I expect to have powerful divine appointments today to heal the sick, raise the dead, prophesy life and lead people to CHrist, to bring deliverance, to release signs and wonders and to bless every place that I go. (the scripture reference says “book of Acts”).
There are actually several of us in the house that read a list of things similar to this each day that we wake up. I usually do it once I get down into the office because they’re taped on the wall next to my desk.
The tricky thing about working at home is that you don’t have to leave. I could very easily hit up the grocery store on the weekends and stay at home the rest of the time. My bed is here. Food is here. My desk is here. There is absolutely no need for me to get out of the house (other than the fact that I might go crazy…). But the funny thing about reading a declaration like that each day is that it makes you have to leave.
You have to go somewhere and get uncomfortable.
In other words, it’s not something that I really read flippantly. I read it seriously. And I know that the one time of the day that I get out of the house, without fail, is in the middle of the afternoon when I go to the gym (yes, I workout and I’m huge… and slightly sarcastic). But I know that when I go there, I’m on alert because I’m expecting God to use me there. It’s where I interact with the most people. And oftentimes people three times my size…
This past Friday I didn’t get to the gym in the afternoon. I can’t remember why exactly, other than the fact that I was probably being lazy. But I went in really late. I think it was about 10 o’clock at night. I braced myself because there typically aren’t many people, but the ones that are there are huge. I’ve seen men in there before bench-pressing hundreds of pounds like it’s no big deal. Again – I repeat – these guys are big.
It’s easy for someone my size to get intimidated, but I walk in wielding a sword [in the Spirit] so I probably appear confident with no purpose.
But all of this to say, I intentionally went in there looking for something. I was waiting for God to show up. As I was sitting down to workout my abs (they’re ripped), a guy who I’ve seen at church a few times walked over. We made some small talk and then… serious talk.
We talked about life then about missions (I wonder why) and then… miracles. We talked about miracles.
