I share this for somebody who woke up, fed up, messed up and tired. I am sharing this for you who feel as if nothing you do, works and no matter how you pray, you cannot seem to get ahead. Youâ€™re staring at your vision board and the anger coursing through you, wants to rip it up. Youâ€™re reading over your book, for the tenth time, and it still doesnâ€™t feel right. Youâ€™re counting the ticket sales, of your event, and theyâ€™re still at the same low as when you counted them ten minutes ago. Youâ€™ve paid for advertisements, youâ€™ve shared the plans, youâ€™ve spent the money and still nothing. You stepped out on faith and the enemy wants to make you believe, it was a mistake. Youâ€™ve given up the alcohol and now youâ€™re contemplating taking one drink. Youâ€™ve deleted all the folk in your phone but the mindset, youâ€™re currently in, has you thinking about calling somebody to take the pain away; only if it is temporary. Donâ€™t do it. Donâ€™t give up. Donâ€™t throw in the towel. Donâ€™t stop believing in the purpose God has placed the inside of you. Why not? Because Iâ€™m praying for you.
And beloved, my prayer for you today is simple â€¦ As you stand under an open Heaven, may you receive a fresh wind of anointing that shall hit your house, so heavy the windows shake. May the grace of a living God, saturate you like youâ€™ve been caught in the thunderstorm without an umbrella. May Godâ€™s will for your life, be so clear, youâ€™ll think itâ€™s your new glasses when itâ€™s all God.
May this week be the beginning of everything your faith has worked for. May God show up, in your life, so fast and on time, itâ€™ll have you speaking in tongue; for the first time. May God allow the blessing, only He could perform, be so big that itâ€™ll feel like an earthquake that shifted your house. May this minute, for all that are in your rightful place, be your last minute of minimum.
May this Monday, be the last Monday you find yourself missing out. May this be your last memory of having to ask people to borrow. May this be your last time going to bed hungry, unless itâ€™s by choice. May this be your last time ever thinking God doesnâ€™t hear the cry of the righteous. May this be the moment you walk, boldly, into the open door of your harvest. Iâ€™m praying for you, my brother and my sister because there shall be no soul left behind.Â
But I have prayed for you, that your faith may not fail; and you, when once you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.Luke 22:32