CONDEMNING THE RISEN TONGUES

JUICY JULY 2025: ABBA FATHER

DAY 19: CONDEMNING THE RISEN TONGUES

TEXT: ISAIAH 54:17; REVELATION 12:10

BIBLE STUDY: JOHN 19

 

Welcome to Day 19 of Juicy July 2025. Glory be to God for another beautiful day! What a journey it has been. Glory to the One who has kept us, sustained us, and carried us this far.

If you have been engaging with this season wholeheartedly, I am confident that something is already shifting within your spirit. Roots are going deep. Foundations are being established. And soon, if not already, you will begin to see fruit breaking forth.

I pray that the Lord opens our eyes to see beyond what the natural shows, to discern that even when we don’t see it, He is working. May grace be released to believe that He is doing a deep and lasting work within us. In Jesus’ mighty name. Amen.

 

OPENING PRAYER

Abba Father, we invite You into today’s session. Grant us Access, Abba! Take over. Take the whole atmosphere. Saturate this moment with Your presence, Lord. Break every chain, raise every weary heart, and fill us with Your fire again. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

 

I just want to give all glory to God for His goodness over my family. Truly, the Lord has been faithful. And in this month of July, I have had so many testimonies, juicy testimonies, I don’t even know where to begin. But let me just share this one that blew my heart wide open in wonder.

We had been experiencing some financial difficulties, and right in the midst of it, my blender, my most used kitchen equipment, suddenly got spoiled. I use it a lot, so its breakdown really hit hard. We tried checking the cost of getting it fixed, but it was just beyond us at the time, so we had to return it home.

But God… oh, God is so good!

Not long after, someone from abroad sent us a large sum of money, such a divine and unexpected provision! I was planning to use a bit of that money to buy the blender, but I wanted to share the plan with my husband first before purchasing. He was praying, so I decided to calm down, though I was in a haste. So, that was how I forgot about it. 

And then came the surprise that felt like heaven smiling directly at me, sisters. This God is my Father indeed, like, I am still so shocked. Abbbbbbaaaaaa.

This very morning, someone called my husband to come to the street that there was a parcel for us. My husband went out and when he came back, at the door, you can’t believe what He was holding on to. 

A brand new blender!

Yes! The exact thing I had needed the most, sisters. Not money or something, the blender! Ah, is this how Abba use to do? God sent it, without me spending a dime of the money we just received! The Lord literally kept the money intact and still provided the blender through another unexpected source.

Who does that? Only God! He is real. He is good. He is faithful.  I’m just here to worship Him. I’m in awe of His love. What kind of Father thinks of every detail like this? Juicy July has been a month of undeniable encounters for me. And with every one, my heart is bursting with worship. God bless The BUD Family. Our God is real. Praiiiiiiiisssseeeee the Fathhhhhheeeeerrr!!!!!

 

 

SARAH AND THE COURTROOM OF HEAVEN

August 18th, 2023 | 3:04 a.m.

The world was asleep, but Sarah was not.

Her small room was dimly lit by a flickering lantern. A Bible lay open on her bed, pages worn and marked. A journal was stained with tears. She was on her knees, forehead pressed to the tiled floor, rocking gently as she groaned out the same prayer she had been praying for weeks:

“Lord, You said there was a season coming over my life. You said it was time for my Heaven to open. For my destiny to blossom. And You are not a man that You should lie. You promised me. Where is the fulfilment of the word? Have I not obeyed? Have I not waited? Father, when? When will this delay be over?”

Her voice cracked with desperation. Her body trembled with hunger from a deep hearty longing. 

As far as she knew, she was not living in sin. She was consecrated. Her life was poured out like oil. She had turned down relationships, jobs, friendships, invitations, because she heard the voice of the Lord say “No.” And she obeyed. Again and again.

Why are the promises of the Lord delayed?

At that moment, the veil was drawn back. And the courtroom of Heaven was in session.

 

THE COURTROOM

The atmosphere was thick with glory. A throne so bright that no eye could behold it in full sat at the center. Books were opened. Scrolls unrolled. Testimonies summoned. The King of Kings sat as Judge, eyes like fire, feet like brass, voice like many waters.

To the left, a slithering shadow stepped forward. Cloaked as a crooked lawyer. Speaking with legal eloquence.

Satan. The Accuser.

“Your Honour,” he began, bowing with mock reverence. “The case brought today is concerning one Sarah Oluwatoyin Adewale, age 28, child of promise, servant of Yours. Her file is quite full, despite her confidence.”

He glanced at the stack of scrolls in his hands, thick, detailed, surgical.

“She is asking why there is delay. She is calling You a promise-keeper. She even dares to quote Numbers 23:19. May I remind the court of a few matters?”

