When I am in deep distress, and I have been waiting a long time, and it seems like my sky has turned to brass? I ask the question, “Where is the God of Elijah?”
Then I turn to scripture.
To remind myself.
“God-Enthroned, be revealed in splendor as you ride upon the cherubim! How perfectly you lead us, a people set free. Loving shepherd of Israel—listen to our hearts’ cry! Shine forth from your throne of dazzling light. In the sight of Benjamin, Ephraim, and Manasseh, stir up your mighty power in full display before our eyes. Break through and reveal yourself by coming to our rescue.” Psalm 80:1-2 TPT
How often I forget how much authority I have with heaven.
I have been pleading with God all summer to, “Send the rain.”
But it’s been more of sickened heart cry than an authoritative command.
God has reminded me over and over again.
I have the authority of Kingship!
Why am I always forgetting?
Then God whispers the question to my heart that always reminds me again, “Where is the God of Elijah?”
He reminds me of my authority by reminding me that Elijah’s God is my God! And since Jesus died to bequeath me His authority—I am to stand in that authority when I mean business—not with weak and whimpering prayers…
I am to remind myself, (God is already fully aware) that I have the authority of Elijah, and the Kingship of Jesus and His name, when I petition heaven.
I am not to stroll into God’s throne room casually, or flippantly—nor am I to crawl!
- I am to come BOLDLY.
- I am to come THANKING.
- I am to come SINGING…
- For I am the daughter of a KING!
My Father is the God of Elijah!
Elijah commanded the heavens to be closed—and they were!
Elijah commanded the heavens to open—and they did!
My Father is the God of Elijah—and He has given me His Kingdom power and authority!
Revive us, O God! Let your beaming face shine upon us
with the sunrise rays of glory;
then nothing will be able to stop us.
O God, the mighty Commander of Angel Armies,
how much longer will you smolder in anger?
How much longer will you be disgusted with your people
even when they pray?
You have fed us with sorrow and grief
and made us drink our tears by the bowlful.
You’ve made us a thorn in the side of all the neighboring lands,
and now they just laugh at us with their mocking scorn.
Come back, come back, O God, and restore us!
You are the Commander of Angel Armies.
Let your beaming face shine upon us with the sunrise rays of glory,
and then nothing will be able to stop us!
Psalm 80: 3-7 TPT
Women With Destiny 