Father God, I come before You right now lifting up my brother Rebel. Lord, Your Word says to taste and see that You are good, and that the man who trusts in You is blessed. I anchor this week's prayer there, because Rebel is living proof of it. Months ago, we were praying for a job and an apartment. This week I am thanking You for a man who is feeding a room full of brothers every week.
Thank You, Lord, for the Rebel Forge Kitchen. Thank You that the man You lifted out of a hard season is now the man setting the table for the rest of us. Your fingerprints are all over it. Every meal he cooks for this group is a testimony that You restore people, and You do not just restore them to survival. You restore them to purpose. He is a blessing to every man at that table and a blessing to me personally, and I want that said out loud before Your throne.
Father, thank You for the job and for how well he is doing in it. Keep giving him favor. Let him keep walking into work like a man who knows who he is and Whose he is. Renew his strength on the days it runs thin, and let his confidence stay rooted in You, not in how the day went.
Lord, keep growing his trust in You. He has a receipt now. He has seen You be good when nothing else was. Let the memory of Your faithfulness in the hard season be the foundation he stands on in this one. And when the old voice shows up to say the hard days are coming back, let him answer it with everything You have already done.
Keep blessing his home, his work, and this new season of serving. Let the kitchen be a place where You show up, and let the men who eat there leave more full than the food alone could make them.
And Father, I rebuke every attack of the enemy on Rebel's life, his mind, and his future. Satan, you have no authority here. You do not get to whisper that the goodness God showed him was a fluke. You do not get to convince him the next hard season is coming to take it all back. You do not get to drag him into the old story when God has already written a new one. We see your schemes, and we shut the door on every one of them in the name of Jesus.
Father, build a wall of protection around Rebel's heart, his mind, his work, his home, and his kitchen. Send Your angels ahead of him into every room this week. Let him feel Your nearness so clearly that the enemy's voice loses every inch of ground it tried to take.
Refill what is empty, Lord. Give Rebel moments of joy this week that come out of nowhere, just to remind him that You see him, You delight in him, and You are fighting for him.
I thank You for Rebel. I thank You for what You have done in him and through him. Keep writing this story, Lord. It is a good one.
In Jesus name, Amen.
Taste and see that the Lord is good, brother. You are the best evidence at the table. A few months ago the prayer over you was about applications and interviews and a fresh start. Now you are the one feeding the brotherhood every week out of the Rebel Forge Kitchen. God did that. His fingerprints are on every plate.
I want you to see what that actually is. God did not just get you a job. He restored you to purpose. You went from being carried to carrying, and you did it by serving. That is exactly how He works.
So when doubt shows up, and it will, do not argue with it. Just pull out the evidence. The job. The apartment. The kitchen full of men who are blessed because of you. God is good, and He is not done.
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