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The Journal of A. Paige White Oh wow!
11/05/2007 02:27 p.m.
I feel this prayer to my toes. She prayed for me! What an honor... That book has done more to give freshness to my bible reading than any other book I've read, ever. Father please multiply back into her bosom a seven times seventy increase in the name of your beloved son, Jesus, I pray, Amen.
I will meditate on this as I pray it!
Hi Paige
This is the vision of what to pray into your life.
Lord, you are all I want. You are my provision and my life. I want more of you. I want to be free in you. I want to be delivered in you. I want to overcome in you. You are greatly loved by the Lord, know this.
Father God, I praise you and thank you for everything you have done in Paige's life. Lord, your mercy is forever, and your desire towards each and every one of us is forever. Lord, you love all your children, but those that seek after you, that call out for your heart, you love especially, and this is the heart you have given to Paige. Lord, honor Paige's heart; honor her love for you and her need to have more of you. Give to her a revelation of your glory, a revelation of your love. Restore unto her that which the devil has stolen: her inheritance, her destiny, her life, her wealth, her understanding. Restore unto her that which was stolen seven times. Give to her a revelation of who you are and who she is in you. Give to her a revelation of how much you love her, how much you need her to share your life with. Let her know that as much as she cries out to you, you cry out at her windowsill, calling, "Come away with me!"
Lord, give to Paige that relationship of the Shulamite Bride…one of total love with you. Lord, raise her up; place your hand beneath her head and breathe your life into her lungs just as you did Adam. Give to Paige more of your life and a revelation of your glory.
Lord, I pray and ask that you honor your love for Paige and give to her your heart’s desire – that she be free and attained. That her heart soar like the eagles and that her life be filled with the oil of myrhh – her wounds and hurts healed; and that her life be filled with the smell of frankincense – that sweet smell of humble prayer that rises up from the holy of holies to the throne of God where you breathe in the life and love, the need and worship.
Lord, raise Paige up and let her know your love, your incredible love for her. Whisper in her ears. Brush your fingers across her lips and let her know the intimate side of your love for her. Let her feel your arms around her. Let her know that she is in the palm of your hand and that she is safe in your love. Let her know you are there. Honor her heart. Give to her the desires of her heart - to see you and to hear you.
In Jesus' name, amen.
God bless you
Jessica
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