DEAD ON ARRIVAL!

JUICY JULY 2025: ABBA FATHER

DAY 13: DEAD ON ARRIVAL

TEXT: EXODUS 1:15-16; MATTHEW 2:16; 2 KINGS 11:1

BIBLE STUDY: JOHN 13

 

Dear Daughters of Abba, another day has come, Day 13 of Juicy July 2025. Oh, glory be to the Lord who has kept us, drawn us, and still calls us higher. What a Father! What a mercy! What a privilege to journey with Him this far. Today’s theme is DEAD ON ARRIVAL!

There is strength for today. There is light for the path. There is oil for our lamps. Let us come in with reverence, with hunger, with fire. He who began this good work is not done yet. May we pray again today and win in the Mighty Name of Jesus.

 

Sing this song if you know it:

And if you don’t know it, just pray in the lyrics. Let’s get warmed up ahead of today’s fire:

 

Itana ogo mi ko ma re danu

May the light of my glory never be extinguished.

Ogo mi wa lowo Oluwa

My glory is in the hands of the Lord.

Emi mimo gbe ogo mi dani

The Holy Spirit is the one who upholds and carries my glory.

Ogo mi wa lowo Oluwa

My glory is secure in the Lord’s hands.

Emi mimo gbe ogo mi dani

The Holy Spirit bears it up, strengthens it.

itana ogo mi ko ma re danu

May the shining light of my destiny and glory never be dimmed. 

 

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.

 

Hallelujah!!!!!!! It’s been testimonies upon testimonies since Day One of Juicy July 2025—I’d be an ingrate if I didn’t share them. I’ll just highlight the striking ones.

First, on the first day, sometime after 12 p.m., I started experiencing symptoms of the ulcer I had previously been healed of, just as I was preparing to join the fast. I whispered some prayers to Abba and told God that I wouldn’t stop the program because of the pain and symptoms. I promised Him I’d continue to the very last day of Juicy July—and almost immediately, the pain disappeared. I’ve followed the prayers from Day One till now, and I’ve been in awe of how Abba stepped in.

Before Thursday (Day 9), I had been praying for God to help me settle my debts, provide money to buy curtains for my room, and pay for my bag-making class—the deadline was the 26th—among other prayer requests. I was owing over ₦100,000, but by God’s help, I reduced it to a little over ₦40,000. The day I saw that prayer request from the sister praying for her bag-making class, I sincerely prayed for both her and myself.

Fast forward to Thursday night—I was sincerely tired and burdened with a lot of thoughts. My needs felt like they were choking me, and I was restless. I spoke with my dad about money for my final year expenses, and his response was, “Keep praying.” To the glory of God, on Day 11, the way God surprised me ehhhh! I got an alert that cleared all my debts, paid for the bag-making class, and bought my curtains. Glorrrrrrrrrrry!

What amazed me even more about the bag-making class was this: I had joined the class late last year when it cost just ₦28,500, but was only able to pay ₦9,500 due to financial constraints. I got access to just the introductory part and was excluded from the rest of the class. Using what I learned, I managed to produce two of the styles taught. I had prayed and asked God to help me join the next class starting in August—even though the price had now increased to ₦50,000. So when I sent money to the Ma’am, I was stunned when she told me to simply complete the payment from last year and granted me full access to the class. The Lord granted me favour—I paid ₦28,500 instead of ₦50,000.

Thank You Jesus! Praise the Lord

 

EXHORTATION: DEAD ON ARRIVAL!

There was a story shared by a man of God.

He said in his family, something strange always happened when any child clocked 21. It was like an invisible line had been drawn in the spirit, a timeline that hell had marked. At 21, something must go wrong. Not just anything ordinary, but something that would cripple destiny.

The first child, bright and promising, got to 21. Out of nowhere, schizophrenia struck. No warning, no signs. His mind broke. That was the beginning of his decline.

