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 them.
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!
Blessings,
Bill Yount
http://www.billyount.com
