Believe

As you may know, my young friend Travis was shot accidentally on April 9. He is still in the hospital. I get very little information about him. A privacy law makes it impossible for nonrelatives to get details. His family is not helping us.

Today before 7 a.m., I got a text from someone who is able to get very basic updates on his condition, and he is not doing well today. I am asking for your support in prayer. If you feel like fasting part of the day, that would be wonderful.

I sent the same request out to friends this morning, and so far, 8 are on board.

Of course, I spent a good deal of time praying immediately after getting the message. I was very disturbed. I was concerned by the report, and I was also concerned that worry might hinder my prayers. I spoke defeat to the spirits and microbes that are against Travis. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over him. I spoke healing to his body. I spoke in tongues. I prophesied. I asked God to help both of us, as well as the people who were with us in the battle.

I thought about the revelation God gave me recently, in which he showed me that he was like a mentor-movie figure, standing beside me, waiting for me to ask for counsel and advice so he could advise me and show me how to use his tools and power to lay my enemies low and get victory. I felt an awareness of his love for me and Travis.

Worry left me. After a time, I relaxed and drifted off to sleep. I didn’t fight it. I resisted the temptation to feel bad about being relieved of worry. Worry is evil. Accepting relief from worry is right. It pleases God and hinders Satan. I will not accept false guilt when I am doing what God tells me to do. God never, ever tells his children to worry, but the Bible shows that he tells them not to worry. It’s a recurring theme. Worry is faith in Satan, and faith brings results. I will not willingly have faith in Satan.

If you would like to join us and pray for Travis, I would appreciate it.