Pride
Pride is a terrible thing.
A stubborn bent that keeps us reeling.
That which lies in wait to ruin beautiful plans of the Lord.
Pride is a terrible thing.
A stubborn bent that keeps us reeling.
That which lies in wait to ruin beautiful plans of the Lord.
Some of you have felt alone on a deserted island. Like a castaway lost at sea.
Woven within you are miracles waiting to happen. Special seasons already written in the book full of good works that have been stored up just for you.
There is but only one to which I must answer. Only one who can call me out of the quiver. It is His will that I must be sure I’m surrendering to.
As God began to move mightily in the ministry soon after we opened our local building, I began to experience major attacks from the enemy.
I remember when my husband handed me a book on healing my broken heart. I had no intentions of reading it and it sat on my bookshelf unread.
Psa 141:4 – Do not incline my heart to any evil thing, To practice wicked works with men who work iniquity; And do not let me eat of their delicacies.
This is no time to shrink back. You will have to face the giants of the day to set your people free.
When God is ruling there will always be evidence of Him at work. Everywhere Jesus went was healing, deliverance, the blind seeing, hearts bound up, and truth being dispensed.
What is it you long for?
My heart has been travailing for deepened worship.