December 11, 2009
Dolly

Dear Brother,

“For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.”

I continue to thank the Lord for you and what you did for my family a few months ago. Surely, you did it for the Lord Himself and it will not go in any way forgotten. You are rich in the things of the Lord.

I pray for you regularly and praise the Lord often for raising you up for such a time as this. 

I pray for you today, and plead the blood of Jesus over your entire being, every member of your family – immediate and extended, over every loving motive of your heart, over every word you have uttered out of the Father’s love,

And I declare to you that indeed:

     No weapon formed against you shall prosper,
     And every tongue which rises against you in judgment
     You shall condemn.
     This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,
     And their righteousness is from Me,”
     Says the LORD.

(I have pictured that when some of these moments of refutation actually arrive, we will literally wish we did not have to deliver them. We will see at that very moment that the ramifications of our very testimony will be worse upon the guilty than we would ever have wished upon our worst enemies.)

Beyond this I am speechless, except to pray.

Dolly