"When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." - Matthew 6:6
In 2010, the office at my home became a secret place where I could tuck myself into the reality of God. It was then, that He taught me how to close the door in order to allow all distractions to slip away and learn how to steady my heart with His. I slowly started to collect items that I could set up in His presence, while I enjoyed listening for His heartbeat. It is not uncommon to prepare rooms in our house for people we love. The baby is presented with a nursery, while our guests are lavished with a dinning room that is coincidentally only used twice a year (Thanksgiving and Christmas). Why is it that I didn't have a room dedicated to the King?
When we moved into our new home, I was determined to have a place for us to meet. The house we purchased had an "extra" room that was deemed wasted space to everyone else. As for me, it was the reason I wanted the house. Little by little, His room was filled with things that pleased Him. I could feel His approval as I carefully selected each item. Some of the items were gifts, given to me by loved ones, and I could sense His hand moving over them.
The newest addition is a 36x48' painting of the Holy Spirit moving and breathing throughout the Cross on Calvary. I visited a church recently and this painting was on the stage. I was mesmerized by the colorful canvas and determined to somehow hang a copy in my prayer room for the Lord to enjoy. The first thing I did was beg God to make it happen. I didn't know how and I didn't know where to start. My husband began reaching out to artists to see if they could paint it. I contacted the church to receive permission to replicate it and to my surprise they put me in contact with the artist. After speaking to him, he sent me a link to purchase the canvas and I bought the biggest size he offered.
As God would have it, the artist himself, came to my prayer room to drop it off personally. He told us the painting was named, "The Baptism" and it was birthed out of heartache and pain. 'Of course it was,' I thought to myself. We all stood in the Lord's room; The artist, Jason, Noah, and myself, holding hands while he blessed and prayed over the painting. He asked the Lord to powerfully use it for those who come here to receive prayer. It's this very room, where God calls the brokenhearted and crushed in spirit to come and receive freedom. Demons have been cast out and the sick have been healed in this room. Jesus says, "If you cast out demons by the spirit of God, then you will surely know the Kingdom of God has come upon you" (Matthew 12:28). I intended the room to be mine and His, I should have known He would want to share it with others.
In 2010, the office at my home became a secret place where I could tuck myself into the reality of God. It was then, that He taught me how to close the door in order to allow all distractions to slip away and learn how to steady my heart with His. I slowly started to collect items that I could set up in His presence, while I enjoyed listening for His heartbeat. It is not uncommon to prepare rooms in our house for people we love. The baby is presented with a nursery, while our guests are lavished with a dinning room that is coincidentally only used twice a year (Thanksgiving and Christmas). Why is it that I didn't have a room dedicated to the King?
When we moved into our new home, I was determined to have a place for us to meet. The house we purchased had an "extra" room that was deemed wasted space to everyone else. As for me, it was the reason I wanted the house. Little by little, His room was filled with things that pleased Him. I could feel His approval as I carefully selected each item. Some of the items were gifts, given to me by loved ones, and I could sense His hand moving over them.
The newest addition is a 36x48' painting of the Holy Spirit moving and breathing throughout the Cross on Calvary. I visited a church recently and this painting was on the stage. I was mesmerized by the colorful canvas and determined to somehow hang a copy in my prayer room for the Lord to enjoy. The first thing I did was beg God to make it happen. I didn't know how and I didn't know where to start. My husband began reaching out to artists to see if they could paint it. I contacted the church to receive permission to replicate it and to my surprise they put me in contact with the artist. After speaking to him, he sent me a link to purchase the canvas and I bought the biggest size he offered.
As God would have it, the artist himself, came to my prayer room to drop it off personally. He told us the painting was named, "The Baptism" and it was birthed out of heartache and pain. 'Of course it was,' I thought to myself. We all stood in the Lord's room; The artist, Jason, Noah, and myself, holding hands while he blessed and prayed over the painting. He asked the Lord to powerfully use it for those who come here to receive prayer. It's this very room, where God calls the brokenhearted and crushed in spirit to come and receive freedom. Demons have been cast out and the sick have been healed in this room. Jesus says, "If you cast out demons by the spirit of God, then you will surely know the Kingdom of God has come upon you" (Matthew 12:28). I intended the room to be mine and His, I should have known He would want to share it with others.
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