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Early July, as I walking through my living room, I heard the whisper of the Lord to open a prayer room. I knew this place would be a place of hope. A place of resurrection life. A place where the King of Glory would dwell among His people. A place of encounter. A place of Truth. A place of communion. A place of repentance. A place of worship. An alabaster place where everything is poured out and nothing is wasted. A house of glory. A room in the house of prayer. I was encouraged that day knowing God was inviting us into something beautiful and holy, His place.

9Then he said to me, “Speak a prophetic message to the winds, son of man. Speak a prophetic message and say, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, O breath, from the four winds! Breathe into these dead bodies so they may live again.’”

Ezekiel 37:9

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May the sick be healed, may the prisoner be set free, may the orphan be adopted, and may the heart of the Father be marked by a generation who is relentless to see His kingdom come and His will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.