This week has been very hard to get up. The LORD has been very gracious to wake me up around 4:30 every day.
But, I have been exhausted. Today, I remember 4:30, but then it was 5:30, and then it was 6:10, when Laura’s alarm went off. I don’t even know what happened.
I prayed for a young girl over the phone, who was fighting sickness. The LORD told me to pray in the Spirit, and I didn’t because I didn’t want to frighten them (I was afraid of man). This sucks.
My faith for healing is at a low. I am not seeing the miracles.
But, I am holding onto the recent dream where the prophetic impartation came from a place of rest.
I surely do not know what is up, but I deeply desire a greater communion with the LORD. I want all that He has spoken over me, and I feel miles and miles from it.
My hope remains in Him.