The second child, a girl, was approaching that age. Her mother had received a prophecy that something dark was lurking ahead. She took it seriously and began to pray. Yet, even with the prayers, on getting to 21, the girl was struck in her leg. Her leg suddenly became abnormally large, far bigger than the other. It was shocking. When they finally went to extract the pus that had built up inside, they filled an entire bucket with it. According to the man of God, if her mother had not prayed, that girl would have been dead. The prayer didn’t stop the attack, but it stopped death.

Still, no one had fully decoded the pattern. No one had put the pieces together to say: “This is not ordinary.” So, time passed. The third child, a boy, hit that same age, 21, and was struck down again with schizophrenia. Another mind destroyed. Another glorious light dimmed.

That was when the man of God, still very young then, began to see the pattern. It dawned on him. The timeline. The age. The sequence. The pain. The wickedness. These children, they weren’t useless. They were glorious. But something hated their rising. Something was programming their downfall.

He knew he couldn’t keep quiet. He had to arise. He had to fight, or he would be the next target. His 21st birthday was approaching. He hadn’t even remembered. But the kingdom of darkness had not forgotten. What had been programmed decades before was waiting.

On the eve of his 21st birthday, while preparing to attend a prayer meeting, something eerie happened. A bird entered his bedroom. Not a dream. Not a vision. A real bird. It came in, and he knew immediately: this is not natural. He began to pray in the Spirit. Deep tongues. Fire-filled warfare. It wasn’t a long time into the prayer before the bird began to lose control. Its wings broke, something shifted, and the bird vanished.

Not long after, one of his sorcerer uncles died.

That’s when it all made sense. A family filled with bright, glorious children, each cut down at 21. That attack wasn’t physical. It was ancient. It was intentional. And it was spiritual. Thank God he woke up to say ‘No more!’. That declaration delivered his two younger ones at their own ‘21 season’. 

This life is spiritual. So spiritual, sis! 

You cannot afford to walk blindly. Not when there are programmed attacks waiting at the gate of your destiny. Not when there are glory quenchers lurking, ready to strike just as your light begins to shine.

And that’s why we’re here today, Day 13 of Juicy July 2025.  To arise. To see. To war.

Before the pattern repeats.
Before the story is rewritten in pain.
Before another glory dies… on arrival!!! 

 

DEAD ON ARRIVAL!

That is the theme and the burden for today.

This is a verdict that hell tries to write over many lives. A stamp placed on promising children. A spiritual declaration from the camp of darkness that says: “You will not live to manifest!” “You will not rise to fulfill destiny!” “You may be born, but your glory will die!”

Some destinies are hunted from the womb. Some are marked from childhood. Others, like that man of God’s family, have their destruction scheduled. At a certain age. At a certain breakthrough. At a certain glory-point, the enemy activates the code: DOA — Dead on Arrival.

Maybe at their first birthday or at the third trimester in the womb or after NYSC or at age 30. Or shortly after the wedding….

Dead on Arrival means:

• The glory was real… but it never lived.
• The child was born… but never fulfilled destiny.
• The light flickered… but never had time to shine.

That is what we are standing against today.

We are here to say:

“Itana ogo mi ko ni re danu!”
“The light of my glory will not be extinguished!”

 

“My glory will not be dead on arrival!”

“The child God gives me/will give me will not be born into affliction!”

“My marriage will not be born into destruction!”

“My business will not collapse at breakthrough!”

“The evil programme written over my life is cancelled by fire!”

This is Judgment Day for the spirits of “Dead on Arrival, sis! 

Let the altars speak, we will answer with the blood of Jesus.

Let the birds fly, we will shoot them down with fire.

Let the timeline rise, we will reset it in the name of the Lord.

We have waited long enough. Today, we fight!!! Amen???

 

DEAD ON ARRIVAL: BIBLE EXAMPLES

Let’s spend time to see how this evil manifests so we can know how to fervently pray. 

Throughout Scripture, we see chilling examples of destinies cut short the moment they began to rise, dead on assignment, because the enemy feared what they carried. 

