my heart. { breathing in and out Your grace. }

{ from my journal a few weeks ago. : ] }

Lord, deplete me of myself so that I may live only for You. I want to become fully satisfied in Your presence, and desire nothing more or less than to be fully, completely immersed in Your Spirit.

Awaken my dry bones. Ignite my apathy with a fresh burst of Your all-consuming fire. I want You. I need You. I am desperate for Your touch. I no longer want to live for myself, but for You alone.

Give me passion, so that I may be a willing sacrifice to awaken and strengthen the faith of this broken world around me.

Give me strength to run relentlessly after You, without giving a thought to my comfort or desires.

It’s all about You, not about me. I die to myself, so I may live fully in You. I want to walk so deeply in Your Spirit and so in tune with Your voice, that I radiate Your love and joy to each and every person I come into contact with.

Open my eyes to divine appointments so I may encounter You, and be a catalyst for Your Spirit to be made known on this earth. I am a vessel, a bondservant for Your call.

I give my hands to You.

I give my eyes to You.

I give my feet to You.

May each atom in my body exist for nothing less than to scream praise to You, and radiate Your fiery, holy light to a world so desperate for Your saving grace. I no longer want to live a normal life. I am fed up with the ordinary.

I am desperate to have Your healing, saving, power flow out of me and into the earth. I am desperate to see revival break out and shake this generation.

I want to change the world. I want to make an impact so deep that Your name will be known to the ends of the earth.

I am desperate to see miracles, signs, and wonders baffle the minds of the doubtful in this generation, so they may undeniably see Your power. I no longer will live in apathy. I will stretch myself, exhaust myself, and give myself away for Your sake.

Bring revival. Bring fire. Bring love. Bring miracles. Bring Your presence. Show Your face.

Come, Lord Jesus. Come. I am Yours. I am ready now. Do what You will.

& { a martyred Zimbabwe pastor’s prayer. }

I’m part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I’m a disciple of His. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean in his presence, walk by patience, am uplifted by prayer, and I labor with power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions are few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed.

I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the enemy, pander at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won’t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go ’til He comes, give ’til I drop, preach ’til all know, and work ’til He stops me. And, when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My banner will be clear.

{ greater things have yet to come. } the glory of this present house will be greater than the glory of the former house. – haggai 2:9.

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