Last weekend a few friends came over at my request to help me pray over my house. It's something I've wanted to do since I moved in but haven't actually accomplished. Now I'm getting two roommates, strangers mostly, and suddenly I felt a new urgency to bathe my property in prayer before they get here.
I am very blessed to have friends so full of the Spirit. I suspect that to them, praying over a house is a common and natural occurrence. To me, it was brand new. I felt very cared for and humbled that these friends would pray such authoritative and heartfelt prayers over this small piece of my life. I was deeply encouraged as they petitioned the Father for spiritual protection, for blessings and favor, for freedom from supernatural chains, and for the heart-condition of two girls they've never met. I watched my sweet friend anoint each door and window with oil, and I felt as though I was treading on holy ground. We walked the perimeter of my property in single-file, and I smiled to myself as I imagined my neighbors watching us pray aloud and march around.
Whether they know it or not, these friends are my teachers, my mentors whose wisdom and life lessons shine light on my own spiritual journey. I feel strengthened and encouraged after having been with them, and also challenged because their light reveals my deficiencies. And so I am driven to my knees in prayer, asking for those same Spirit-qualities to be grown in my own life. Isn't this a glimpse into the heart of God's Church, to encourage and sharpen and love one another? I feel great joy in knowing that I have found an alive and active part of the Body to join for this season of my life. I am truly blessed beyond measure, and I don't want that blessing to be lost on me. I want to soak it up and let God shape and grow me so that He can use me to be these same things to someone else.
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