“From the fruit of my lips I am filled
as surely as the work of my hands rewards me.”
~ Proverbs 12:14
Thank you Father, for the fruit you are bringing forth.
Apples of Gold…in our hearts, on our lips, through our hands…
His Sunday whisper to me… and maybe to you…
In every word of Mine you lift to Me as prayer… I am there!
Do not listen to fears. They are lies. Do not pronounce them.
Instead, meditate on and give thanks for the promises in My Word.
Healing, My Healing, I speak over you.
Blessing, My Blessing, I declare over you.
Before you see it, believe.
Trust My Heart and Truth
above what seems right or logical or inevitable to the eye.
As you speak My Truths out with Me, I set them in motion.
Breathe My life abundant in, for I set My Word upon your lips for life.
Declare My Words out and blessings flow.