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Dear warriors, I thank you so much for praying for me—you're prayers are the only ones keeping me literally living. You have no idea, but if you lived in my home—you would all be in tears.
Jesus, I thank you for answering my prayer this morning—it's such a tiny thing but thanks. You didn't allow the bully child to barge in on me and dad's day out—which she always does. I wanted to speak to dad, and that worked out—so thanks for doing that. I never get any big prayers answered in my life—and that hurts. I just need you to ensure that the bully doesn't continue anymore. I need you to see to it, that she no longer interferes in adult discussions, that she respects her place as a child in the home, that she doesn't take or try to take any authority over any adult in the home, that she studies only ever in her bedroom, and that she doesn't upset her big sister or mother at all. I need you to speak to her about repentance. Give her sorrow for what she has done, I don't want anyone patting her or giving her a lollipop for being a bully, instead I need you to bring her today tonight to seek the forgiveness of myself, and mum and dad, for the evil stuff she has been doing and being allowed to do. Honestly, Jesus, if pleading the blood over her room, praying, telling mum and dad and asking prayer warriors to pray and begging you aren't achieving things then you are being utterly unkind, to me, a very vulnerable person who has been bullied all my life. If you are telling me that you are okay with me being bullied and living in the trauma of being bullied in my own home—then you are not just at all. Today is the day that I am asking you turn my battle—totally in my favour.
Send me my husband, the man you know is meant for me—let me look at him, join us together in matrimony, a man with a home, a person with a good stability and a loving protective man who can and will come like a kinsman redeemer and remove me and steal me away from my home, with mum and dad's blessing. Mum and dad are ready to release me—but we need a man—the man who is everything I need. I will pack my suitcase if you will send him even tomorrow to my door. I am not asking Buddha's help, I am asking Jesus, God Jehovah, Jireh to provide for me. Seven years of pleading is enough, I want and need to have a child before it becomes risky for me to bear children. So do me a favour, and stop stalling my life please. I didn't throw myself on men and run away or sneak out—so for a girl who didn't do that—there has got to be a good guy, and a few open doors. Propel me into every door of blessing and every window—I ask you that you even let somebody tell this man about me—and bring him to our home—let me be free from this family, and be rescued by a good husband who will never allow this family to hurt me again. You've done this for a lot of women who are really happy now. It's my turn, and I am ready! I ask you believing that you have just waved your hand and agreed to all of the above. From now, unleash the supernatural realm and things upon our family home—I am ready and excited. All the good supernatural and a huge and unforgettable lesson to the evil ones who reside in it. Amen.
Jesus, I thank you for answering my prayer this morning—it's such a tiny thing but thanks. You didn't allow the bully child to barge in on me and dad's day out—which she always does. I wanted to speak to dad, and that worked out—so thanks for doing that. I never get any big prayers answered in my life—and that hurts. I just need you to ensure that the bully doesn't continue anymore. I need you to see to it, that she no longer interferes in adult discussions, that she respects her place as a child in the home, that she doesn't take or try to take any authority over any adult in the home, that she studies only ever in her bedroom, and that she doesn't upset her big sister or mother at all. I need you to speak to her about repentance. Give her sorrow for what she has done, I don't want anyone patting her or giving her a lollipop for being a bully, instead I need you to bring her today tonight to seek the forgiveness of myself, and mum and dad, for the evil stuff she has been doing and being allowed to do. Honestly, Jesus, if pleading the blood over her room, praying, telling mum and dad and asking prayer warriors to pray and begging you aren't achieving things then you are being utterly unkind, to me, a very vulnerable person who has been bullied all my life. If you are telling me that you are okay with me being bullied and living in the trauma of being bullied in my own home—then you are not just at all. Today is the day that I am asking you turn my battle—totally in my favour.
Send me my husband, the man you know is meant for me—let me look at him, join us together in matrimony, a man with a home, a person with a good stability and a loving protective man who can and will come like a kinsman redeemer and remove me and steal me away from my home, with mum and dad's blessing. Mum and dad are ready to release me—but we need a man—the man who is everything I need. I will pack my suitcase if you will send him even tomorrow to my door. I am not asking Buddha's help, I am asking Jesus, God Jehovah, Jireh to provide for me. Seven years of pleading is enough, I want and need to have a child before it becomes risky for me to bear children. So do me a favour, and stop stalling my life please. I didn't throw myself on men and run away or sneak out—so for a girl who didn't do that—there has got to be a good guy, and a few open doors. Propel me into every door of blessing and every window—I ask you that you even let somebody tell this man about me—and bring him to our home—let me be free from this family, and be rescued by a good husband who will never allow this family to hurt me again. You've done this for a lot of women who are really happy now. It's my turn, and I am ready! I ask you believing that you have just waved your hand and agreed to all of the above. From now, unleash the supernatural realm and things upon our family home—I am ready and excited. All the good supernatural and a huge and unforgettable lesson to the evil ones who reside in it. Amen.
