Anointing or accessory

We’ve dressed the anointing of God like jewelry—something to wear on Sundays, to match our mood or our music, to accent our spiritual appearance. We treat it like a delicate accessory, something optional, ornamental, easy to remove when comfort calls or culture presses.

But hell does not see it that way.

Satan has never mistaken the anointing for decoration.

He sees it for what it is:

a weapon forged in heaven, soaked in fire, and sharpened in secret.

It is the oil of crushing, the fragrance of obedience, the mark of those who have wrestled in the dark and still said “yes” to the light.

The anointing isn’t a shimmer we add to our shine.

It’s the very evidence that God is upon us—a mantle of war, a seal of calling, the fire that makes hell tremble and heaven move.

Oh, Church—

Wake up. Rise up. Wipe the oil from your eyelids and place it back upon your head.

Wear it not like perfume, but like armor.

Don’t flaunt it—wield it.

Don’t store it—pour it.

Don’t treat it as optional—treat it as essential.

Because while we play pretty with power,

The enemy plots in terror of those who realize:

This oil was never meant to accessorize our lives—

It was meant to transform them.

To break yokes.

To open prison doors.

To speak life to dry bones.

To call down glory.

The anointing isn’t just what rests on us.

It’s what flows through us—

when we finally understand

it’s not a symbol of status—

it’s the sign of surrender.

And in surrendered hands,

it becomes unstoppable.