 

THE ACCUSATIONS BEGIN

He unrolled the scroll with a snap.

August 14, 2016. She gave her body to that young man, Dayo. She repented, yes, but she never confessed the depth of it. She never returned the items he gave her, the soul tie is intact. Shall I bring witnesses?”

A shiver rippled through the courtroom. The Judge remained silent.

Meanwhile, on earth, her voice broke in the midst of her prayer.

“Father… why does it feel like something is standing in the way? I’ve searched myself. I’ve fasted. I’ve prayed. I’ve forgiven. I’ve obeyed as best as I know how. What is left? What else is there?”

And just as the final word left her lips, the Holy Spirit drew near.

“Sarah. The Accuser speaks and many things he brings are buried, but not gone. Let Me show you.”

Her heart raced. She paused mid-sentence, suddenly alert. A memory stirred.

“August 14, 2016.”

Her breath caught.

Dayo!

That summer break. That compromise. That secret. She had repented, hadn’t she? Tears welled in her eyes.

“Lord… but I said I was sorry.”

“You did. But you never truly released it. You buried it. You avoided the memory. You never broke the tie within. You still hold on to the memory. You kept the jewelry he gave you. The scarf still lies in your second drawer. You closed the door, but you left the key inside.”

She let out a long breath. Trembling.

“I release it now, Lord. I burn it in my heart first. I renounce every unholy bond. I call my soul back. I refuse every tie. I close the door and hand You the key. As I finish praying, I’d part with those things immediately”

Above, the Accuser paused mid-scroll.

Something shifted in the atmosphere.
The scroll flickered. The line about David grew faint.

He snarled.

“She’s responding already? You’re whispering to her already, isn’t?”

He became mad.

“Very well then. Let’s go deeper.”

He scanned the scroll and smirked.

“Her father. A violent man. An angry man. Her grandfather,  a priest of idols. An altar of blood was raised over that family for years. And no one broke it.”

Down on earth, Sarah was weeping quietly now. But the Holy Spirit whispered again:

“Sarah, the ground speaks. Your bloodline is stained. You’ve never stood as a priest to renounce their altars. Stand, daughter. Stand and speak.”

She rose slowly, trembling under the weight of understanding.

“In the name of Jesus, I stand in the righteousness of Christ. I renounce every blood covenant, every ancestral agreement, every altar raised in my name before I was born. I break every tie, every vow, every sacrifice made without my consent. I release myself by the blood of the Lamb, in the Name of Jesus!”

The throne room rumbled. The scroll flickered again.

One section of the Devil’s scrolls:  “Iniquity of Fathers”, began to smoke. The demons assigned to monitor the case shrieked and vanished.

But the Accuser wasn’t finished.

“Fine. You want to clean her bloodline? What of the quiet sins? What of the envy in her heart every time another friend got married? What of the silent resentment she carries for that cousin who betrayed her? What of the pride? That calm, religious pride?”

“She slandered Deborah last week. I know Heaven heard, right? See it here in my scrolls. Should I bring witnesses?”

“What of the night she rolled her eyes while someone else testified? You saw it. She even wrote it in her journal that ‘She’s not even spiritually mature… yet You answered her? What about me, Lord?’”

Sarah was now on her feet, pacing her room. 

And the Holy Spirit kept whispering. Gently. Firmly. Lovingly.

“Sarah, you’ve looked down on others in secret. Confess. Release them. Repent. Let the Spirit cleanse the places that no one sees.”

She fell to her knees again.

“Lord… I repent. I have thought I was better. I’ve judged in my heart. I have rolled my eyes at others’ testimonies. I didn’t know I was grieving You. Cleanse me from hidden pride. Hidden judgment. Hidden rot.”

“She asks You why You haven’t moved? Why the delay? Should I remind the court that on May 3rd, 2021, You told her specifically to let go of that business partnership and she obeyed… but with grumbling? She obeyed, but accused You of ruining her plans. She even went on a three-day fast to convince You to reverse Your word! Is that faith? Or manipulation?”

On earth, Sarah was still pacing, her face wet with tears, her Bible clutched to her chest. She couldn’t explain what was happening, but it felt as if a spotlight from Heaven was shining directly into her soul.

The Holy Spirit whispered again:

“Sarah, do you remember May 3rd? When I asked you to lay it down and you wept, but not in surrender, but in resentment?”

She stopped in her tracks.

“Yes, Lord. I remember. I felt abandoned. I doubted Your plan. I was bitter. Ah”

“Speak it out now, daughter. Silence the voice that still uses it against you.”

She dropped to her knees again.

“Father, forgive me. I obeyed with my feet but not with my heart. I murmured in the secret place. I doubted Your wisdom. I’m sorry. I trust You again. Even when I don’t understand, I trust You.”

