Most Christians do not know this so they do not use it

 The power of Christ is in you. It's in you right now and it is available to use. Most Christians do not know this so they do not use it. But God's Word in your mouth is as powerful as it was in the mouth of Jesus Christ. 

(Speak) 🗣️: Father, in the mighty, holy and victorious name of Jesus Christ, I come before you at the beginning of this day and I do not come empty. 

I come with thanksgiving. 

I come with surrender. 

I come with faith and I come standing on your living Word. 

Before l ask for anything else, I thank you that you are the One who began the good work in me. 

I thank you that my life is not an abandoned construction site. 

I thank you that I am not a forgotten project, not a broken vessel thrown aside, not a failed story lying in the dust. 

You started this work. You planted this seed. You breathed this life. You drew me by grace. You held me through nights I could not explain. You kept me through battles I did not even fully understand. 

So I praise you first because the very fact that I am still here, still seeking you, still able to pray, still able to rise and acknowledge you in all my ways is already evidence that your hand has not left me. 

Thank you for mercy that met me before dawn.

Thank you for covenant love that stayed through yesterday. 

Thank you that your faithfulness did not weaken overnight. 

Thank you that you are still working in me. 

And Father, I ask you now to stir in me a fierce   confidence that what you began, you will complete. Your word says in Philippians 1:6, "He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ. 

🗣️: So I declare war against every lie that tells me I am stuck forever, broken forever, weak forever, immature forever, unfinished forever. 

I reject that lie. I will not let the enemy use my process to make me doubt my Potter . 

I will not let delay become a false gospel in my mind. 

 I will not let imperfection become my identity. 

 Lord, where hell has whispered, it will never change. Let heaven thunder back." I am still working."

Where shame has said, "This is all you will ever be." Let grace answer. The work is not over. 

Strengthen me to believe that your hand is still active in my mind, in my habits, in my healing, in my calling, in my character, and in my future. 

 Let me stand today not like someone waiting for grace to begin but like someone already under the workmanship of God. 

Father, let me know you more deeply every day, not in passing, not in fragments only, not in occasional emotional moments. I want to know you deeply, steadily, truthfully, reverently. 

I want to know your voice in the noise.

I want to know your ways in the middle of confusion. 

I want to know your heart when circumstances feel hard to interpret. 

I want to know you as Father, as Shepherd, as Defender, as Teacher, as Keeper, as Holy One, as the God who is still near in ordinary hours. 

Lord, if I know you shallowly, I will live shallowly. 

But if I know you deeply, my roots will go down where storms cannot easily uproot me. 

So teach me, draw me, correct me, reveal yourself to me through scripture,  through prayer, through obedience, through quietness, through conviction, through daily walking with you. 

 Let my knowledge of you God become the deepest thing about me. 

Father, teach me who l am in your eyes. 

This world is loud with false names. My past has tried to name me. My wounds have tried to name me. My failures have tried to name me. 

 Other people's opinions have tried to name me. But I reject every name that did not come from the mouth of God. 

 If you call me redeemed, I will not call myself ruined. 

 If you call me chosen, I will not call myself forgotten. 

 If you call me formed by your hand, I will not call myself random.

 If you call me still in process, I will not call myself hopeless. 

 In the name of Jesus Christ, I renounce every false identity assigned by fear, shame, rejection, comparison, and old pain. 

I break agreement with every inward label that keeps me small, hidden, self-hating, or double-minded. 

Let your truth speak louder than every inherited lie. Let the identity of Christ rise in me until false names fall like chains to the ground. and Father heal identity wounds from the past with holy power. 

 There are words spoken years ago that still echo. There are moments of rejection that still try to define worth. There are disappointments, betrayals, neglect, comparisons, humiliations, and secret hurts that formed false lenses in me. I ask you now, heal the lens. Heal the interpretation. Heal the way I learn to see myself under pain.

 Lord, do not only touch the memory, touch the meaning I attached to the memory. Do not only soothe the wound, uproot the lie that grew out of it. 

Where I learn to feel unworthy, speak belovedness. 

Where I learn to feel unseen, speak belonging.

