Pooja
Each day lately, I have tutoring in the morning. I sit at a
small outdoor shop near the watering pump and have class under an overhang. The
shop keeper offers his "pooja", or morning sacrifice to his g*ds each
day as I sit and try to study with my teacher. Each day I can't help, but stop
and pr*y, rebuke the enemy and declare life and truth over Mr. Anil. I am
thankful for a tutor that also knows the Father and stops with me and
understands the need to pr*. I am reminded that each item in the mans' shop,
the food I eat, the room I am in, is offered to his g*d. SO I am reminded of
the need to pr* over my food, the food I buy in the market, and to cleanse
myself of the things associated with the place I live. Dad is bigger than the
forces are real. Intercession is a must here. I must be connected- aligned with
Dad; in sync to hear and see and know; and to be able to hear that
"still small voice" and lines of truth that He offers me to
defeat the enemy! OH Dad, let it be in me. Lead me, and use
me. Cleanse me and wash me that I might be whole and pure before you,
pure before this nation. May I reflect you wholly.
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