When Moses was born, Pharaoh issued a decree to kill every male child. The devil saw a deliverer in the making and moved to end his life before the assignment could begin, he couldn’t succeed but what of the precious boys that died in his place? They died on arrival! They were born to die! 

When Jesus was born, Herod ordered the massacre of all boys two years and under in Bethlehem, a ruthless attempt to abort the Messiah’s mission before He could even walk. He couldn’t succeed but what of those many kids whose destinies were jeopardised in the game of life!!! 

Joash, heir to David’s throne, was almost slaughtered with his siblings by Athaliah, a wicked queen determined to wipe out the royal seed. 

 

Sis, these were satanic strategies to stop divine assignments before they could take root! 

 

Even in the New Testament, Judas Iscariot, though chosen as one of the twelve, died before his apostolic assignment could be fulfilled, falling from his ordained position. The enemy snatched him through greed and guilt, aborting the ministry he should have walked in. 

In Luke 8, Jesus tells of the seed that never bore fruit because the devil immediately stole it, a symbol of Word-filled destinies dead on assignment because they never matured beyond planting!

Stephen, a powerful evangelist full of the Holy Spirit, was stoned to death in Acts 7 at the height of his anointing, not because he was weak, but because hell panicked at the impact he was about to make. 

These stories reveal a disturbing but critical truth, sis: the devil doesn’t wait for your assignment to flourish before attacking. He comes for it as soon as it is sighted!!! 

 

DEAD ON ARRIVAL: EVIL DESTINY MIDWIVES

Yes, this evil is carried out by the spirits I’d call Evil Destiny Midwives.

They are not the kind that help birth purpose.  They are not like Shiphrah and Puah, the Hebrew midwives who feared God and refused to kill the male children of Israel (Exodus 1:15–21).

No! These are sabotaging midwives, positioned at the gate of delivery not to assist, but to abort.

• They are stationed in families, bloodlines, communities, churches, or covenants, and their assignment is singular:
• To ensure the seed never becomes a tree.
  
• To make sure the baby never walks.
  
• To make sure the candle is lit, only so they can blow it out.
  
• To ensure that the glory is spotted, only so they can kill it in celebration.
• They are smiling agents with evil hands.
  
• They say “push!” but their hands are already stretching to snap the neck of destiny.
  
• They carry the scissors of mockery, the forceps of fear, and the hands of death.

 

PRACTICAL MANIFESTATIONS OF DEAD OF ARRIVAL

• A woman carries her baby for 9 months. She prays. She sings. She decorates the nursery. Then, during delivery, something goes wrong. The baby is born still. Or he comes out alive and dies after 3 days. She’s left staring at a quiet crib.

  A devilish midwife cut the flower as it bloomed.

 

• A brilliant child, smart, sensitive, always full of life, turns 13. Then something shifts. He becomes withdrawn. Or rebellious. Or mentally unstable. Teachers begin to complain. Suddenly, the child who was meant to be a voice to nations is now just trying to stay sane.

  A devilish midwife entered the season of glory with a plan to destroy it.

 

• A couple finally marry. Their joy is full. Two months in, quarrels start. Strange dreams. Stubborn arguments. Finances start to collapse. In-laws begin to meddle. Love begins to die. No one cheated, but the home is cold. Silent war replaces their honeymoon joy.

  A devilish midwife was waiting at the wedding altar, clapping as they said “I do” only to turn their agreement into affliction.

 

• A pastor receives a divine mandate. A church is about to be born. A calling is clear. He starts, then an attack on his kidney. Or he gets discouraged. Or a loved one suddenly dies. Or helpers disappear. Or shame visits. He shuts down what could have birthed revival.

  The devilish midwife cut the umbilical cord of ministry before it could stand.

 

• She finally settles into marriage after years of waiting, and just when she begins to feel at peace, her husband dies suddenly. No prior health issue. No warning. Just silence. She wears white one year, black the next.

