My newest prayer is simple: “Lord, settle it.” Settle my mind. Settle my heart. Settle my spirit. Teach me to walk in peace instead of anxiety, and faith instead of fear. 🤍
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Spiritual warfare 101 - No matter how overwhelmed you “feel” inside, never show the devil. You see, the devil is NOT Omniscient, so he does not know all things. The things he knows about us are things said and spoken of us. Or the things we let out from our mouths ourselves or by our reactions and actions. So while you may be overwhelmed in your soul, the way he gets to know is from your reaction. And because he is a wicked and oppressive entity, when he knows where it hurts, he robs it in the more.
But responding in praise confounds him. This is exactly the rationale behind the idea that praise confuses the enemy. Because he can’t understand why his onslaught is not causing you to give up and give in.
So beloved saints of God, regardless how you feel right now, find a way to release your praise !
“14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.”
Psalm 71:14.
You are BLESSED 🙂
Someone said the HC this year is not so loud. I saw another post talking about how it has not been so much about “prayers for things”.
I came across another post of a lady that said she doesn’t feel like joining this year, again, I suppose because is not so much hype about “dressing your miracles” and “requests”.
In my understanding of the ways of God and in my dealings with the things of God, this is probably the right HC to join.
I don’t know how to pray for things because I often feel I will ask far below what is possible. So, I just pray for every other Kingdom stuffs aside from asking for things.
So, this might properly be the best HC to have those long lasting desires of your heart granted!
I called a married lady who was owing me money, but she didn't pick my calls.
I called 10 times more, still no answer. Knowing that her husband was not at home, I decided to send her this message:
"Hi Lady, I'm not calling for the money. I just wanted to tell you that 2 girls were fighting over your husband in town today. It was a big match and he was just there watching, until one of the girl managed to escape into his car and they drove off".
After some minutes, she called me but I ignored her. She kept calling and I found 21 missed calls from her and a message which read:
Where was the fight❓️
Where did they go?❓️
Did you Noticed those girls❓️
Please tell me, I am falling apart."
I just read and didn't respond. She called again, 5 times and I didn't answer, then another message from her:
"I have your money, please can we meet, so you tell me more❓️"
Then i replied, "Okay, you can send it via payshap so that I can pass by the garage to refil, then I will pick you and drive you to one of the Girl's bouse because I know them."
After 2 mins, I checked my account balance, my money was fully paid.
I then switched off my phone and slept like a baby.
This January you need to be sharp.
I was homeless for six months in 2011. I slept in my car. I used to park behind a small church because it was dark and quiet. I thought nobody knew I was there. Every morning, I’d wake up, drive to a gas station to wash my face, and go to work (yes, I had a job, just couldn't afford rent). One night, it was freezing. 10 degrees. My car wouldn't start to run the heater. I was shivering so hard my teeth hurt. I saw the back door of the church open. A janitor came out to dump the trash. He saw my car. He saw me huddled in the front seat. He didn't call the cops. He didn't come over and tap on the window. He just walked back to the door, unlocked it, and propped it open with a small rock. Then he turned on the hallway light and left. I waited ten minutes. Then I ran inside. It was warm. There was a couch in the lobby. There was a bathroom with hot water. I slept there every night for the rest of the winter. Every night, the rock was there. I never met the janitor. I never thanked him. I’m back on my feet now. I have a house. I have a bed. But every year on the first snow, I donate a check to that church. I write "For the heating bill" in the memo line. Sometimes the loudest way to love your neighbor is to say nothing at all.
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