Good Morning Sunshine! The Oil Remembers & Your Pressing Has A Purpose!

Isaiah 53:11 (KJV) ~ “He shall see of the travail of his soul and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.”

God has not forgotten your pressing. He has not overlooked your labor, your obedience, your quiet ‘yes’ in the dark. The oil that He is drawing from your life remembers every moment of travail. Every drop carries the weight of what you endured and the fragrance of what you overcame. This oil is not wasted, it is weighty. It is sacred and it will speak on your behalf when your voice cannot. Your pressing was not punishment it was preparation.

Pressing is never comfortable, but it is always purposeful. You can’t get oil from an olive until it’s crushed. You can’t release the anointing of Heaven until your flesh is surrendered to the weight of God’s hand. And yet, somehow, in the middle of the press, it’s easy to feel forgotten. Like no one sees the crushing. Like the long nights, the quiet prayers, the hidden sacrifices, and the lonely obedience are all lost in the silence. But here is the comfort of the Holy Spirit today: The oil remembers! Heaven keeps record of what cost you everything. The oil you now carry is not cheap. It remembers what it took to flow. It remembers the agony of surrender. It remembers the nights you almost gave up. And because it remembers, it speaks, it speaks of the glory, of the growth, of the grace, and of God!

Isaiah 53:11 says, “He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied…” Jesus endured the press of Gethsemane and the suffering of Calvary, not in vain, but for redemptive Glory. In the same way, your pressing has eternal value. God doesn’t allow pain without producing purpose. You may not understand it now, but you will by and by, because your oil is preaching sermons your mouth never will. It is interceding for others through your mere presence. It is speaking healing in rooms where words aren’t necessary. Why? Because pressed oil carries memory. And what the enemy thought would destroy you actually became the reservoir for someone else’s breakthrough. You survived betrayal, heartbreak, abandonment, and spiritual warfare, not just for your own elevation, but to carry oil for others. That oil is sacred. It was drawn from consecration, not convenience. It was pulled from prayer closets, not platforms. You must never let the enemy make you feel like your crushing was meaningless.

Heaven never wastes obedience. Every step, every cry, every “yes” in the fire was recorded. You’re not just anointed; you are authentically pressed. And there is a difference between surface oil and surrendered oil. Surface oil fades. Surrendered oil remains. It lingers. It transforms. It glorifies God. So today, lift your head. You are not forgotten. You are not random. You are not behind. You are remembered by your oil, and by the God who drew it out of you with care. Let your life continue to release the fragrance of the press. Let your testimony remain soaked in the purity of surrender. Because the oil remembers, and the Heaven is rejoicing! When you the Word of God, you need to speak life over yourself and your family. Speak this out loud of your mouth.  I declare that my pressing has purpose. I am not wasted; I am not overlooked. I am anointed through the fire. My oil remembers my pain, and it also carries the power. I do not carry convenience; I carry consecration.

What crushed me could not cancel me. Your oil will flow in rooms where my words may fail, and it will fulfill God’s purpose in your life and in the lives of others. You carrying sacred oil and it Remembers everything! There is a sacred memory in the anointing you now carry. Your oil knows where it came from. It remembers the nights you didn’t think you would make it. It remembers the sacrifices no one clapped for. And it remembers the way God met you when no one else could. So, pause today. Reflect. What does your oil know that others may never see? Have you honored it? Have you embraced the process that gave birth to it? Your oil is not for vanity, it’s for victory. Your journey has purpose. Your pressing was a pathway. And your oil is a living testimony. You don’t have to shout it; the oil already speaks.

Let’s Pray:
Thank You for seeing me in the press. Thank You for keeping record of the places I was broken, bent, and burdened, and for using every part of it for Your glory. Today, I choose to remember that my oil is not ordinary, it is costly, sacred, and heavy with purpose. Remind me, God, that every time I said “yes” in the dark, You were drawing something deeper from within me. Every tear, every sacrifice, every silent battle You saw it all. Father, let my oil never be wasted. Let me not cover the very thing You are trying to use to pour out healing on others. Let me not despise the seasons that crushed me, for they were the very vessels that poured out power. I ask You to continue to anoint me with oil that speaks, oil that remembers what it took to flow, and oil that gives You glory with every drop. Let my life reflect the beauty of Your process. Let my scars drip with oil. Let my story carry power. I don’t want to be known by success; I want to be known by surrender. And I trust You with the weight of what You’ve given me to carry. Teach me how to steward this anointing well. Guard my heart from pride, and my hands from withholding what You want to release. Father, when I am tempted to complain about the crushing, remind me of the fragrance You are forming. When I am weary from the pressing, anoint me with endurance and remind me that glory is forming in the shadows. Even in the places I’ve longed to forget, the oil is still speaking, redeeming the pain and turning it into purpose. I thank You that nothing was wasted, not one moment, not one battle, not one private breaking. Father, I offer You my whole self again, not just the parts that shine, but the pieces that were shattered. Use the oil of my past to heal someone else’s present. Use the lessons I’ve learned in the dark to ignite light for someone else’s path. Use my pressing to fuel revival, to birth worship, and to bring fresh oil to those who feel dry and forgotten. God, make me a trustworthy vessel. Make me one who reverences the oil, who guards it, honors it, and pours it when You say pour. Let my oil not be wasted on performance or pride, but poured out like Mary’s alabaster box, costly, precious, and without hesitation. I declare that my pressing was not punishment, it was prophetic. And I declare that my life will never stop flowing with the memory of what You’ve done for me. In the name of Jesus, I receive fresh oil, renewed strength, and a deeper understanding of Your glory. Let Your anointing drip from every part of my life and let it be said of me, “This one remembered who kept them in the press.” In the Name of Jesus Chris, I pray, Amen!

Blessings…
Love, Dr. Jean