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Those who hope in the Lord

  • Jan 2, 2022
  • 2 min read

Thank You Father in all things great and small, for You are taking me to new heights in understanding the Heart of God and to know humility in being a carrier of Your Presence.

Thank You for the highs and even the lows, for You are showing me power to move in the transition, and be transformed.


Thank You for taking me from the shallows into the deep from where I get to know You, and cannot but love You.


Thank You for showing me where I am for You, hot not cold, for lukewarm does not cut it.

Thank You for the past seasons that Holy Spirit has shown me how to do life better for the present, to have a hope and future.


Thank You for leading me in the path of faith, for fear is not my friend, but foe.

Thank You that in all things I test to see the truth in it, if You Heavenly Father are in it, and not the counterfeit, the father of lies.


Thank You Holy Spirit that I am able to invite You to examine my heart to see there are no bitter roots in me, for from it many are defiled instead of blessed.


Thank You for Your Grace, my Sufficiency to disentangle me from woes to enter into Your Rest, Your Peace.


Thank You Father I am able to render to ‘Caesar’ what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s, those times of reaping that which I have sown into good soil, and not mammon.


Thank You Father that I am the head and not the tail, for the authority I have to trample on the enemy is not my own but is through Jesus, no longer am I powerless, but a victor.

Thank You Father for the restoration of my birth right that Adam lost, but now won through Jesus.


Thank You Father that I am soaring like the eagle, running and not weary, walking and not faint, hope no longer deferred, but strengthened through my choice to hope in the Lord.

Thank You Father for I hear that abundance of rain already falling, the Sound of the Trumpet of the Lord, the call to another year filled with the blessings of gain not lack, plenty not empty, the fattened lamb not famine, feasting not poverty, the storehouse that spills over with no want, because my Provider of all things, is the Lord.



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