A scroll in Satan’s hand began to dim completely, a line of light slicing through the text like a sword.

He turned to another page madly, fiercely, smacking his lips.

“July 2020. Her friend said a few bad things to her other friends about her. She was very unhappy about it. She told her she’d forgiven her but she still told her sister how she’d not be friends be with her anymore. Then she got to know she was getting married and she’s sad and buttered that she was not informed. That you still blessed her despite what she did to her. She’s embittered”

The Holy Spirit whispered again:

“Sarah, this is where the bitterness lodged. Deep. Hidden. Unspoken. But alive.”

She whispered through gritted teeth:

“God, I’ve been bitter…in my soul. I have rejoiced with others outwardly but secretly wondered why not me. I lay it down. I cast out this root. I bless what You bless, Lord. I wait with joy now.” 

In the courtroom, an angel lifted a glowing scroll and walked it to the throne. It read:

“Repentance received. Bitter root uprooted. Legal ground nullified.”

But the Accuser was flipping pages still, sweat beginning to form at his temples.  Something wasn’t… aligning.

“Okay… let’s talk about slander,” he growled, snapping to another page.
“She didn’t say it out loud, sure,  but in her mind, she crushed Deborah’s character last week. She dressed it up as ‘concern,’ but I know poison when I see it.”

On earth, Sarah suddenly knelt still, holding her breath.

The Holy Spirit came again, gently.

“Sarah… she still waits for your apology. You never said sorry, because you felt justified. But it was slander in thought. Clean it out. Now.”

Her lips quivered.

“I’m sorry, Lord. I misjudged. I belittled a daughter of Yours. I made assumptions. I killed her image in my heart. I was wrong. Forgive me. Restore her honor in my eyes. I’d call her right away and confess”

A loud crack sounded in the courtroom. The scroll on slander broke in half and vanished.

“Oh, wow, really, that’s it, Righteous one? Okay, so what about slumber? These days, she’s been sleeping too much in prayer. She says she’s tired but she scrolls through her phone until 1 a.m. Even when you wake her, she resists. She’s inconsistent. She burns out. She wearies.” But even as he read it, the page beneath his hand was no longer there.

It had burnt to air, consumed by the fire of obedience.

But he wasn’t done.

 

ACCUSATIONS TIGHTEN

He lifted his hand again, and with a twisted grin, fresh scrolls appeared, not black with sin like before, but tinged red with pain. He unrolled the first.

“Her own mother…” he began, pacing before the Host of Heaven. “Her own mother! In the heat of anger, after Sarah stole her money, yes, she has since repented, I know. But her mother’s words lingers in the spirit realm like flaming swords. ‘You will not prosper, Sarah! I carried you for nine months, and you repay me with shame? You are a mistake! May your hands never hold anything good.’”

The courtroom fell heavy.

“Your Honour, how can this one rise when her source, her origin, rejected her destiny with her own tongue? Shall Heaven override a mother’s curse? Did she not carry that child in her womb? Did she not bleed to bring her forth? And now You say her hands will build palaces in Your name?”

He flung the scroll down.

“Her aunt, her blood,” Satan spat, “who took her in when she ran away from home, only for Sarah to call her a witch in retaliation. The aunt wept. She shook the dust off her feet. She said, ‘Sarah will know no rest. The day she tastes peace will be the day water catches fire.’ And You say she will walk in Your joy?”

Another scroll.

“A boy. Ezekiel. Foolish, yes, but broken all the same. He loved her. But Sarah, in her wild days, mocked him. Left him after she had played him, spent his money, wasted his time, delayed him. And Ezekiel said, ‘The man that marries you, Sarah, will break you like you broke me. You will never find real love.’ And You say she is Yours? That she’d be betrothed to a man after Your heart?”

A new scroll unfurled midair, spinning slowly.

“And what of Ella, the friend she betrayed in school? Sarah backstabbed her for recognition. Lied about her. Mocked her behind closed doors. And Ella cried out to the night, ‘God, let her be repaid in full. Let shame clothe her like a garment. Let those who laugh with her today mock her tomorrow.’”

“You call her anointed? You call her chosen? What then of these voices that have risen, truthful voices, born of pain? What of the tongues that cried out against her in secret, in tears, in frustration? Will You ignore the tears of the wounded for the rising of one?”

He walked slowly now, prowling.

“She is a contradiction! Heaven calls her ‘healed’, but earth has not forgotten the wounds she caused. Heaven says she’s ‘anointed’, but men say ‘destroyed’. Heaven says ‘sent’, but men say, ‘let her be silenced!’ Which voice rules in this courtroom, I ask?”

His voice thundered, though his face smirked.

