Dear Brothers and Sisters in the Lord,
I am humbly inspired to use the giftedness God has imbued into my heart. Although, sometimes I feel attacked by the enemy, but its nothing a little storming the gates of heaven and a bit of intercessory with my church family can't fix. I just tell myself I'm a priceless treasure, even if only a foot in the body of Christ. I rest in the glorious joy of the Lord, going deeper with God, being open to the Spirit, and coming into agreement with other prayer warriers, while we wait for the prophetic inspiration of the new wine to go to the next level. I rebuke the curse of Adam, I do not receive it. Because, Glory be, I have the anointing and my mantle is secure, I've found the Lord & have the Victory! My spirit is renewed every time I get a dose of the Holy Ghost. God forbid I end up an old wineskin. I mean, WWJD?
Please forgive me for the following blasphemy of our sacred Christian lingo. I feel led to exhort the holy rollers who abuse christianese in the world and among the flock. There's a check in my spirit that exposing the over-use of our jargon for the foreign tongue that it is, will not only help us to laugh at ourselves but also spurn us to fellowship as a congregation in a more practical way. Take no offense, this is all in fun!
I feel called to press in, that my works bear fruit and boldly confess the good news as a sanctified Born-again should. Furthermore, I feel moved to take a leap of faith and exegete from the scriptures on a level heathens might finally understand us. Can I get a witness?! May the Lord set me on fire and I pray God will open a door if it be His will!
I feel called to press in, that my works bear fruit and boldly confess the good news as a sanctified Born-again should. Furthermore, I feel moved to take a leap of faith and exegete from the scriptures on a level heathens might finally understand us. Can I get a witness?! May the Lord set me on fire and I pray God will open a door if it be His will!
I am humbly inspired to use the giftedness God has imbued into my heart. Although, sometimes I feel attacked by the enemy, but its nothing a little storming the gates of heaven and a bit of intercessory with my church family can't fix. I just tell myself I'm a priceless treasure, even if only a foot in the body of Christ. I rest in the glorious joy of the Lord, going deeper with God, being open to the Spirit, and coming into agreement with other prayer warriers, while we wait for the prophetic inspiration of the new wine to go to the next level. I rebuke the curse of Adam, I do not receive it. Because, Glory be, I have the anointing and my mantle is secure, I've found the Lord & have the Victory! My spirit is renewed every time I get a dose of the Holy Ghost. God forbid I end up an old wineskin. I mean, WWJD?
No Jesus, no peace but I know Jesus & I know peace. It's not a religion, it's a relationship. My father is a Jewish carpenter for heaven sake! Therefore, I have a burden to plant seed for the harvest. I just need to carry my cross, plead the blood and take my thoughts captive so I don't end up a lukewarm backslider drowning in a lake of hell fire.
As I was fasting in supplication for inner transformation, seeking the mind of God, meditating in reverence of the Word, there was a quickening in my spirit that convicted me. I realized I was wandering in the wilderness, being tested by fire so that my testimony will touch the hearts of the unbelievers to set them free so they will be free indeed. We've got to turn or burn from our worldly ways. For we are all redeemed by the blood of the lamb, with forgiveness and without condemnation, we are restored.
I have a higher calling. I can do all things with mustard seed faith that moves mountains. By faith and not by sight, I believe the Lord works in mysterious ways-- especially in my prayer closet during devotions. Sometimes I just get so slain in the spirit my heart overflows with joy and peace that surpass all understanding. My cup runs over whenever I lay hold of the promise. All I have to do is name it & claim it or blab it & grab it and wait for the windows of heaven to pour out the blessing. Everything happens for a reason and God doesn't give us more than we can handle, right?!
I confess, even I burn with righteous anger when I don't see fruits of the spirit. I constantly remind myself to hate the sin and love the sinner. So I'm encouraged by rhema word to walk in truth and let my light shine to illuminate the revelations of spiritual warfare. To be salt of the earth I have to drink living water!
I hope I've been able to minister to your spirit, that my words won't return void in your walk. As I am in the way, I hope God ordains and prospers you for the mission field. I'm blessed to be a blessing. Lord willing, I am just clay in the potters hands and pray the Lord will use me as his leaky vessel to manifest his presence when I lay hands on you and anoint you.
Hallelujah! This is the great commission of the five fold ministry! If we expect to see the incarnation during the latter rain, avoid the mark of the beast, and be caught up in the rapture; we must put on the armor of God. We must enter Sabbath rest to see the shekinah glory and avoid the tribulation of Armageddon. The trinity was presented at Calvary and justified the immaculate conception! The lost are edified in the assembly of his disciples, not with speaking in tongues but by partaking eating and drinking the body of Christ. Sinners get salvation and will be welcomed through the pearly gates if they repent at the alter call and are baptized in the Holy Spirit. When we ask Jesus into our Hearts, we become his sheep and stay in his grip. With our prayer language we can reach the world and convert the unsaved.
I have a prayer request. Let us start a prayer chain and say grace so that we can have peace about this:
Dear gracious and loving big man in the sky,
I beseech you & I bow my heart. Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies, surround us with a hedge of protection, send us with your traveling mercies,cover us with your blood, help those who cannot help themselves, and help those poor in spirit because cleanliness is next to Godliness and all men are created equal in the body of Christ for the pursuit of happiness.
God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change and wisdom to know the difference. It weighs heavily on our hearts, Father God, help us to fulfill our calling, to pray-in the manifestation of a charismatic revival of the saints--and especially for our youth and small groups. Bury our sins at the bottom of the sea of forgetfulness.
Fill the God-size hole in our hearts and wash away our iniquities. Give us the manna from heaven, let us not partake of forbidden fruit, cause us to overflow in your abundance and sustain us with your blessed assurance. Let us abide in the fear of the Lord to have real spirit filled encounter retreats in tent revivals to learn how to become fishers of men that win souls. Empower us not to drink cuss or chew or go out with those who do.
Transform our old man into a new man and give us deliverance from our sin-nature into the land flowing with milk and honey. Allow us to prosper in the year of jubilee, to bring in the seekers for your kingdom come, because we know you will make a way. May we get all we can, can all we get, and sit on the lid. God is good, all the time. God is great, I pray the Lord my soul to take. May we rest in peace. Amen
I beseech you & I bow my heart. Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies, surround us with a hedge of protection, send us with your traveling mercies,cover us with your blood, help those who cannot help themselves, and help those poor in spirit because cleanliness is next to Godliness and all men are created equal in the body of Christ for the pursuit of happiness.
God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change and wisdom to know the difference. It weighs heavily on our hearts, Father God, help us to fulfill our calling, to pray-in the manifestation of a charismatic revival of the saints--and especially for our youth and small groups. Bury our sins at the bottom of the sea of forgetfulness.
Fill the God-size hole in our hearts and wash away our iniquities. Give us the manna from heaven, let us not partake of forbidden fruit, cause us to overflow in your abundance and sustain us with your blessed assurance. Let us abide in the fear of the Lord to have real spirit filled encounter retreats in tent revivals to learn how to become fishers of men that win souls. Empower us not to drink cuss or chew or go out with those who do.
Transform our old man into a new man and give us deliverance from our sin-nature into the land flowing with milk and honey. Allow us to prosper in the year of jubilee, to bring in the seekers for your kingdom come, because we know you will make a way. May we get all we can, can all we get, and sit on the lid. God is good, all the time. God is great, I pray the Lord my soul to take. May we rest in peace. Amen
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