I really need your prayers.
We talked in church Bible study last night about how before entering the temple and the presence of the Shekinah glory of God, the ancient priests would tie a rope around their ankle. They knew if they dared approach the Holy of HOLIES with any unconfessed sin, they would instantly die, and the others, those outside, would need to pull their lifeless body back out.
It’s a sobering thought.
But Jesus. Because of His precious blood we can approach a Holy God.
I don’t ever want to get over that.
Without Jesus, we are dead men walking.
He is the way. The only way.
This Saturday, I’ll share my story of going from death to life at a women’s gathering in East Tennessee.
I desperately need your prayers to be emptied of myself and for the Lord to anoint every word with His abiding presence so those there, those coming who do not know Him, and those coming who need to remember His arms are still strong enough to hold them in this hard life, might run to Him.
Will you please pray?
Without Him, my words are just words, I’ve got nothing they need. My story is just a story if they only see me.
He is everything.
Please pray they will surrender all to Him. Please pray His power will be thick in that place and He will revive and save!
I’m begging Him to let me see Him move.
I’m asking Him to help my unbelief.
I’m asking Him to do what only He can do.
Will you please, please pray?
What a Savior!