  The devil waited for joy to arrive, then struck.

 

• He labors for years, pushing through school, gathering certificates, building his name. He finally reaches the peak of his career, a promotion, an appointment, a contract, a platform. But just at that height, he collapses with a stroke, or he’s falsely accused and imprisoned, or he dies.

  The devilish midwife doesn’t mind you climbing as long as he’s the one pulling the ladder.

 

• A mother buries her child again. She’s had five pregnancies. Four never made it past the first trimester. One was born and died mysteriously. Each time, hope rises… and death comes to crush it.
  
  The devil has hired midwives over her womb!! And their job? To make sure she never hears the laughter of her baby! They never suckle at her breasts! 

 

• A man receives his long-awaited salary, or a long-withheld promotion package finally lands. Just that week, a medical emergency arises. A car crashes. A family member is rushed to surgery.
  
  All the money to be enjoyed goes out like water. The devil waits at the gate of breakthrough, with a leak already prepared. He doesn’t stop the inflow; he simply ensures there’s a hole in the bag.

 

• A couple is full of love and promise. They marry, start a business, and ministry doors begin to open. But they keep seeing miscarriage after miscarriage. Every pregnancy begins in joy and ends in mourning. They have buried more children than they’ve raised.

  These are not just “hormonal issues.” These are altars of destruction, assigning spirits to abort life and kill legacy.

 

• A young woman prepares for her wedding. Prophecies have confirmed it. Her parents approve. The groom is godly. But one month before, a strange sickness hits. Or a fight breaks out. Or she dreams of her wedding dress torn and stained. The wedding is called off. The joy ends in confusion.

  The devil didn’t just want to delay her marriage. He wanted it Dead on Arrival.

 

• A mother who has worked tirelessly for decades, trained children, endured hardship, built her home with quiet strength… finally retires. Her daughter just gave birth. She’s looking forward to rest, to holding her grandchildren, to enjoying the fruit of her labor. Then, cancer. Stage 4. Aggressive. Sudden. Just as she was about to live, something came to kill.

  The devil did not mind her laboring, he just didn’t want her enjoying. Dead on Arrival, not of a baby, but of rest.

 

• A father lives frugally. He denies himself, hustles to send his son to school. He celebrates small wins, pushing through each stage with hope. Then finally, the son gets a job abroad, he begins processing to bring his father over. Dreams start forming, until the father suddenly loses his eyesight. One moment, vision. The next, darkness. Just as the dream was becoming real!!!

  That’s not normal. That’s targeted wickedness. That is a devilish midwife waiting at the gate of reward.

 

And sometimes, the devil doesn’t need a shrine or a snake. All he needs is a person. A boss. A supervisor. A professor. A partner. A gatekeeper. A so-called helper with a dark heart and an altar behind their smile!!!

 

• You finally get accepted into a PhD program after years of praying, planning, and pushing. You’re excited, full of vision. But then, your assigned supervisor turns out to be a destiny killer. Not in the obvious way, no insults, no witchcraft chants. But little by little, you are cancelled.

  She criticizes your work unfairly. She refuses to approve chapters. She ignores your emails. She fails to show up for meetings. She blocks your funding. She smiles at your peers and freezes you out.Year after year, you’re stuck. Not because you’re not brilliant. Not because you’re not hardworking. But because you unknowingly landed in the hands of a devilish midwife in academic regalia. You were cancelled at arrival. Dead on Arrival. Not in the womb. But in the hands of a spiritual abortionist wearing a gown and holding a red pen.

 

And it’s not just in academics.

 

• A woman finally meets a godly man. All checks align. Everything looks perfect. But a so-called mentor or “prophet” whispers: “He’s not the one. God says wait.”  She waits. And waits. And waits. Years pass, and the man moves on. She later finds out the mentor was jealous. Or controlling. Or speaking out of flesh. But the damage is done.

  Her season of joy was cancelled by a midwife in disguise.

