Papa,
You always have the right tempo.
You are the grand Orchestrator of Life.
Come. Be the Conductor of my spirit.
Set my pace for peace...
Dear Jesus,
You are the Breaker that goes up before me.
You are at the head, leading the way.
You open a door for me that no one can close.
No matter what strength I have,
You keep Your Word, and fulfill Your promises.
You make waters in the wilderness,
And streams in the wasteland.
You trample upon serpents
and shut the mouths of lions...
Let's investigate this topic of the "thorn in the flesh." It's a big issue when it comes to healing. If we believe the thorn means disease, sickness, or infirmity, it's pretty hard to pray confidently for healing. After all, how would we know if God wants to heal, or if He wants to teach us a lesson and keep us humble? Can God even be good if He is purposefully willing sickness on us? Good questions. Let's dive in.
We declare our dependence on You. //
We stand grateful for the freedom to worship and honor You openly. //
Be Healing and Hope to our veterans. //
Breathe courage and protection over our troops. //
Break forth wellsprings of compassion and unity in our homeland; //
For every race, every color, and every creed. //
Bring peace and rest to every nation; to your world. //
We. Need. You...
Do you believe God is willing to heal you or that family member you're praying for? Do you believe it is God's will when you lock arms to pray? If not, I totally understand. But I want to tell you I believe you are missing a huge part of Jesus' heart for you.
Please take some time to read this all the way to the end. It is a lengthy post. But I believe it is critically important to the reboot, revival, and resurrection of the American church. Our Father wants vibrant life for us right here and now. Christianity was never meant to be a discussion about power. It was meant to display God's power. I realize this might mess with some of your theology...but I think its worth the risk. See you on the blog!
Today, I want to share a poem/prayer I wrote
in response to an anonymous poem called, "Stray."
You drew a line, a line in the sand.
You wrote it in blood, the love of The Lamb.
It can't be revoked, removed, or undone,
The Lamb who was slain conquered and won.
Depression must bow, despair must retreat.
Shame has been pierced, it falls at Your feet.
Does God always get His way? Is it God's will for acts of racism to take place? Is it God's will for unborn babies to die? Does God still work all things together for good? I wonder how many times we attribute things to God's will when in fact they are directly contradictory to His heart and will. I wonder if people can actually die before their time, before God wanted to call them home...let's dive in and talk about it.