My family and I now live on an intersection.  People walk, ride bikes, and drive through it everyday.  It has provided for me the canvas and background for my prayers:  anyone who passes through experiences an intersection of their life with the presence of God.  Wherever they are at in their journey in life, far or near to Him, my prayers are that they would experience a fresh outpouring of His love for them.  I pray for angels to be stationed over every house along the street.  I pray darkness to flee:  regret, anger, hatred, violence, addiction, depression, and all kinds of evil spirits are cast from the neighborhood.  I claim this ground to be holy in Jesus’ name.

For those who pass through, I pray new thoughts.  New thoughts about God and His love for them.  New insights into the plans He has in store for them.  I release His goodness over their lives, over their families, over their jobs, and futures.  He has so much in store for each of us, if we would but have the ears to hear.  I pray burdens lifted; foul thoughts averted, and as they pass through, they would feel such a moment of refreshment that they’d leave inspired.

Who knows the paths of thoughts?  Who knows from where they come or where they go?  I’ve had thoughts I didn’t invite before, harmful thoughts.  Thoughts that brought nothing good with them to my mind.  Thoughts that did not encourage or build me up in any way.  One day it hit me that this was an attack.  So in a strange way I realized if the enemy can do this to me, what can the Holy Spirit do for me and others?  In the end, I want to know His thoughts more than my own, and surely more than the enemy’s.  1 Corinthians 2:11-16.

I want to be old friends with the Holy Spirit, I want Him to fill every corner of my being and my home.  I know some of what lives near us now, con-artists and thieves are the most prevalent and I try to walk in wisdom in all my actions and conversations with my neighbors.  But I also move to advance while protecting my family and neighbors.

I have not forgotten the last place we lived.  I still pray revival over that street: an outpouring of the love of God so great that it changes everything, may His name be praised.  It is actually because of what happened there that inspires me to take it to another level.  I don’t know of any limits, so if I’m going to pray, I’m going to do it full on crazy.

Ephesians 3:20-21 states,  “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…“  Might as well make Him work for it.  To quote Han Solo, “I don’t know, I can imagine a lot.”

I write this in hopes that it may encourage others in their battle against fear during these days.  If these posts are not encouraging to you then please stop reading them.  If they give you a new perspective to understand the world around you that you may have never considered before, then amen.  I told a friend of mine that I write to fight.  This is my own small way to combat fear by reminding myself what He has done in my own life.  He works in all of us differently but always powerfully.

May you find encouragement in these days to continue following after Him, Romans 12:2.  Till the day He comes again my friends, Jesus be with you.