Today, Lord, I experienced opposition from the adversary. In the stillness following your promise, my doubts sometimes get overwhelmingly loud. I remain certain, however, that you are at work in my life. I imagine this might have been how the Israelites felt in Egypt, unaware that you were already in dialogue with Moses to liberate them, or that you had designated a land abundant with life’s richness for them. I pray you keep rejuvenating my hope for the future. The duration of my waiting has been extensive, and there have been moments when I felt forgotten. Yet, I know that’s not the truth. This lengthy, arid season will lead to a day of victory. As you have reassured me, not only am I being liberated, but my whole family as well.
I perceive my potential mirroring Deborah’s but lack the circumstances to exhibit my talents. I envision myself embodying the virtues of a Proverbs 31 woman, yet am without a marriage or children to express these qualities. I find myself likened to Hannah, pleading for a child and yearning for the day you will answer affirmatively, as you did through the prophet, attuning to my sincere call. I see myself in Sarah, brimming with hope, yet when you reaffirm the promise of a child, despite my age, I am overwhelmed with laughter and disbelief. I see a reflection of Esther in me, yet without a king or kingdom in need of my help. Sometimes I wonder if I am akin to Anna, anticipating the promised arrival of the king until ripe old age, childless. If that’s my destiny, instill in me discernment, bravery, and joy in the journey. Whichever role you envision for me, provide me with clarity, Lord.
Today’s trials outweighed yesterday’s. Yesterday, I woke hopeful and expectant of a change. Today, I awoke to face the enemy’s resistance. You reign over all spirits, and today I beseech you to shatter the spirit of misfortune that hangs over me and my bloodline, once and for all. Your blood has paid the price. Any covenants, regardless of how old, are nullified in Jesus’s name. I am completely free. My heritage lies in you, not my tribe or nation. I bear Abraham’s blessings. I am a descendant of Sarah. You have forever altered my course. Rewrite my narrative, Father, according to your divine plan.
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