.

When others look at a person and see an angel, you see the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

You’re often in your solitude interceding for the wolves who act like sheep, so they don’t come under the judgment of Yahweh. But you’ve had dreams & seen visions. You’ve already seen what they choose. It’s only a matter of time, and all you can do is pray.

You are passion on steroids, but they call you intense. You’re deeply loving, but they are addicted to pain. You can see them. They can’t see you.

You want to communicate, they call you dramatic. You desire truth, they call you judgy.

This is not a light gift. Women AND men with this gift walk around with a different pair of eyes. Others won’t understand you. You must know this, and be comfortable in your own skin and spirit.

You’re confident, they call you arrogant. Truth-telling, they call you rude.

You’re the woman who can brush past someone in public and feel the spirit attached to that person. It happens often. No one would know. You pray for the woman with brown hair and blue eyes you saw by the tomatoes. Who knows what her name is? But you know Yahweh does.

Your world isn’t lonely. It’s lofty. As in, you are in it but not of it. This culture, that is. You operate in, take instructions from, see in, a different realm.

You don’t belong, and that’s okay. Because you’re a beautiful discerner of spirits.

The Lord bless you and keep you. Let she who has EYES SEE what the Spirit of God would SHOW her and she who has ears hear what He says.

I love you.”