Your Majesty. Your Majesty.

You are King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.

And as your children, rejoice today in our inheritance.

Today we stand in a land divided.

We bear witness to plans disrupted.

But You are Still God.

So let us take a moment to dream.

Victorious. This story is picturesque.

Picture tests unresolved unless solved by blessing.

Imagine your labors riddled with favor, and riddles unlocked without guessing at clues.

No stressful confusion. No illusions.

No intrusive maneuvers upon your objectives.

Your every move hesitation unaffected. Excluding all doubts with perspective directed toward freedom.

Your next season, near perfect like Eden, going deeper with Jesus, and moving mountains unreasonably steep,

While legions of demons scream poisoned, weakened, unable to wreak havoc or even speak.

A portrait so sweet yet so bold.

Now ask yourself: who told you your deliverance was on hold?

Who sold you this mindset? It’s a head cold,

Whose holding your road map? It’s a dead goal.

U-Turn ahead! Go!

Who’s stolen your witness with a scam that’s so old?

And why have you bought these pure lies with pure gold?

Your saved soul paying tolls on an age-old free bridge.

Listen!

Stop dreaming distant futures with weak wishes and speak vision! IT. IS. WRITTEN.

Listen!

Your hedge of protection is sufficient to cook Jesus dishes in Hell’s Kitchen.

So quit confusing it with prison. God’s partitions are reason driven and precision built. You here. Sin there.

And 2020 still brims with provisions sufficient for bingeing!

Eat Word. Drink prayer.

Dare to declare God’s facts, forswear distraction, and take action like your package is already there. Cuz it awaits.

The price of admission is just faith.

Christ turns the ignition for this race.

And you don’t audition for a team you’ve already made.

You submit to the mission, dig in and give chase to his will.

Your adoption papers are signed and sealed. The real steal is your new career in the family business of winning.

So steer clear of fear and steer clear of sinning. Tune your ear to His whisper;

In This Year of clear vision, embrace new beginnings.

Even Now.

Not because conditions are right,

but precisely because they’re wrong.

Not because abundance abounds,

but precisely because it’s gone.

Even in the height of darkness, when the fight is harshest, when the night is heartless,

May we Ignite the harvest and Invite the Dawn. Regardless of how short our sight is, Father, help us to carry on.

In Jesus’s name.

Amen.