“Her file, Lord, her file is full, with her wrongs, and much more with the weight of words spoken by those she hurt. Words spoken by authority. Words spoken by love betrayed. Words spoken by men You created. Are they not living, these words? Do they not hold weight in the spirit realm?”

“Even if she is washed, can the consequences be?”

The courtroom trembled with accusation.

The Accuser’s voice filled every corner, hurling the sharp-edged words that had pierced Sarah’s life.

But far below, in the quiet stillness of her room, Sarah’s spirit stirred.

A gentle breath swept through her heart.

The Holy Spirit whispered softly: 

“Sarah… begin to pray for mercy. Mercy moves the throne. Mercy changes the course. Mercy breaks chains unseen. Cry out.”

Her lips parted.

“Lord, have mercy on me…”

The words were fragile at first, but the Spirit pushed her deeper.

“Pray mercy over those curses… over those words spoken in anger and pain. Pray mercy over the bitterness of your mother’s heart… your aunt’s despair… the heartbreak of those you once wounded.”

She wept, trembling.

“Lord, mercy. Mercy on the voices that rise against me. Mercy on the wounds left open in others. Mercy on every word spoken that should never have held power.”

As she prayed, a hush fell over the heavenly courtroom.

The scrolls in the Accuser’s hands flickered. The edges burned faintly but the accuser flipped again. 

Then, the Spirit whispered again to Sarah’

“Now, Sarah… condemn every tongue that rises against you in judgment. Declare their silence. Let no evil voice find purchase in the Name of Jesus.”

Her voice grew stronger, fiercer.

“Every tongue that rises against me in judgment, I condemn you! I silence you! You have no power here in the Name of Jesus!”

She stood now. The fires of mercy stirred and grew.

One by one, the accusing scrolls in the courtroom began to smoke and curl.

The voices that had clamored loudest, those that sought to chain her were now being swallowed by silence.

The Accuser’s face twisted, confused.

Before he could speak again, a profound stillness blanketed the courtroom.

 

THEN, THE SLAIN LAMB STOOD!

He had waited patiently.

He had listened completely.

Now, He stepped forward.

Scars visible.

Eyes locked on the Accuser.

Voice like a sword bathed in mercy.

“You have spoken long. You have listed your records. But she has responded. She did not resist the Spirit. She did not cover her sin. She yielded. She repented. She obeyed.”

“You accuse from scrolls that no longer exists.”

He turned His face fully toward Satan.

“Look again.”

The Accuser glanced down. His hands were empty. The scrolls were gone. Only ashes lay at his feet.

“No… no. That’s impossible. I wrote them myself. I saw her fail. I saw her slip.”

The Lamb stepped closer.

“And I saw her rise.”

“Sarah has condemned every tongue rising against her. The Blood covers all that once stood against her.  Mercy responds to the cries of the contrite. Therefore, I declare: The accusations are void. The curses are broken. The enemy’s case is dismissed. Let her rise in the power of My name. Let her destiny unfold gloriously. Let no weapon formed against her prosper.”

The courtroom erupted in radiant light.

The Accuser was cast back, his scrolls reduced to ashes and silence.

The gentle whisper came softly to Sarah’s heart, the voice of the Holy Spirit:

“You can rest now, Sarah. Rest. Wake up tomorrow morning at five. When you rise, give glory to God. Spend time praising Him. But for now… just go to rest.”

A deep peace settled over her soul. She breathed in the stillness.

She felt it deep inside, her season is open. The windows of heaven are wide open over her life.

She whispered with quiet confidence:

“The season over me is open. Every condemnation against me is destroyed. No tongue can succeed against me anymore. Heaven fights for me.”

Her body relaxed. Her spirit smiled.

 

EXHORTATION: CONDEMNING THE RISEN TONGUES

Dear sister,

I shared this long story with you to paint a vivid picture of what we are dealing with. This life is not casual. This life is spiritual. What you see here on earth is a thin veil. It passes away. The real weight, the real war, and the real dealings happen in the spirit. That is the realm where our destiny is discussed, weighed, and either released or restrained.

How do we live as though nothing is happening when everything is happening beyond our sight? The spiritual realm is extremely legalistic. It is not vibes and goosebumps. No. It is order. It is law. It is record. It is evidence. And at the center of that courtroom, day and night, stands an accuser. Satan. The accuser of the brethren. He does not forget your faults. He does not wave off your missteps. He documents them. Dates. Times. Names. Emotions. Impact. Motive. He reads them like an ancient archive when your name is brought up in the spirit. When seasons of lifting are announced over you, when a book is opened and the Father says, “Let us favour her now,” the enemy screams: “Objection, my Lord!”

You wonder why it feels like things get tight just when they should open? You wonder why you sense a shift but see no result? You may be under judgment in the heavens, sis. 

