My War Room
This is my war room. The background of the image below is the closet door of our nursery. It is full of declarations we are speaking over our babies. There is nothing fancy about it. I don’t have good handwriting. The signs aren’t pretty. I didn’t use colorful pens. In fact I didn’t spend a lot of time writing everything out. All it involved was a black pen and a lot of index cards.
If you haven’t seen the War Room movie this might not make sense so let me back up and explain. War Room tells the story of a crumbling marriage. After receiving encouragement from a lady she met, the wife creates her ‘war room’ instead of giving up and filing for a divorce. Essentially this war room was her prayer room. She converted her bedroom closet into her prayer room where she posted her prayers and scriptures. It was there that she went to ‘war’ and asked the Lord to heal her marriage. You can watch the trailer below, however I highly recommend going to see the movie too.
After seeing the movie, it didn’t take more than a few minutes for me to decide I needed a war room too. For a few years I have been praying in the nursery. There have been seasons where I have spent time in their every day and there have been seasons where I only go in there once a month. But, two weeks ago I converted the nursery closet door into my war room.
What’s on the door? Our nursery door has everything from scriptures, baby names, dreams we have been given, prophetic words that have been spoken, promises that have been made to us, and blue sock moments that have happened. Thankfully, over the past 3.5 years I have kept track of most (I wish I could say all) of the ways the Lord has spoken to us. I know my war room is just in the beginning stages and soon I will have both doors covered.
I have gone to war for our babies. Despite how much the enemy continues to attack, I hope he knows the Lord is on our side and the war has already been won. We already have victory in the Spiritual realm and I can’t wait to see our prayers answered in the physical realm. I won’t stop declaring and believing until they are in my arms and I can’t wait for the day that I get to show them that their bedroom started as my war room.
What war are you in? Would you ever consider making a war room?