Prayerwalker Journals

Footprints Walking on the dusty dead sea sand ... hot, dry and deadly air scorching through dirty, sticky hair wrinkles around the eyes reflect the wear and tear sweaty droplet trickles down the unwiped cheek onto lips that have never uttered to the Lord a prayer from the hard and unknown lonely heart surrounded by walls and hurts so deep do you know what it is and Who you seek? come walk with Jesus; hand-in-hand and see the countless footprints in the sand of those who prayed for you through your wear and tear you were so unaware how they often placed you in His care come walk with Jesus; hand-in-hand let the gentle breeze of the Holy Spirit bring you ease bring rest to your weary and tired knees come walk with Jesus; hand-in-hand and you will know the love of a Father and see the countless footprints in the sand of those who prayed for you you have a sister and a brother and we walk with you, on your sand Speechless... This is how I feel when I see God revealing Himself as I put the

As I pondered the prompting in my heart, to go on the 210km prayer-walk around the city of Johannesburg, the Holy Spirit spoke a very interesting thing to me: Walk around Johannesburg as if you are walking around the dead sea... I was intrigued and I delved deeper to understand God's heart. I thought I was to pray About the death and destruction in the city. About the barrenness and isolation that people experience. About the sinfulness and crime. But the Lord impressed on my heart to pray along the words in Ez 47... About water flowing from the temple, from a trickle to mighty river, into the Dead Sea. About how this river makes the water in the Dead Sea fresh so everything will live where the river goes. About how fishermen will come to fish and the fish will be of many kinds. He also showed me a principle in Jer 29:7 to pray to the Lord on behalf of the welfare of the city, for in its welfare you will find your welfare. I Timothy 2:1-2 First of all, then, I urge that supplicatio

This post is not about a prayer-walk I have done. It is about the Lord Jesus walking and impacting Peter, AND history... And now I have to just go and walk a long way to think about His amazing love for me Art by Lillis Boyer He came ... walking on the water that dark and scary night my heart jumped - I really got a fright Later He told me that a believing son or daughter will do greater works than He but that night, I was so afraid The wind blew hard and the water sprayed as I sank, I cried: Lord save me! He took hold of fearful, sinking ... me I remember the first time we met the toil and half a sinking ship - I was also wet I said: Depart from me, I am a sinful man... and then He said: From now you will be a fisher of men I forsook all - even that miraculously broken net Since that day He said, many times, to me: Fear not ... he wasn't there, when I followed at a distance to say Fear not - as I warmed myself at the fire telling them I do not know the man Then He looked at me His

A gold medal represents some kind of reward. Yesterday I was rewarded for months and years of training and dedication. But not by one token only... As one of 55 000 participants, I queued for over 3 hours this week to collect my registration pack for the 2010 Walk-the-Talk event. While standing in that line, I saw a relative going past. I haven't seen her in many years and before I could greet her, she was gone... I took part in the competitive race which was over 30km. We started at 06:30 am and after about 2 km I started to pray as I usually do while I train. These were just some random things that I talked to God about and I also shared a few encouraging words with fellow walkers as we passed each other. Just after the half-way mark something very interesting happened. The Holy Spirit reminded me of a sign I saw earlier that morning. I still see it clearly: A big BLACK number on a WHITE background - the number "22". It is amazing how I was looking down at that moment,

During the week I felt an increasing urge to pray for Uganda. More specific for the area around Moyo in the North; an area that has been in war for over 20 years. The people are displaced and in need of many services and supplies. The first week first week of August will see a 3-day crusade in that area, and a visit to 2 camps for distributing clothes and supplies to many, many displaced families. "Winds of Holy Fire" and "Redemption Ministries International"-ministry teams will also be ministering to orphans and widows. I cannot go (I think) - but I will pray. On Saturday I was ready to start off on a long prayer-walk, to intercede and also to discuss with God what is on His heart... And how to pray and what to pray for. I planned this prayer-walk a little in the sense that I wanted to walk around one of the most modern athletic tracks in the area. I felt to take a pen and a note pad, and every time I completed a lap, I would stop and write down what the Lord said.

During race-walk training, I did one of my personal best times today. That is the boring version of my testimony of God's goodness... Here is the exciting version: As I passed the 8km mark I was in a bit of a competitive battle with 3 other athletes. Thoughts went through my head about my position - relative to the others. One was a bit ahead, the other almost next to me and the other just behind. The time-trial was too competitive for chatting, and we were training too hard anyway. So I just talked with the Lord as we went along. I explained to the Lord how I understand the positioning of the other athletes. I think the Holy Spirit laid on my heart to ask the following: "Lord, one athlete is there in the front the other here and another behind... but Lord ... where exactly are you walking in this race?" "Lord, if I race-walk like this, where are You walking ...?" He astounded me by gently whispering this into my heart: I am right in front of you... I am on your

As I set out on an early morning training session; race-walking for 15km, I had only one thing in mind: to walk out 7,5km and back in a competitive time along that busy road. Walking out in the fresh (cold) air, all went well, but as I turned back the Holy Spirit whispered into my heart: "Just pray" When the Holy Spirit speaks ... especially when He speaks gently... I have come to realise that those are the times to really give heed. And I did... It broke my speed and brought my focus in another direction (a deeper way) As I walked, He lead me in prayer in the following way and He let me understand the following about when we pray its about what we do and what we pray during the day whether at work or at play This is what I heard him say: What are you doing on the outside? In other words - what do passers-by see you do? I answered that I was walking. People who see me, can see I am walking. The next question was interesting: What are you doing on the inside? In other words -