Satan’s aim is not to stop God from loving or choosing you. He knows he cannot. But he can disqualify you from being used. From being trusted. From being promoted. From being handed what has your name on it.

And guess what?

When those courtroom sessions are on, you are rarely present. You are not there to defend yourself. You’re probably making dinner, or scrolling online, or even praying about something else. Yet, your name is being weighed.

“Why should she be married?”

“Why should she conceive?”

“Why should she be given this contract, this platform, this calling?”

“Adonai, do You no longer hate iniquity?”

The devil argues like a lawyer who is emotionally invested. “She is unfaithful. She’s selfish. She’s only loud in public but quiet in obedience. She still feeds those secret sins. She lies in subtle ways. She has not forgiven that person. She abandoned her last instruction. She has no track record of finishing anything. She is sleeping through divine timings!”

And unless a stronger reason is invoked, he wins.

That is why the Bible says, “No weapon formed or fashioned against you shall prosper…” but “every tongue that rises against you in judgment YOU shall condemn!”

You must rise. You must condemn those voices, not by emotion or ‘faithless faith’ but by blood and reason. And if all fails, fall upon mercy. Mercy is a legal argument too. Mercy is a sword and shield in the courts of Heaven. Mercy is what silences the accuser when truth convicts you and you have no strength to argue.

This is why we fast. This is why we cry. This is why we war. This is why we pray in the Spirit. This is why we wake in the night to plead our cause. Because even though Christ has won the victory, we must appropriate that victory. We must align, sis. We must rise.

 

NOW, LET’S REASON TOGETHER

What if Sarah was sleeping instead of praying?

What if she had just closed her eyes and gone to bed like every other night? What if she had scrolled through her phone, laughed a little, then sighed and gone to bed?

What if she had even knelt to pray, but her heart wasn’t there? What if her lips were moving, but her soul was blank? What if she had been praying without being connected?

Dear sister, this is why the Bible says we should seek Him with all our heart. All. Not just some. Not just when it’s convenient. Not just when it’s easy or we feel goosebumps. But with all our heart.

Because it’s only with that kind of heart that we find Him. It’s only with that posture that heaven answers.

Had Sarah been distracted, had she simply recited what she knew instead of aligning with what God was showing, she would have missed the nudges. She would not have picked up the signals. She would not have caught the accusations rising in the courts of heaven. And the accusations would have kept speaking. They would have kept delaying her day.

Do you now see why we cannot afford to just read prayers coldly? Do you now see why we must let the Holy Spirit guide the flow? He knows what’s happening behind the curtain!!!

When we pray, we must pay attention to the emotions of God. We must watch out for His burden. Is He happy? Is He grieved? Is He calling your attention to someone you’ve wronged? To a word you spoke carelessly?

You can’t just stick to your own points. You must follow His lead. You must surrender the floor. He is the Teacher. Revealer. Leader. 

What if Sarah had refused to change direction when the Holy Spirit began to prompt her?

What if she had ignored the burden?

What if she had said, “I don’t think I’ve said anything bad. I’m not like that”?

Her case would still be pending. Her season would still be locked. Her name would still be sitting in a file labeled “awaiting response.”

 

Dear sister, can you see the power of mercy?

Oh, mercy is not just a feeling. She is a voice.

It is the voice that stands in the courts and says, “I know she’s guilty. But let her go free.”

It is the voice that interrupts the accusations and says, “Silence!”

It is the voice that says, “This one is mine. I paid the price for her.”

Had mercy not spoken for Sarah that night, the voices of judgment would have prevailed. But mercy shouted louder.

 

TONGUES RISEN AGAINST US

So now today, we have come to a sobering understanding: there are tongues rising up against us. And not just one kind. There are many.

There’s the tongue of the accuser, the one the Bible calls “the accuser of the brethren.” This is the voice of the devil, the one who digs into our past, even into the sins we have already confessed and repented of, and drags them back into the courtroom of the spirit, trying to reopen what God has already closed. 

He throws them back at us to bring shame, delay, and spiritual condemnation. He says, “Remember what she did in 2009? What about that sin from last year? What of that abortion, that lie, that mistake?”

And then, there are the tongues of men, voices of people who once walked closely with us or who still do. People who had/have covenants, agreements, and friendships with us. People we helped, people we loved, but who, out of envy, offense, misunderstanding, or pain, have now lifted their voices against our lives. They’ve spoken words, some knowingly, others unknowingly, that became like arrows flying in the spirit realm. Some were spoken in secret. Some in anger. Some in deep bitterness. And yet, heaven and hell heard them all.

Then there are the sorrowful tongues, voices of people we hurt along the way. People whose lives we tampered with, either by ignorance or rebellion. The cry of that child that was aborted. The tears of that person we cheated or betrayed. The pain of someone we wounded by our actions. These too have become voices, silent to the physical ear but loud in the spirit. Crying, crying… testifying against us.

