Fresh Oil

I have prayed for our family blood lines and our DNA for years. Breaking curses, calling cells to life, removing trauma. Waring for the husband who left, myself, my children, and their children. Breaking off curses, sickness and disease, blind spots, tricks and lies of the enemy.

I shorthanded the list of individual names by just calling forth the combination of their parents last name. Their father’s last name and my maiden name. It covered all future generations from that marriage. Our children, our grands (and they are) and our great grands ( praying hard -get this party started).

Our family name has weight and and influence in certain circles and regions of the state.

Especially the little town we divorced in – well, to be honest – where he divorced me and quickly remarried. It was hell to live there afterwards…and the last name was on my license and everyone had an explanation and evaluation to the situation AND a need to share. I left as soon as the kids were old enough and for years I would live any where not to have to live there.

So, forty years later and I’m back. Living in a sweet studio apartment. The house we lived in when everything fell apart is at the end of my lane. I can still envision us there, the Christmas tree, each room, even outfits we had at the time. So, every time I leave apartment and stop to turn one way or the other…I pray – for that sweet Christian family of four whose future was overturned and for the healing of trauma and a resetting of DNA and fulfilling of our family influence for Christ with the purposes and plans written on our hearts. And I cover the future DNA carriers with the blood of Jesus and break the curse and rebuke a continuing pattern of disfunction and divorce.

But two weeks ago, when praying for our DNA and children and their family lines, the Lord spoke to me. Using the surname of the family – the name the four of us carried as a family…

Holy Spirit said “Kathy, there is not a drop of that blood you keep calling out as the father’s, in him or any of his children. You have been praying amiss for years.”

And. suddenly my memory jolted – the issue there had been with the marriage license not being in his legal name because he registered for school with his step-father’s name and never was adopted.

The lesson: : Holy Spirit is praying with you – and what seem painful and uncaring when God put you back in the bier patch – may be the very door for you and your generation’s freedom.

Holy Spirit is on our side. PAGA!