True stories from prayer-walks and pilgrimages where the dust of the road meets the grace of God. From the forgotten paths of the Karoo to the ruins of Ghana, these are testimonies of divine whispers, unexpected provision, and gentle encounters that remind us every step is a prayer and every journey is led by Him. Step by step, footprint by footprint.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
"Ancient wells" Prayerwalk
After prayerwalking from Kimberley to Gariep dam with that profound first
day spanning 66km to the centre of South Africa, Father laid on my heart to
do another prayerwalk: Kimberley to Kuruman.
To my question "What is in Kuruman", He answered I should do some research.
Keeping in mind that the 66 books point to the bible and how I felt to pray
that the bible will become central again. Actually more than central - the
centre and the cornerstone in schools, business, government, and even many
churches.
Where Petrusburg was first founded in the middle of South Africa, the
fountain dried up. The town was relocated to its current position 20 km
away.
The fountain in the middle of South Africa dried up!
Kuruman, in the dry expanse of the Kalahari basin boasts an inexhaustible
sweetwater fountain.
It has never dried out, even in the longest drought periods. It produces 20
million litres of water daily.
The first bible in Africa was printed in Kuruman!
The prayerwalk to Kuruman will be a about the "ancient wells". In prayer
propheticallly calling forth the re-opening of wells that have been stopped
up for generations, those ancient wells of bible based evangelising, revival
and intimacy with God. And asking God to lift the veil that blinds people
from seeing the inexhaustible Fountain of Living Water.
The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched
land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
Isaiah 58:11 (NIV)
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