 

• You get a new job. It’s the one you prayed for. The pay is great. The role is fulfilling. But just as you arrive, your direct supervisor begins to sabotage you. You are assigned impossible tasks. You are excluded from meetings. You are accused falsely. You are written off. Eventually, you resign, or are fired. And the one who blocked you continues, as if it was nothing.

  That might not be an ordinary boss. That couild be a strategically positioned spiritual midwife sent to make sure your breakthrough would not live.

 

• You register your business legally. You get the funding. You open your shop or launch your platform. And your first customer, yes, your very first, brings a strange atmosphere. After that, everything collapses. You lose clients. You lose peace. The joy of the beginning dies.

  That customer wasn’t just a person but an altar in flesh.

 

These powers don’t strike at birth, they wait. They wait until you’ve labored. They wait until joy is in sight. They wait until you’re wiping sweat and finally beginning to smile. They wait until harvest time, then they strike.

These are sabotaged seasons. These are dead-on-arrival harvests. These are demonic conclusions planted at the edge of joy.

This is what many are living through. Every time you are near the finish line, something pulls you back. Every time the flower begins to open, a strange wind blows it off. Every time the glory begins to shine, a covering is cast over it. This is not normal. This is not just “bad luck.” This is not coincidence. This is spiritual abortion. This is sabotage. This is Dead on Arrival.

And maybe worst of all, some don’t even recognize the pattern. They spiritualize it. They blame themselves. They call it life. They call it fate. They move on but they carry dead babies in their arms. Dead dreams. Dead glories. Dead marriages. Dead confidence. Dead religion.

This is why you must awaken. This is why we cry out today.

Every devilish midwife must die. Every altar of abortion must scatter. Every cycle of destruction must break. Every joy that begins will now come to full term. Your candle will not be blown out. Your glory will not be dead on arrival.

 

WHO WAS WAITING AT MY DELIVERY ROOM?

There are times you must pause, not just to pray, but to look back. To trace the patterns. To ask hard, spiritual questions:

 

“Why did that joy die before it started?”

“Why did I labor and never enter into rest?”

“Why does the story of my life always end right at the edge of breakthrough?”

 

It is not always fate. It is not always coincidence!!!

Sometimes, the reason the baby never cried, the marriage never lasted, the career never took off, the money never lasted, is because a devilish midwife was already waiting at the gate of your delivery room.

She may not have worn black robes. She may have smiled. She may have had the title of “boss,” “auntie,” “mentor,” or even “pastor.”
But her assignment was one: to cancel your glory at arrival.

That PhD you never finished. That job you lost unfairly. That marriage that broke before it even had time to stand. That womb that never kept a baby. That pregnancy that ends just after baby shopping begins. That huge contract that ends in debt instead of profit. That house you built but never lived in. That ministry you launched that no one attended.

And the painful part is: you knew you carried glory! You knew God gave it to you. But it never lived. It never lasted. Because something, or someone, always showed up just in time, to kill it.

Now, your life is full of half-buried dreams, closed folders, unfinished testimonies, and cemeteries of what could have been.

But not anymore, sis! Right?  Today, we arise. Today, we confront. Today, we war.

Because every devilish midwife must die.

Every hand that has ever snatched our babies must wither.

Every gatekeeper of destruction must be replaced by fire-filled angels.

Every cancelled destiny must be reactivated.

We will not be silent. We will not hand over our joy. We will not bury another promise. In the Mighty Name of Jesus. 

