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I am so intrigued by anointing. Here is a story of the power associated with anointing something in God’s name:

Anointing with oil can be used for healing, for power over the enemy, for protection, and more. Anything can be anointed. A person, a house, a bicycle, clothing, a weapon of protection, or even an animal. I’ve learned recently that the type of oil doesn’t matter, but that faith is the most important component. Remember the spiritual gifts test? My top answer (meaning my actual spiritual gift from God) is faith.

A few weeks after moving, I anointed our new home.  I prayed over the oil, asking God to recognize my intentions to anoint our home and dedicate it to him. I opened all the windows and doors, and spoke God’s word over each room, door frame, and window sill. I commanded in the name of Jesus that any spirit of the enemy or thing that is not of God is not allowed in my house, and must leave. As I stood at the top of the stairs, saying those words, the front door slammed shut.

What a difference the anointing has made! Instead of feeling like we are surrounded by walls and emptiness, we feel surrounded by God. It’s his dwelling place. Our house is now a home.

A few nights ago, I was drifting off to sleep, and I felt strongly compelled to go anoint my husband’s car. “But Goooddddd, I’m sleepy,” I thought, the way a child would whine to his mother. I felt again (very strongly) that I needed to go anoint his car. So at 11:00 p.m., I went downstairs to get the oil, and went outside. I grabbed the trash bag along the way, so I could put it in the outside bin, proving to my new neighbors I’m not entirely crazy.

The next morning, I told my husband I anointed and prayed over his car for him. He thanked me, we kissed goodbye, and we went about our days.

After my husband returned home from work, he came straight over to me, and said, “Honey, you won’t believe what happened today. I was the first car at a stoplight, and the arrow turned green. I felt something tell me to ‘stop,’ and to wait a few more seconds. As I did that, not one, not two, THREE cars ran their already red light. I know that whatever you did to my car protected me.”

What if I had not listened to God when he was bossing me around to get out of my comfy bed and anoint my husband’s car? What if I rolled over and went to sleep, disobeying my father in heaven, who knows what’s best for me? It brings tears to my eyes, and a lump in my throat to think that if I had disobeyed God, my husband could very well have been hurt.

God, thank you so much for being bossy.

May you all listen closely and tune into him, so you hear the whispers of his love, blessings, and protection for you.
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Read another story about God being bossy here.

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