"The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised." (Luke 4:18)
It hurts so bad you know. I have to let this person go!
I'm not putting up with this mess!
All it gives me is terrific stress!
God! Don't you see; I can't give him another chance! It ain't in me.
I'm tired of dealing with them. Tired of praying! Tired of bending a knee!
They've hurt me again and again. I want them OUT of MY LIFE! Out from under my skin!
I can't stand the pain! I can no longer maintain!
I go to my secret closet place-my prayer station, where I lament and berate.
You tell me not to hate. You're the one who put 'THIS' particular person on my plate.
You comfort me. Then, you tell me to intercede, love and wait!
"It's not time for me to give up your prayerful wake.
His SOUL is at stake!
It's going to take what it takes!
Remember your grandfather and Godparents who prayed you into the Kingdom for my sake!
Now, I'm using you 'mightily' in Jesus' name, by faith!
No one would have said, "You'd end up in the ministry, They all thought you'd end up dead."
But, I knew the gifts and calling I had for you instead!
My ways are not your ways!
Get prayed up! Forgive him! Plead the Blood of Jesus over his days.
Trust me to transform his evil ways!
The devil's a liar!" So, stand in the gap for his salvation anyway!
"And he saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor: therefore his arm brought salvation unto him; and his righteousness, it sustained him." (Isaiah 59:16)
You are on assignment-so fast and pray!
Dear Pastor Glovioell,
I was headed out the door with my suitcase packed. I was so 'through' with my husband.
I was praying for years. Things got worse the more I prayed. The funniest thing happened! As soon has a put my hand on the front door knob, the Spirit of the Lord said, "Don't do that!"
I tried to brush it off. I reached for the knob again. The same, still small voice said, "Go Back!" I wasn't in danger-I had not been abused. I was well-taken care of. There was no other woman. I was frustrated by his lack of reverence for God.
I fell on my knees in tears and asked God, "How long?" He told me to go to the Book of Hosea. It is a story of a prophet in Israel who the Lord tells to go marry a whore. It shows God working in the 'worse' situations to draw his people. I put my clothes back in the closet.
You can do all things through Christ who gives you strength. (Philippians 4:13).