 

So, today, we need to condemn these tongues. But we are not just condemning the tongues rising against us. We are humbling ourselves before the One whose blood speaks better things. 

Some of those voices have a legal ground. They are rooted in real things we did, things we’ve buried, forgotten, or just swept under the rug. But Satan remembers. The accuser doesn’t forget. He collects every slip, every sin, and presents them like evidence in the courts of the spirit.

So we are saying, “God, open our eyes. Help us see the areas we need to confess, the ones we’ve hidden, the ones we’ve ignored, and even the ones we genuinely forgot.” Because sometimes, what gives the devil the right to speak is not that he’s powerful, but that we’ve left something open. A door. A window. A crack.

 

MERCY

So today, we rise up and cry for mercy.

We are not here to argue with those voices. We are not here to pretend they do not exist. We are here to ask for mercy so that those voices will be condemned and silenced.

The Bible says, “No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against you in judgment, you shall condemn.” (Isaiah 54:17)

It says “YOU shall condemn.”

It is not God that will do the condemning for you.

You must open your mouth. You must rise with your own tongue and speak against the evil tongues. You must rise in the name of Jesus and declare, “I condemn you now!”

And how do we condemn them? By the power of mercy!!!

The Bible says, “Mercy triumphs over judgment.” (James 2:13)

That means: even where judgment is correct, even where the voices are speaking facts, even where their claims are not lies, mercy can still win!

Mercy can silence judgment.

So now, rise up and begin to condemn every voice.

 

STIRRING THE WATERS

Dear sister, it is that special moment. 10 good minutes of stirring the waters, of praying in the Holy Ghost. Please gladly take this short pause. Let the instrumental below play and just stir. Don’t rush this. Pray in the Spirit. Abba to Daughter. Spirit to Spirit.

And if you haven’t received the gift of the Holy Spirit yet? This is YOUR TIME! Cry out to Abba:  “Father, fill me! Baptize me! Immerse me in Your Spirit! I need You for life, Holy Spirit, come. Baptize me with the Holy Ghost and Father, please grant me another pentecost in Jesus Name”

Let’s start stirring. 

 

 

TAKE CHARGE

We are daughters, let’s take charge over the territories where we are represented right now. 

Father, by Your mighty Name, I sanctify my body, my home, and my atmosphere right now. I cover myself with the blood of Jesus (Revelation 12:11) and declare every strange spirit, every demonic stronghold, to flee by fire (Psalm 34:7). I cleanse this place and myself from every trace of darkness (2 Corinthians 6:17). Let Your Holy Spirit fill this space and my life with Your perfect peace (Isaiah 26:3). I take authority as Your beloved daughter and refuse to be moved. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!

 

START PRAYING

Sis, if you’ve ever prayed before, now is the time to turn it up! You’re not here to joke.

 

THANKSGIVING 

• Oh Lord my God, I thank You for not leaving me in silence. You sent Your Word to deliver me, thank You Abba. (Psalm 107:20)! 
• I bless You for exposing what the enemy was using in the shadows against me. Thank You for light that pierces every darkness. 
• I exalt You, Father, for not allowing me to perish in ignorance. Your Word is mercy to my soul! Ah, thank You, Lord. 
• Thank You, Abba, for the mercy of revelation. Thank You for not allowing me to continue, deaf and dead, while voices are rising against me and mine! 
• Thank You for the alarm You’ve sounded. I will not sleep the sleep of death anymore in the Name of Jesus. (7x)  
• Glory to Your name, oh Righteous Father! 

CONFESSION OF SINS

• Oh Lord my God, I come with a broken heart. I acknowledge my sins before You (Psalm 51:3). 
• Father, I confess every wrongdoing (Name them. Don’t leave any remembered sin uncovered). Please forgive me, oh Lord, my God.
   
• Forgive me for the careless words I spoke, the pride I held onto, the people I hurt, the chances I missed. 
• Have mercy upon me, oh God, according to Your lovingkindness. Blot out every transgression by the Blood of Jesus! (Psalm 51:1) 
• Lord, if there is any cry, any curse, any judgment standing against me, because of my own error, I plead the Blood of Jesus! 
• I bring the shame, the guilt, the rebellion, the foolishness, all of it, I lay it down at Your feet. I cannot stand unless You cleanse me, oh Lord! Have mercy.  
• All the sins that I cannot remember that I committed, my gracious Lord, please bring them to my remembrance in Your mercy. Let nothing hidden remain hidden if it is fighting against my rising. 
• Let nothing buried in silence remain buried if it is fueling the voices of accusation against me. Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my anxious thoughts. Reveal every grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting (Psalm 139:23–24).

