Monday, September 24, 2012

One nation under God

A week ago, I went off line to devote my FB & blog time to praying for our country.  I presumed it would be kind of like fasting...can't wait for it to end!  Instead, I find myself having a hard time re-engaging in the cyber world.  I have had such a wonderful time with the Holy Spirit this week and a deepness of peace about President Obama and the United States that is so complete it almost feels like sleepiness.  Isn't it always the case that when we spend time with God, even when we are interceding for others, we benefit greatly? 
I have never been a fan of Barack Obama, but goodness, how quickly I was brought to repentance for my hardness of heart toward him.  The first order of business during my week of intercession was that I could go no further until my I humbled myself and sought forgiveness for my stick-necked pride.  Once that hurdle was cleared, God swept through my soul with waves of clarity and love for the president that could only be from the Lord (especially if you knew my prior attitude!)
Almost daily I would feel the prompt of the Holy Spirit for specific prayer...

That the president would be restless and that all false sense of peace would leave him.  You can see why God had to prepare me to pray this in a way that was not mean and spiteful.  It brought to mind the days of Joseph and God hardening Pharaoh's heart.  Sleepless nights and the full burden of the unsubmitted heart was what I found myself imagining for Mr. Obama.  No false peace, no false peace, no false peace.  When the real-ness of this reached the depth of my spirit, God revealed the next prayer...

That the president would be hungry.  That the false peace and confidence, once removed, would leave a vacuum in his spirit.  I could almost feel the desperation, the great need for God.  I was reminded of times in my life when I cried out begging God to cover me, when I felt like I was made of raw nerve endings.  Have you ever felt that kind of hunger for the Holy Spirit?  That was my prayer.  Make him hungry, desperately and achingly hungry.  And then...

That the president's wife would experience a revelation, an insight of God borne from her love for her husband and her compassion for his aching soul.  That she would quietly know that Jesus loves him and wants to redeem and anoint him.  I prayed that Mrs. Obama would not experience a panic of hellfire and brimstone but turn her face toward God to receive his sweet caress and that she would love her husband with the love of Christ.  I felt that the president would humble himself if she reached out to him with Jesus to relieve his hunger.  I prayed also...

For someone to bring the Lord into their midst.  To come with wisdom and gentleness to speak life into the counterfeit existence that the enemy calls success.  Remember Saul, who, in his torment begged for David to soothe him with music.  Where is our David?  Equip and send him Lord. 

I continue to pray these things for our president.  My heart is lighter as I have confessed and repented of my anger and God has drawn so close to me that I'm not sure when I'll post again.  Something has changed, perhaps I'm like Pavlov's dog?  Now when I consider opening my laptop, I am distracted.  I just want to talk to Jesus for a while. 

1 comment:

Jada's Gigi said...

What a beautiful experience! I am so glad there are those called to pray for our President..although I know we should all pray for our leaders...some are particularly burdened to do so...your prayers are ones I can say Yay and Amen to.