Went to dinner with my brother Steve. Broke bread and talked about God
all night. Stood outside for a long time chatting about Jesus.
People where around us and I just wanted to bless someone.
Felt like it was suppose to be for this girl standing close by. She was around
awhile but I didn’t talk to her. Fear stopped me, I repented for it.
Finally I got fed up I was angry with the devil and saw
another woman and went up and talked to her.
Her name was Missy.
I asked her: “Are you a holy woman of God?” She said “No”
smoking her cigarette. I said “Did you know that you are going to be?” She
laughed and looked at me like I was crazy.
I tell her “God has called you to be a prophet for the
nations and he wants to bless you.”
She said I could pray for her and I was excited. I prayed
for her quickly and she went about her way.
Something in me kicked up I was tired of being afraid, I was
tired of caring what other people thought, I was tired of the fear. It doesn’t
hurt to ask someone if they need prayer the worst thing they can say is no.
I pray for courage and boldness to pray for others and
preach the good news.
