Growing pains

I have spent two hours in the past eight in prayer at Cornerstone. About a third of my time has been spent warring for Lebanon, but a lot of it has focused on individual relationships. I have probably spent more time listening than praying. I actually found myself just pacing the floor last night as God exposed spiritual strongholds in my life. Most of them are in boxes filled with abandonment memories and fears. After my time this morning, I only made it to my car before I could no longer hold back my tears. I cried the whole way home.

Now that the lid is off, God has promised me that if I allow Him to operate he can remove it all.