Over The Thief
There Is Only One
In growing up, I
usually engaged in prayer when something was lost. My
prayer sounded something like "Help! Help! " without much
expectation that help would come. Increased
responsibilities of adulthood brought an increased need to
be strong in faith and effective in prayer. "Help! Help! "
went through a metamorphosis.
The first noticeable
change was more assurance that God was interested in my
plight. This is called faith, I found out. Now my "Help!
Help! " had some confidence behind it.
situation came when we were hosting an evangelistic event
attended by scores of people. At the end of the lunch break
a friend approached me with news that one of her youth was
missing his wallet. They had spent the break time searching
for it. With their thorough searching, it appeared that the
wallet had been taken.
As we prayed together, my fiend and I, we heard the Lord
say, "There is only one thief. Bind him! "
Jn 10:10 The thief
does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.
I have come that they may have life, and that they may have
it more abundantly
was our scripture!
So we prayed the scripture and bound the thief:
Lord You have given us
authority over the full strength of the enemy (Lk 10:19) .
So we exercise our authority now. We bind you, fowl thief!
(Matt 16:19) Drop what you have taken and leave here at
once in Jesus mighty name.(Jn 14:13)
friend returned to her seat and within moments was
motioning to me. The wallet was found at the side of her
chair. Ten minutes before, the floor had been clear. We
flushed with excitement.
of the Believer
The authority of the believer had been on our radar. We had
read about it, prayed over it…now we had tasted it.
No looking back! Our prayer was so brief and simple, but
heavy with assurance: assurance in the power and authority
of the Word that we proclaimed and assurance in our own
authority as believers.
Over the years I have
prayed that prayer many times as the Lord has directed. One
of those times occurred when another friend came to me at
church and asked for prayer for a lost watch. It was a
valuable Christmas gift from her husband. She had searched
everywhere! ....and I knew from observation that a speck of
dust would be challenged to hide in her home.
We prayed. A few
mornings later she awoke to see the watch neatly laid out
on her dresser. She inquired of her husband where he had
found it. He hadn’t. He had seen the watch and
assumed she had found it. The thief had been bound and he
dropped what he had stolen!
May Be Needed
But there was one time when things went a different way:
One morning I reached for my prescription sun glasses to
find them missing. I prayed, reviewed where I last had them
and retraced my steps…lots of steps. I was hearing a
tormenting voice tell me that these glasses were not coming
Good sense said
this was probably the truth. I had been all over several
neighborhood streets and our community college campus the
evening before, sunglasses dangling from the v-opening of
my shirt. But, good sense and faith are not the same thing.
On the second day of
no glasses and the tormenting voice, I waged a faith
offensive. In the next month I developed a morning prayer,
laying siege to the camp of the thief.
I claimed back
everything that ever slipped through our hands including
the joy of living. My daughter was still coming through a
long bout of depression. We hit it now in prayer like never
I made copies of the
outline of this prayer to distribute to friends to pray on
their own behalf. Some of them pray it to this day. I was
praying it daily…with fervor!
later, through a miraculous set of circumstances, my
daughter learned that her blood was drastically low in
essential amino acids. She started on a custom blended
supplement and within days was herself again…bright
and hopeful. Praise God!
We began to see a
shift in many areas of life….as if the thief had
erected a barricade to hold back blessings that God had
released to us. The barricade was under siege and
crumbling. Many blessings!
Answers: In His Time
Early one morning about six months after starting this
prayer siege, I walked into my daughter’s kitchen.
She lived across the street from me. My sunglasses sat on
her countertop. My son-in-law had found them in a mulched
flowerbed pressed up against the bender board edging. The
glasses were dirty, but unscratched.
answered in God’s time and a stand of faith will
yield a just reward! When the glasses were found, the house
was up for sale. A few weeks’ later my daughter and
her family moved out. Lord, You are always on time. Your