 

FORGIVENESS FOR DELAYING MY BLESSINGS

• Oh Lord, my God, how many blessings have I delayed with my disobedience? Ahhhh! 
• How many doors did You open, and I ignored? How many nudges from the Holy Ghost did I silence? Forgive me, Lord! 
• For every spiritual prompting I ignored… for every season I slept through… for every divine moment I missed, Father, have mercy on me in Jesus Name! 
• Lord, I repent for frustrating Your grace. I repent for giving room to flesh, fear, and laziness. 
• I ask that the Blood of Jesus will speak forgiveness and restoration over my destiny! 
• I receive Your forgiveness, oh Lord, and I declare that I will no longer delay my own lifting! No more! 
• Father, if I have delayed my own blessing because I have refused correction, because I have ignored Your nudging, because I have been dull in the spirit, because I slept when I should have been watching, oh Lord, have mercy on me! 
• If I have been too familiar with Your voice that I stopped reverencing it, have mercy on me, Abba. If I have been too busy to hear You, too lazy to obey You, too wounded to respond to You, too distracted to discern You, forgive me, Lord! 

CRY FOR SPIRITUAL SENSITIVITY AND ALERTNESS

• Oh Lord, my God! Awaken my spirit! Let me no longer slumber while the enemy plans! My spirit, come alive! Holy Spirit, fill my spirit anew in the Name of Jesus Christ.  
• Fill my lamp with oil again, oh Lord! Set my altar on fire again! Let my ears hear and my heart perceive!  
• Let me be a watchman who does not sleep! Set my feet upon the tower of prayer again, oh my Lord! (Habakkuk 2:1) 
• In the name of Jesus, I cast off the spirit of slumber, distraction, and dullness in my spirit! 
• Holy Spirit, stir me! Fire me up! Don’t let me rest until I am alert again! 
• I receive fresh fire! Fresh discernment! Fresh hunger! Fresh tears on the altar of intercession! 
• Lord, whatever it takes, wake me up again! (Repeat over and over again till it cuts through your spirit)  

CRY FOR MERCY TO PREVAIL OVER JUDGMENT

• Oh Lord, I do not deny the charges… but I throw myself on the mercy of the Court of Heaven! 
• Let Your mercy triumph over every judgment speaking against me, my dear Father! (James 2:13) 
• When the accuser stands to speak, Jesus, my Lord, please rise as my Advocate, I plead by association with you as co-heirs in the Name of Jesus! 
• Blood of Jesus (7x) shout louder than every cry for punishment over my life and family in the Name of Jesus! 
• Oh Lord, my God, where justice demands my shame, let mercy write a new chapter for me in the Name of Jesus! 
• I invoke the mercy seat of Christ! Let it swallow every voice of vengeance against my life and home in the Name of Jesus.  

CONDEMNING EVERY TONGUE RISEN OR PLANNING TO RISE

• Oh Lord, my God! According to Isaiah 54:17, every tongue that rises against me in judgment, I condemn now in the name of Jesus! I condemn you now by the Blood of Jesus. I condemn you! (7x) Bloood of Jesus (7x) 
• Every voice in the realm of the spirit crying “guilty!”, “unworthy!”, “disqualified!”, against my life, I silence you by the Blood of the Lamb! (3x) 
• Every tongue of man or demon that has spoken against my rising, be broken by the power in the name of Jesus! 
• Any voice from my father’s house, my mother’s house, my past life, be silenced by the authority of Calvary! (Mention all you can remember and silence them) 
• Accusations from covenants I never entered, but was born into, I declare you null and void by the Blood of Jesus! (3x) 
• I silence the voice of every curse, every incantation, every satanic counsel raised against my name, my destiny, my relationships, and my future, in the mighty name of Jesus!
• Let every tongue risen in judgment, every false witnesses, evil dreams, malicious words, spiritual gossip be silenced forever over my life and family! I break their power in Jesus’ name!
• The voice of the Lord is over the waters, let that voice thunder louder than the voice of every enemy! Let the voice of God override the voice of the accuser!
• I sprinkle the Blood of Jesus upon my name, my image, my voice, my records, and anything being used to represent me in dark places, and I declare: be consumed by fire!
• Father, raise a standard against every tongue working to delay me, distract me, discourage me, or disgrace me. I overcome them by the word of my testimony and the Blood of the Lamb!
• I cancel every evil report and satanic evidence that is being used to hold me bound. I decree: The Blood of Jesus is my report! The Cross is my certificate! (3x)
• Let every tongue that mocked me, doubted me, or cursed me, be ashamed in the Name of Jesus! Let their words fall to the ground, never to bear fruit in the Name of Jesus. 
• O Lord, arise as my Advocate! Speak on my behalf! Judge every lying tongue and tear every evil scroll written against me in the Mighty Name of Jesus!
• I reverse every negative word ever spoken against my womb, my marriage, my ministry, my body, my children, my home, and my destiny, I call down holy fire on them now in the Name of Jesus!
• Let every courtroom of darkness over my life and family be scattered by the fire of God. I invoke the Blood of Jesus as evidence in my defense! Let every tongue accusing me be silenced by the mercies of the Lord Jesus.
• Let the tongues that said I will not rise, witness my rising! Let the tongues that said I am forgotten, witness my crowning! In the name of Jesus!
• Voices speaking delay, stagnation, barrenness, marital destruction, financial dryness……, I reverse your verdict over my life and home in the name of Jesus!