 

CONSUMING FIRE by Jimmy D Psalmist

Let’s bare it all open before our Father today as we listen to and pray with this song:

AUDIO:

You’re the all consuming fire

I worship You today

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

You’re the all consuming fire

I worship You today

 

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

You’ve got fire in your eyes

Nothing hides from You

You see everything

 

Even the deepest secrets of men

Expose every evil

Consume every wickedness

You are the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

You’ve got fire in your eyes

Nothing hides from You

You see everything

 

Even the deepest secrets of men

Expose every evil

Consume every wickedness

Give us the victory Lord

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire I worship You today

You’re the all consuming fire

 

Come and manifest yourself

You’re the all consuming fire

I bow before your throne

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire

 

I worship You today

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire

I bow before your throne

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

 

Set my heart on fire

Make me a shining light

Set my soul on fire, manifest yourself through me

Speak through my voice Lord

See through my eyes

You are the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

Set my heart on fire

 

Make me a shining light

Set my soul on fire, manifest yourself through me

Speak through my voice Lord

See through my eyes

You are the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire I worship You today

You’re the all consuming fire

 

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire

I bow before your throne

You’re the all consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

You are the all consuming fire

With blazing fire in your eyes

Consuming every evil works

 

Come and manifest yourself

You are the all consuming fire

With blazing fire in your eyes

Consuming every evil works

Come and manifest yourself

You are the all consuming fire

With blazing fire in your eyes

 

Consuming every evil works

Come and manifest yourself

You are the all consuming fire

With blazing fire in your eyes

Consuming every evil works

Come and manifest yourself

 

Consuming fire

Consuming fire

Consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

Consuming fire

Consuming fire

Consuming fire

Come and manifest yourself

 

TAKE A SHORT TIME TO PAUSE

This battle is not just against external enemies. Sometimes, the greatest doors the enemy uses are the ones we left open ourselves. You’ve heard about devilish midwives and satanic saboteurs, and yes, they are real. But now it’s time to ask: Have I, in any way, allowed their work to prosper in my life? 

Have I been careless with sin? Have I nursed bitterness, hatred, or unforgiveness in my heart? Have I permitted jealousy, slander, prayerlessness, or spiritual laziness to weaken my defenses? Could it be that the things afflicting me have found legal grounds in my life?

Jesus made a statement in John 14:30 that must become our cry in this generation. He said, “The prince of this world comes, and he finds nothing in me.” That means Satan is always coming. Always checking. Always probing. He is searching for a claim, an evidence, a doorway, something familiar. And when he finds it, when he sees that we are harboring what belongs to him, he goes quickly to accuse us before the Father. He goes to say, “She is mine. That one is my property. He cannot claim freedom while carrying my load.”

We must ask ourselves honestly: What does the devil have in my possession? Is there pride in me? Rebellion? Secret sin? Offense against God? Am I harboring his weapons and still trying to fight him? You cannot curse what you have secretly agreed with. You cannot reject what you have quietly protected. You cannot rebuke darkness if your own life is still hosting it.

If we are going to overcome, we must not just fight, we must surrender. Before we roar in warfare, we must fall to our knees in repentance. Before we chase devils, we must close every door. Before we cry for fire, we must ensure there’s no gasoline of sin left in our closets. The enemy cannot abort what God has planted if we ourselves do not give him access. So, check your house. Search your spirit. Clean your hands. Purify your heart. Let your life cry, “The prince of this world came, and found nothing in me.”

 

REPENTANCE

Let us pray fervently from our hearts before we start digging into warfare. Repentance is actually the heart of warfare because from there we launch out with power and confidence! 

Let us pray:

Father, I come before You with my heart laid bare. I confess that in many ways, I have opened doors that should have remained shut. I have allowed fear, pride, bitterness, envy, and disobedience,………….. to take root in my heart. I have not guarded my spirit as I should. I have walked carelessly in seasons that required consecration. I have permitted compromise where I should have drawn the line. Lord, I repent.

Have mercy on me, O God. Wash me in the blood of Jesus. Cleanse me from every sin that has given the enemy ground in my life. Where I have tolerated what You hate, forgive me. Where I have welcomed what You warned against, deliver me. I renounce every hidden agreement, every ungodly covenant, every thought, word, or action that aligned me with darkness. I release every offense. I lay down every idol. 

