"Don't eat that cookie."
I really wanted the cookie.
Sometimes right before bed, I crave something sweet. A bowl of cereal, maybe.
And I saw the cookies looking at me.
Chocolate chip.
But, I didn't need the cookie.
I needed more power.
I needed breakthrough.
Not just for me. For us.
For you.
I've been praying for Glory to fall on the Church. I've been crying out for our nation, for repentance and restoration. For the world.
For the children.
I had an urge to skip the cookie as I remembered those things.
I brushed my teeth.
At 2am He came into my chamber and gently woke me. We enjoyed fellowship for some hours.
I was not tired. I scrolled through my prayer journal and whispered in the night, and had a strong witness that these were most effective prayers.
And then I remembered the cookie.
I did not know at the time how much it blessed the Father when I fasted one cookie.
Five seconds of denying the flesh released a flood of clarity and blessing in my bed chamber tonight.
And I'm writing about it now because the glory is relentless.
And, at the moment, sleeping seems mundane.
