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Praying Like a Rock Star

Why do we like Rock Stars? And why do so many want to be one, but never get there?

Rock stars become stars- because they hit the nail on the head (somewhere) they are hitting on what people are feeling, experiencing, wanting & desiring!

Yesterday I asked the Holy Spirit to lead and guide me”¦Yes I was seriously talking to HIM (Holy Spirit, come, please lead and guide me!”

Now that prayer is not in our bibles but, I did it anyway. I know He is a PERSON not a thing! I then prayed for my someone, and prayed what I felt LED to pray, vs what my brain wanted to pray (which is always safe, and not risky!!)

That person was moved to tears- and God touched him, because of that prayer. It was God! (His WILL being manifested through my prayer time). The Lord literally showed me how that person was feeling, and I said it out loud.

That, to me, is praying like a Rock Star! Not for money, not for fame, but many people just do what they know people need from them (and become famous, as a result). Jesus was one of them. In Fact, He showed us the way!

Father, give us more of this we pray! We hunger and thirst after you, Father God. We hunger and thirst, after you! I ask you to touch every person out there today- who is led to pray a certain way, but their mind is questioning things. Set them free Father, from the chains that bind and Free their Mind! Help them to be Brave Father, and pray the way your Spirit leads them to pray. In Jesus’ mighty name!” Amen

Laura Grace, Author, Grace to Grow.

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