Have you ever felt like quitting? Aren't you glad that Jesus never quit? Quitters never win! Winners never quit!
A mother's prayers are
powerful, but oh, the power of a grandmother's prayers! Grandmothers not only spoil
their grandchildren; they spoil the enemy's plans for them as well. I saw
bloodhounds from Heaven being released to pursue this third generation. I saw
grandmothers pleading the blood of Jesus over their grandchildren and these
bloodhounds were picking up the scent of that blood as they began to outrun and
overtake these young ones at every turn. There was no more hiding place for
At age seven I was
miraculously healed of a brain tumor in Mercy Hospital in Pittsburgh, PA. The
tumor surgery had to be cancelled. After all these years the Lord recently
opened the door to that hospital to pray for people with brain injuries. I am
discovering something. Where the devil wants to kill you is often the place
where God wants to use you.
'Angelic' doctors and nurses are being released upon the earth
this hour...you may want to get a second opinion. The
nurse's name was Peggy. She came during many long nights to sing hymns to a dear
friend of mine while he was in the hospital in critical condition. Later, he
wanted to personally thank her for her encouragement and kindness. Upon asking
the hospital staff and the other nurses on that floor, they responded, "Oh, she
is that 'traveling' nurse. We don't know where she comes from or where she goes!
A lion roared inside our mothers' wombs. "I have called you to be a prophet to
the nations." Think of it. God calls us to be a prophet to the nations. Nothing
in me to this day can get a handle on that. This awesome thought puts me into a
fetal position from the start. Most of my life has been uneasy with this call.
Who am I that a King would bleed and die for and think of me in this
way. Revelation like lightning flashes before me at times, but not on most
days. And yet on my worst days the call rings true blue. It's who God says I am.
When you know what God has called you to do, nothing can stop you but yourself.
I still never quite get used to ministering to people or typing out a
message. But the butterflies are fewer. My knees are not so weak. The call of
God reminds me: I can do this. This is what I was born for. And the greater One
is in me. The roar of an untamed lion is in our call.
For many years I had doubted the call of God on my life. Until the day an
apostle spoke over me. "Bill, it's not your fault that you're a prophet. But you
have to walk in it." Don't apologize for the call of God on your life either.
It's not your fault. Walk in it and let the lion roar!