 

NOW DECLARE: 

Oh Lord, my God, righteous Judge of all the earth, I lift my voice before Your holy throne. I come not in my own righteousness, but clothed in the spotless robe of Christ Jesus. I appear by the sprinkled blood that speaks better things than the blood of Abel. I cry for vindication today. Let the accuser of the brethren be cast down concerning my life. Let every demonic record brought before the courts of heaven against my name be struck out by the blood of Jesus. Let every voice whispering condemnation, delay, shame, and rejection be silenced by the voice of mercy. Every demonic utterance that has risen, or is planning to rise, to oppose my rising, to delay my fruitfulness, to question my consecration, to cast a shadow over my testimony, Lord, arise and silence them!

I declare that every tongue that has risen in judgment against me, knowingly or unknowingly, be condemned according to Isaiah 54:17. For it is written, “No weapon formed against me shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against me in judgment, I shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of Me, says the Lord.” So now, I condemn the tongues of envy, the tongues of bitterness, the tongues of slander, the tongues of spiritual manipulation, and the tongues of false prophecy that have spoken against my womb, against my marriage, against my destiny helpers, against my assignments, and against my prayer altar. I silence the demonic voices behind those tongues by the authority in the name of Jesus and by the fire of the Holy Ghost. Let their counsel turn to foolishness like Ahithophel. Let their curses return upon their own heads like Haman. Let their traps catch them, and let their nets entangle their own feet.

I speak as one who has overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony. The accuser is cast down! His access to the courts concerning my life is revoked! Every door he entered through, whether through ignorance, fear, sin, delay in repentance, or weakness, is now sealed by the mercy of God. I receive grace to walk uprightly, to be spiritually alert, to discern quickly, and to repent swiftly. I receive divine sensitivity, boldness in the Spirit, and a heart that is fully surrendered. I declare I am not condemned,  I am justified. I am not shamed, I am seated with Christ in heavenly places. I am not delayed, I am right on time for the mercy agenda of God. The mouth of the Lord has spoken it, and I believe it. Amen!

 

Round off with thanksgiving, 

 

STANDING IN THE GAP

Now, please intercede. Stand in the gap for others. Take these as if they were yours:

ONE: Let every stranger that has crept into my home fade away and get out of their closed places in Jesus name.

TWO: 1. want the daughters of Abba to please help join me in prayers that God will give me His grace to stand firm in his word and follow his instructions for my life. Every spirit of rising and falling, God will deliver me from it.

2. That every spirit of confusion be taken away from me concerning the brothers coming for me. Let God open my eyes and heart to know which is his will for me.

3. That God in his infinite mercy will visit my two sis-in-laws, my aunt and friend with the fruit of the womb.

4. And God will show me mercy in all areas of my life, especially my career and Job.

 

THREE: I want my sisters to join me in faith and ask God to intervene in my home. My husband’s infidelity is alarming ,I want God to transform him just like he encountered Saul.
God should bless him with another source of income.
Currently where we are living has been sold please ask God to give us his choice for another apartment and provide everything finance needed in acquiring it.

 

FOUR: I want people of God to join me in prayer. My result was release to my portal but it is not my result upload on it. Have check my result before it was good, checking on the portal now it is not the same again. Please help me to pray that God should intervene and take control. It draw my grade now

 

FATHER’S CORNER

Let the instrumental below play freely while you talk to God. Imagine Him seated right before you. Now, start to talk to Him like you can see Him. Heaven is open. Your Father is right before you. Ask away! Ask real things, meat, not chaff. It’s you and Him now. Spend this 10 minutes well, unrushed. spend more time if you so desire but make sure you spend time with your father. I can promise you before July ends, you’d start to have encounters you never knew existed! Ayaaa… Just open your mouth and let it pour! Amen!

Round off with thanksgiving when you are done. 

 

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Don’t forget! Our Juicy July Bible Study holds tonight at 9PM (WAT) on Google Meet (Ladies only). Please ensure you are studying the Scriptures as you fast and pray. God bless us all. 

Text for today: John 19

See you there, beautiful daughter of my Father!

 

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