SUNDAY SERVICE

RETURN TO THE ALMIGHTY 1G

8. Humble yourself.
Job 22:29. God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble. Without humility, there cannot be deliverance. Deliverance is reserved for the humble and not for the proud. The proud have no need for it. The proud are so full of self that there is no space for the Holy Spirit in them. Pride is idolatry of self. Idolatry is perversion of worship. Every proud person is a very foolish person because it takes a dose of foolishness to be prideful. What is it that you are that you were not made? What is it that you have that you were not given? Pride is a vertical sin and that is why God resists it. It is an affront to God. May no trace of it be found in you in the mighty name of Jesus. The closer you come to God, may you become more humble, may you become more broken in the name of Jesus.

PRAYER
  • Lord, please help me in the powerful name of Jesus. Lord, I want to return, help me to return. Make me to connect properly. Help me to come closer to you, to fall in love over and over again with you so that you may protect and preserve me to the utmost and that your blessings may flourish in my hand and that in my life, there will be showers of blessings.
  • Lord, in any way that I have been an enemy of my progress, I am sorry. Today, I repent. Help me, O God, to come to you with clean hands.
  • I put away every iniquity. Let my heart be pure. Let your glory be revealed in my life. Showcase your glory. Demonstrate the power of your outstretched hand.
  • In my life, grant that there shall be showers of your blessings that make rich and no sorrow.
  • Whatsoever the enemy has used to delay your miracle in my life, today, let it dissolve and disappear. Let it be no more in the name of Jesus.
  • Stretch forth your hand, O God, do what only you can do. Terminate every woe. Destroy every chain.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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