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I have been overwhelmed by the spirit of the Lord, I was stunned & weak at his presence, I realise how small I am in the scheme of things.' here I only open my mouth for his glory, and the good of the nations.'
God bless you all.'
I added the and today, often my thoughts are in turmoil as the flesh struggles to relay the message received, I find I often come back to clarify my writes, when I have adjusted my self awareness.'
Keep silent before Me, O islands and let the people renew their strength
Let them come near; then let them speak; let us come near together
To judgement. Isaiah ch 41 verse 1
March the 13th 1996, I was driving along, thinking of how some people were affected by traumatic events in childhood and how some overcame setbacks to become role models/leaders even, the thought made me 'feel hope' this was after years of denial, that there was a satanic influence in everyday life yet now I was facing.and considering the idea that such events could be of satanic motivation in order to stunt or even deny 'the world' of helpful statesmen/women & role models.'
Very shortly maybe seconds after,this very thought; the radio station I was tuned to announced they were interrupting the schedule to breaking news of a terrible shooting at the
town of Dunblane, in the primary school, as more details emerged I pulled over and although stunned
and dismayed, I was hearing the way this was being viewed in a sanitized way, a matter of fact thing, just a madman.' I punched the dash tears were in my eyes, I felt an evilness I could almost taste, pulling my thoughts together I realised if I believed that which I was thinking on moments before the news flash, I must pray against this act, and as well as praying for all there, I wanted the Lord to bring all the children being
brutalised here, through this, and those who were destined for greatness to reach their potential.' I knew this was why? a relatively 'obscure school' rather than a prestigious one was attacked.. My thought was 'who' was in there that was the specific target.'
I prayed intensively & above all; for that child,
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2016
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