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Earlier today, whilst out shopping for roughage at the local supermarket, I lost my housekeys; my handbag is quite worn, and unbeknownst to me a small hole had formed at the bottom of the bag. It was only when I got home that I realised my keys were missing.
So I rushed back to the supermarket ('rushed' in my own fashion -- my thrombosis was giving me gyp), and retraced my steps within the store ... but couldn't find my keys. I located the supermarket manager, and asked him if anyone had handed in a set of keys? No, he said. Leave your phone number with me and I'll call you if they show up. Well, I said, that's no jolly use to me -- how can I answer the telephone if I can't get into my house?! He shrugged -- shrugged!! -- and walked away. The nerve of the man! So I dropped to my knees, raised my arms upwards and prayed loudly -- I am NOT ashamed of JESUS -- and I took authority over those missing keys in His Name, I asked Him to cast the demon of inconvenience OUT of that store, as Satan's minions are everywhere in this world; and today they were lurking among the broccoli, where the keys were located by the supermarket manager whilst I was praying. It is my belief that the LORD guided the manager to the exact spot where I had dropped the keys. How could it be otherwise? Until I began praying, the manager had shown absolutely no interest whatsoever in helping me find them. Praise!
Thank you JESUS, for taking time out of Your busy day -- hovering over warzones and starving kiddies and whatnot -- to help me find my keys. All Glory is Yours, Amen.
So I rushed back to the supermarket ('rushed' in my own fashion -- my thrombosis was giving me gyp), and retraced my steps within the store ... but couldn't find my keys. I located the supermarket manager, and asked him if anyone had handed in a set of keys? No, he said. Leave your phone number with me and I'll call you if they show up. Well, I said, that's no jolly use to me -- how can I answer the telephone if I can't get into my house?! He shrugged -- shrugged!! -- and walked away. The nerve of the man! So I dropped to my knees, raised my arms upwards and prayed loudly -- I am NOT ashamed of JESUS -- and I took authority over those missing keys in His Name, I asked Him to cast the demon of inconvenience OUT of that store, as Satan's minions are everywhere in this world; and today they were lurking among the broccoli, where the keys were located by the supermarket manager whilst I was praying. It is my belief that the LORD guided the manager to the exact spot where I had dropped the keys. How could it be otherwise? Until I began praying, the manager had shown absolutely no interest whatsoever in helping me find them. Praise!
Thank you JESUS, for taking time out of Your busy day -- hovering over warzones and starving kiddies and whatnot -- to help me find my keys. All Glory is Yours, Amen.
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