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JERICHO PRINCIPLE

HA...today I remembered what my dear friend Ko and I called the "Jericho principle"

sometimes I really feel like shouting...I don't mean the fancy hoot we ladies let out..I mean a real loud shout...well I am not going to yell out before my neighbours call the police, but even if it means me shouting under my pillow...I will shout...

I will shout at every situation that has made me cry,
I will shout at those times when I felt inadequate, unloved, ashamed and alone
I will shout at every doctor's report that is inconsistent with Gods word
I  will shout at every bank statement that has had a zero balance in it
I will shout at every wall, every mountain, every challenge that has told me I can't
when God has said I can...
I will shout at every negative voice that has spoken concerning my destiny and future..
I will shout at every door that has closed against me...
I will look failure in the eyes and shout at IT.


It takes great faith to shout....
It takes faith to shout at that zero balance ,at that failing marriage, jobless state, doctor's report, childlessness, prolonged singlehood, you name it.
I remember the children of Israel......Joshua In Joshua 6:16 said to them "SHOUT FOR THE LORD HAS GIVEN YOU THE CITY"
To shout means to praise through, to sing and dance even with no music playing, to raise your voice and proclaim victory even with the walls(JERICHO) still standing...
It might not look like anything is changing or happening, but keep at it, Just like the children of Israel marched 7 times round their challenge, it looked silly at first, no result after 5 times but they carried on. In the end with a loud shout they had their victory....keep praising, keep shouting and chanting your victory...It doesn't matter what anybody thinks,hold on to God's promise,

Don't give up dear Child. .SHOUT, SHOUT,  SHOUT UNTIL THE WALLS CRUMBLE.
Getting my pillows ready..................It is time to SHOUT!!!.

Comments

PETER ECHEMI said…
THIS STRUCK A CHORD! REALLY INSPIRING
14 March 2013 at 18:50
Nsa Dada said…
Yes! I will continue to shout :)
Great blog post Stella
15 March 2013 at 20:54
Stella Agwor said…
shout on my dear..victory is ours..
thank you..Nsa and Peter..
15 March 2013 at 21:42
David Idioh said…
argggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggh! harggggggghhhhhhh! yes lord , thank you Jesus
15 March 2013 at 23:12
Ifeoma Eugene said…
yes,the mountains and storms have ears.they hear and obey.they gat no other option.praise God! great one sis!
19 March 2013 at 21:35
Anonymous said…
Thanks Stells, I will shout, and sing and dance.I will stand and face it all. Even if I fall, I will rise again.
20 March 2013 at 19:32
Anonymous said…
Thanks alot
7 April 2013 at 23:06
Eno-obong said…
Hello stella this is great am shouting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
9 April 2013 at 08:10
efioanwan nyong said…
Great stuff. I will praise God through it all. Thanx stella
9 April 2013 at 09:54
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