Stepping Out in RED Shoes!
- Day 133 -
Dad, I need your help!
Let's do this together.
After a good night's sleep, I practically jumped out of bed and immediately headed to the prayer closet. Yesterday's exhortation to pray through this divine vision of mine was like filling up an empty car with gas -- my engine was revving and ready to go! Today is the last day of my official assignment to "pull forth" that vision from the spirit realm into the natural.
"LORD," I announced,
"I'm going to need
Your help today -- big time!
Let's give it ONE GREAT BIG YANK
and PULL IT into being!"
It was an interesting morning of prayer, to say the least. I know some of you are wondering, "Just what did you do?" But some details are meant to stay in the closet. -- They're between me and God. I will say this, though... It was much easier than I thought.
I put on my armor, cleared the atmosphere
of hindering spirits, removed strongholds,
and called forth those things that aren't as
if they are. I stirred up some things, woke
someone up in the spirit, and spoke out
instructions that crossed oceans.
There's something to be said about knowing "It's done!" -- that your task is complete -- that the assignment is over. There's nothing more required of me. It's all up to God now. But my time in the prayer closet was not over with that. God had more on His agenda. He moved on to the next piece of business as if it were merely the natural flow of things.
Suddenly He began to download
revelation after revelation to me.
-- Visions -- Books -- Messages -- Prayer Requests --
We moved on to the "next thing"
without skipping a beat.
Good thing I had a notebook and pen with me to jot down my next assignment! I stepped out of that prayer closet in my RED Shoes excited, overwhelmed, gloriously radiating from His presence. I'm sitting here in Starbucks, now, trying to write it out and make sense of it all, but it's no use.
I'm in a wonderful mess of His glory today.
I guess this is how we celebrate
a divine project completed!
In RED shoes,
Gail
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