Wednesday, July 30, 2014
I am Israel. When I pray for peace in Israel, I am also praying for peace upon myself, because my life reflects the conflict in Israel. I am spiritual Israel, as a covenant child of Yeshua whose people are the Jews. Constantly, those around me are trying to take what is mine. My land. My occupation. My children. My life. Like Israel, I am told by bystanders and authority figures to stop fighting. I wonder if they really understand that this request means to stop living, as well. Ceasefires are ordered and I almost take a breath and bask in the relief of the moment. But then it begins again, and I have no choice but to destroy every fire that comes against me. I must protect the children of God. I unearth the plans meant to destroy me. The secret tunnels. The hidden weapons. I know there are more, so I must remain vigilant. I must not grow complacent. I must pick up myself up and place myself in the shadow of the Almighty's wings when I am weary. For HE is with me. HIS rod and HIS staff guide me. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. I claim that He WILL prepare a banquet table for me in front of my enemies. He WILL restore my soul when I can fight no longer. I claim that NO weapon formed against me shall stand, and that the enemy WILL be confused and destroy himself from within. I speak directly to the demonic spirits of Jezebel and Ahab, and in the name of Jesus, I cover myself in the blood of the Lamb with a double portion of the spirit of Elijah to fight her. What HE has begun, HE is faithful to finish. Hallelujah! My Abba hates abuse. My Abba hates lies. My Abba hates the suffering of children--the children of Israel and the children of mine. It WILL be finished. Reign, Lion of Judah! Ride in on a white horse! We are ready!