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Loss

Father, I thank You for Your covenant promise of protection.  Right now I call upon the covenant I have with You and plead the blood of Jesus over my husband, my children and me. 
Angels, I charge you to watch over my family and me to protect us, for we are walking in the footsteps of Jesus.  Go before us, behind us, beside us and all the way around us.  Keep us from calamity, evil and misfortune.  Lord Jesus I speak this for all of men women children.
No evil will befall my family in the Name of Jesus!  No weapon formed against them will prosper, and every lying tongue that rises up against them I do condemn, for this is my heritage as a servant of the Lord.
I thank You, Father, that great is the peace of my children.  Their righteousness is of You.  They don’t walk in their own righteousness, but in Your righteousness by the blood of Jesus.  I thank You for that, Lord.  They will not get off track in life, none of their steps shall slide (Psalm 37:31) for Your Holy Spirit will guide them every step of the way.
Father, Your Word says that we, Your sheep, know Your voice.  It says You will show us things to come.  It says the voice of Your Spirit will come to us and say, “This is the way; walk in it.”  I stand on these promises, Lord, and ask that You teach us to hear Your voice.  Help us recognize when You are speaking to us, and we will obey.
Now I stand in Your holy of holies and open my spirit to receive the wisdom You have afforded me.  I put myself in a position to hear and receive instruction from You.  I enter the secret place of the Most High by the blood of the Lamb, and I purpose to live my life in Your presence.
I thank you that You are faithful to Your Word, Father.  I thank You that what You say is certain and sure.  When You say You will deliver us, we can rely on that promise.  So right now I receive Your supernatural protection and deliverance for my family and me in Jesus’ Name. Amen

Reminisce

Moira

Frequencies

S'Agapo

Ripple

Escapism

I walked through a late September alleyway this morning,
thick with chestnut and burnt brown leaves,
parted to either side so I could speak.
Overhanging branches left for the rest of the year
I was reminded not of passing time but the ageless emergence of colour;
How we are the dreamers.

Written by Joseph Mcquilken

How we are the dreamers.

Portsdown Hill

Purple

Meditations I

Visionary State

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