Today, I refuse to carry the enemy’s property in my life any longer. I release the weight of sin and the stains of guilt. I plead the blood of Jesus over my body, soul, and spirit. Let Your fire purify me, inside and out. Let every accusation of the enemy be silenced by the voice of mercy. I declare that I belong to Jesus Christ, spirit, soul, and body. And from this moment forward, I give no place to the devil.

Father, give me grace to walk uprightly. Let the fear of God consume my heart again. Restore my hunger for righteousness. Teach my hands to war and my feet to flee temptation. And as I rise from this place of repentance, I ask that every access point the enemy has used be sealed by the blood. Let Your presence go before me. Let Your glory cover me. And let my life be a testimony that though the prince of this world came, he found nothing in me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

 

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.

• O Lord my God, arise in Your fury and scatter every satanic midwife positioned to kill my glory at infancy!
• Every spiritual midwife assigned to abort my purpose receive fire and perish in the name of Jesus!
• I decree by the blood of Jesus: my glory shall not be dead on arrival! It shall live and speak in my generation!
• Every invisible hand assigned to snuff out my joy at the edge of breakthrough, wither by fire now!
• Altars of early death, miscarriage, and spiritual abortion in my bloodline, catch fire and burn to ashes!
• You gatekeepers of sorrow standing at the door of my testimony, be unseated by thunder in the name of Jesus!
• Every pattern of rising and sudden falling in my life, I break you now by the anointing! I break you by the blood!
• Any person, system, or structure serving as a midwife of sabotage in my life, I disconnect from you by fire!
• Every candle of glory that has been blown out in my life, be reignited now by the fire of the Holy Ghost!
• O God arise, and bring judgment upon every Athaliah that has risen to slaughter my royal future!
• Every coffin prepared for my marriage, my ministry, my health, or my children, catch fire and backfire now!
• I command every glory of mine in any area buried at birth, aborted in the womb, or silenced in infancy, resurrect now in the name of Jesus!
• Every demon assigned to monitor my pregnancy, purpose, or project, go blind by fire!
• Powers that are waiting for my harvest season in order to scatter it, be wasted by the whirlwind of God!
• Every appointment with failure, delay, or death at the point of manifestation, I cancel you by the covenant of the blood!
• O Lord, turn every midwife of darkness to a vessel of shame! Let their nets catch their own heads!
• Every helper turned destroyer, be exposed, disgraced, and replaced in the name of Jesus!
• I recover every testimony, every child, every vision, every plan that was killed at the gate of delivery, arise and live again!
• Wherever my name has been tabled for spiritual abortion, I scatter the gathering by the fire of God!
• Father, release holy angels as midwives over my life, let Your fire attend every labor room of glory assigned to me!

 

NOW, DECLARE AGAINST ‘DEAD ON ARRIVAL’ SPIRIT:

• I declare: My glory shall not die in the womb. It shall not be aborted. It shall not be buried. It shall live and flourish in Jesus’ name!
• I am delivered from every satanic pattern of rising and falling, of birthing and burying. I shall no longer miscarry my joy!
• Every labor room of my destiny shall produce testimonies. I shall deliver greatness with ease, by the help of the Spirit of God.
• The fire of God now surrounds the gates of my marriage, my ministry, my family, and my future. No evil hand shall touch my promise again!
• I declare that every evil midwife assigned to monitor my seasons has been judged. Their altars are in ruins. Their weapons have failed.
• From this day forward, divine midwives, angels of fire, help, and holy intercession, are stationed around my life.
• Every delayed prophecy, every dream I buried, every purpose I left behind, I call you forth by fire. Arise and live again!
• My light will shine and not be blown out. My marriage will begin and not be sabotaged. My children will be born and not buried.
• I will not be used, then wasted. I will not labor in vain. I will not die in the middle of my story. I will eat the fruit of my travail.
• I am covered. I am consecrated. I am carried by God. I am backed by fire. I will finish well. I will enter my full manifestation.
• The prince of this world comes and finds nothing in me. My life is not his. My destiny is not his. My glory belongs to God alone!
• Every chain has broken. Every hand of sabotage has withered. Every evil pattern has shattered. It is over. I am free.

