How to Start Your War Room

Last Sunday, at the end of service, our pastor invited anyone who felt called to come to the front and pray. I looked ahead at my family, a few rows in front of me, feeling reluctant to admit my great sense of need while they looked on. Asking God to be with me while I…

An Invitation to my War Room

I’m writing to you an invitation to my table. My table comes in many forms. One day it is a circle of people who believe in your becoming. On another day it is us, one on one with a coffee in our hands. Today, though, it is me finding you right where you are. The…