 Where I learn to feel behind, speak calling. 

 Where I learn to feel defective, speak workmanship. 

 Let no old wound keep narrating my life while the blood of Jesus Christ still speaks better things. Heal me deeply enough that the past stops prophesying over my future. 

 Father, build my sense of worth on scripture and not on unstable things. 

Your Word says in Psalm 139:14, " I am fearfully and wonderfully made." 

 So let that become stronger to me than applause, stronger than criticism, stronger than success, stronger than failure. 

I refuse to build my value on how quickly others notice me, how smoothly life goes, or how impressive my progress looks. Those are shifting sands. Your truth is a rock, Lord. Let scripture become the mirror in which I  see myself, the plum line by which I judge my thinking, and the sword by which I cut through every false measurement. 

When comparison comes, let the Word answer. When insecurity rises, let the Word answer. 

When self-hatred tries to creep back in, let the Word answer with authority. 

Make me scripturally rooted, not emotionally tossed. 

 Father, open my eyes to the rod you have already placed in my hand. 

You asked Moses in Exodus 4:2, "What is that in thine hand?" 

Ask me that again today. What grace have you already placed in me that I keep despising? 

What gift am l overlooking?

 What strength have l apologized for? 

What burden have l dismissed? 

 What ability have I reduced because it seems too ordinary? 

Open my eyes. Show me the rod. Show me the seed. Show me the oil in the jar. 

 Show me the sling and the stones. Show me the little lunch that looks too small until it enters the hands of Jesus Christ. 

 Lord, I renounce the contempt that calls small things useless. I reject the lie that if it is not dramatic, it cannot be powerful. 

Teach me to honor what you have entrusted to me. Teach me to steward it. Teach me to surrender it. 

 Let me stop craving another person's gift while neglecting my own calling. 

 Father, do not let me despise my talents and gifts.

 I rebuke false humility that is really unbelief in disguise.

I rebuke the habit of minimizing what you have given me while exaggerating what you have given others. 

I do not want pride, but I do want gratitude. 

I do not want ego, but I do want stewardship. 

Lord, if you put something in me, I will no longer call it nothing. If you entrusted something to my life, I will no longer bury it under insecurity. 

Teach me to carry my gifts low before you, but not to treat them with contempt. 

 Let me train them, develop them, consecrate them, and use them for the glory of God. 

   Let my hands stop shaking with self-doubt and become steady with surrendered stewardship. 

Father, train my heart to focus on growth instead of comparison. Comparison is a thief, and I shut the door on it in the name of Jesus Christ.

 I will not let another person's chapter become  condemnation against my own.

 I will not let another person's timing define my worth. 

I will not let someone else's visible fruit make me blind to the quiet work of God in me. 

 Lord, deliver me from the sideways gaze that kills gratitude and weakens faith. 

Turn my face forward. Turn my eyes upward. Turn my heart inward toward what you are growing in secret. 

Let me honor slow growth.

 Let me notice real change. 

Let me celebrate repentance, healing, steadiness, maturity, patience, prayerfulness, and truth taking root. 

Let me become fierce about growth and uninterested in comparison. 

And Father, shape my mind into the likeness of Jesus Christ. Let my thought life be sanctified. 

 Where my thinking has been proud, bend it low.

 Where it has been fearful, steady it. 

Where it has been cynical, cleanse it. Where it has been self-hating, heal it. Where it has been scattered, gather it. Where it has been worldly, renew it. 

 Lord, let the mind of Christ invade the old patterns of my thinking. Break strongholds. Tear down false arguments. 

 Silence mental torment. cast down imaginations that exalt themselves against the knowledge of God. I bring every thought captive to the obedience of Christ. 

I refuse to let my mind become a playground for darkness. 

Let it become a temple of truth. Let it become a place where heaven's logic is learned and practiced. 

Father, use my work and my effort to glorify you. Purify my ambition. Cleanse my motives. 

Let me not grow merely to impress, but to reflect Christ. 

Let me not pursue excellence as self-exaltation, but as worship. 

Let my discipline honor you. 

Let my labor honor you. 

Let my quiet consistency honor you.