Every time I called upon the name of Jesus this morning, I felt lighter and lighter in my spirit. A could feel the tears fill my eyes as I had a silent release of absolute gratitude. My God, I thank You.
Tears don't always fall where sorrow is attached.
I’ve had a good week, from Sunday to Sunday, yet I pray, often.
I’ve not been down-trodden nor has my heart felt heavy.
I've made the early mornings my consistent encounter times with my Father, and I feel equipped.
My household is aligning as we work to keep things moving upward.
There is no cloud of sadness that makes me hang my head or lack focus.
All of my innate needs are met and many of the things I desire have been granted unto to me.
My mind has been restored, and I ask for the grace to maintain it, daily.
Peace is my portion even when storms arise.
Hell trembles when He breathes breath into my body and my feet begin to move in bed each morning… “she’s up again…”
To the natural eye, all is well, yet there is always war in the spiritual realm and things that I may not discern on my own...yet.
Pray.
Even when calmer times are present, I pray and follow the directives given. The enemy always has a plan, and this is my way to stay ahead ensuring no thing sent for my nor my family’s depletion shall prosper.
Today after church, The Spirit rested on me, heavily, to pray in every area of my home. To anoint each space aligning with what shall stay and rebuking and uprooting everything that MUST flee. I marked every door and handle. Every pillow. The stairwells and the archways. I lifted up the name of Jesus as I walked about and I moved my hands, high above and outstretched, as I did the work entrusted to me.
Every now and then, The Spirit instructs us to do things out of routine. Out of the ordinary. To open a closed mouth. To have praise upon an otherwise complaining lip. To change a seated posture to one that moves about. To release an inward prayer to flow from ones heart. And I did just that.
Hell has no place to reside where Kingdom dwells. I will continue to call upon the name of The Lord. He is my Strong Tower.
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
And today, as prayer concluded, I rested in perfect peace with my latte and apples. God has me tucked away and is protecting me while He continues to work on my heart.
I don’t understand the why nor when, yet when it’s launch time, Jesus shall direct every aspect because it is my life for God's will.
Let there be no guessing about who sustains me. His name is Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
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