Yet another train of thoughts from World Mandate:
I'm sitting in the boiler room surrounded by prayer warriors, by intercessors for Christ. God, burden my heart with a nation, with a people. Show me what to do with this new out-look on life Lord.
God, I KNOW you have gifted me to world with children. I read statistics about orphans, child laborers, child soldiers, child trafficking, etc. and my body literally aches for them Lord. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE!! That's the cry, the unsilenceable scream of my heart: WHERE LORD?
Lord God, I need your courage and your strength to go out from this place and seek you with abandon. Don't let me take all this and make it a weekend memory God. I want...no, I NEED to be changed and moved by You, by the nations, but the people you desperately want to be Yours.
Tonight, my face a sleeves are covered with salty tears because I was weeping for Your people. I was so heavily burdened for every tribe, tongue, people and nation that I was sobbing. God, show my Your heart, let me feel Your heart beating in me.
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