the birth of an intercessor
I can’t stop weeping. Patti and I read hundreds of blogs weekly. We respond to most of them, she more often than I. They’re all good, but every now and then, you read one that seems to dissolve the ceaseless barking of everyday task and cares. The stories wreck us, because the writer has been wrecked. We’ve already spent enough time with “L” squad to know that they’re a part of our spiritual inheritance. The richest and most fertile soil for us to plant, water and nurture. We also know a “little bit” about these kid’s past, their pain, their dreams and the undeniable transformation that happens oh so stealthily. Then, like a bolt from heaven, someone writes a blog that peels back the cocoon and reveals a breath-taking beauty and change in one of the most spiritually ugly places on the planet.
The Birth Of An Intercessor. I believe that is a reality about MaryAnne. I felt the prophetic winds as I was reading. I don’t claim to know a whole lot, but when the Wind blows…I usually know it. I really think it’s worth your precious time to read this blog. It’s a great story that can’t all be told here. It’s a story of a woman that is growing in anointing and intimacy with the Father. Another life wrecked for the spiritual ordinary!