 

STANDING IN THE GAP

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

ONE: Lord Jesus, please give me the promise of Father, baptise me in your Holy Spirit in Jesus name Amen.

Father, I pray that I will love you indeed, I will not grow lukewarm or cold after this July, that I will be deeply rooted in you, bearing fruits upward in Jesus name Amen. That next July 2026, if Jesus tarries, I will be standing in faith, loving you more in Jesus name Amen

Father, please heal my parents and parents in law especially my mum, grant them wholeness and soundness in body, soul and spirit in Jesus name Amen

Lord Jesus, please revive my husband and household, set us on fire for you, let our home be godly indeed and give us our first love for you in Jesus name Amen. I pray for my husband that you grant him godly teachers and build him up spiritually in Jesus name Amen

Father, please have mercy on my brother, save his soul and straighten all crooked paths, it’s been years on this seemingly fruitless journey, have mercy and restore the years the locusts have eaten in Jesus name Amen

Father, please restore my brother in law and his wife’s marriage, we have prayed, cried and it has caused heart ache in the family. Please save their souls and reconcile them, please give them a second chance and rewrite their love story to the glory of your name in Jesus name Amen

Father, please remember my family friends looking unto you for the fruit of the womb, I have three close families, I pray you remember them this year and they rejoice with their bundle of joys next year in Jesus name Amen

Father, please heal my friend’s sons, that you perfect all that concerns them, they start speaking and reach all the developmental milestones missed/delayed, that you grant them wholeness in body, soul and spirit in Jesus name Amen.

Father, please we need a miracle concerning the purchase of our home as a family, that you do what only you can do and provide abundantly for the 20% down payment: please give us a house that will bless us as family and all glory be to your name concerning the process in Jesus name Amen

 

TWO: Dear BUD, please pray for me… I was born from a polygamous marriage. My mum was the junior wife, though she did restitution after she gave her life Christ, this is now 12 years after she left the marriage but there has been so much hatred coming from the other family… I am single and I want God to spare me from marrying into a family full of hatred and jealous towards the other because of mistakes made by parents. I grew up with bitterness because mum’s decision to let go of that marriage gave me an orphan spirit, I thought I had grown but Day 1 of juicy july really broke me and made me realize I was still carrying bitterness in my heart. I know I am here because God wants to heal my heart and give me a different perspective on life and all. I hope to come back next time with a testimony.

 

THREE:In my work place I am seen as the most ineffective. Im a nurse . Everyone sees me as unproductive because my hand shakes due to anxiety. I need prayers for God to heal me so I will be able to do my job. God should raise helpers for me. So I can leave this country. 

 

FOUR: First and foremost, I want to appreciate Abba for His divine visitations and revelations even the superfluous victories He has been giving me back-to-back as I engage Him this season! For my July 1st Testimony too! I want to appreciate God for The BUD FAMILY AFRICA. This family has been such a blessing!

Please pray with me that:
1. God will settle my sister maritally this year. This issue is heartbreaking to me but I believe there is nothing God cannot do, her birthday is coming up soon and if it be the will of God, I really desire God gifts her this goodnews by bringing the right person as her birthday gift.
2. God will settle me maritally too his year. I want to be the woman Gid wants me to be for my husband and home, I don’t want to be a foolish woman but a wise one who is submitted to God and her husband in the Lord. I want a home where God is the leading one!
3. That God will heal me from this soreness in my lap. I believe in the healing power of the blood of Jesus.
4. That God will keep my brothers in His love, the vibes that’s going roundabout these days will not capture their soul and turn them away from God.
5. That God will do new things in my family and settle the remaining debts.

 

Round off with thanksgiving, 

 

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 13

See you there, beautiful daughter of my Father!

 

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