When God speaks a promise over you, it often sounds like this: “I have a great idea—and I want you to be part of it.”

The eyes of hope and a “Maybe this time” faith see river rocks as weapons. Trials as joy-producing seasons. It knows the great exchange

God’s promises have no shelf life. Even if it we feel like we're too old, or delays seemed to have robbed us of our purpose.

Our prayers are not just a drop in the bucket. Our prayers call angel armies to action. Our prayers pierce heavens floor.

“The Lord took hold of me, and I was carried away by the Spirit of the Lord to a valley filled with bones. He led me all around among the...