february eleven, two thousand eight.

its interesting how God often takes you from one extreme to another. i was thinking earlier about how i believed for a few years way back when that prayer didn't matter, that it doesn't change things, isn't important, and shouldn't ever be practiced. now he's got me believing that im a priest who ministers with him to the Father, whose pure and lovely, and whose cries for mercy are answered instantly. if you had asked me 8 or so years ago if i believed that my prayers shift the heavens, bind demons, and mobilize angels, i would have laughed in your face. hah, well look at me now...im an intercessor crazy. as in, if you tell me my prayers don't instantly shift the heavens and that im not a priest who stands beside christ in intercession to the father, i will laugh in your face...and then pray for you of course. God surely looks out for his own. and he's so faithful. always faithful.