Delivery Room Revival: Unveiling the life you were born for

By Summer Spriggs

Motivating and inspiring, this is the book to get you on your feet!! Delivery Room Revival is a captivating personal journey of self-discovery and redefining oneself. Learn how to demand the release from your heaviest spiritual battles and be empowered to live your best and fullest life, the life that God has always intended for you. Never again

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781640881266

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Delivery Room Revival

Demanding release from your heaviest spiritual battles, to live the fullest life that you were BORN for!

Summer Spriggs

Trilogy Christian Publishers A Wholly Owned Subsidiary of Trinity Broadcasting Network 2442 Michelle Drive Tustin, CA 92780

Copyright © 2018 by Summer Spriggs

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First Trilogy Christian Publishing hardcover edition May 2018 Trilogy Christian Publishing/ TBN and colophon are trademarks of Trinity Broadcasting Network.

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Manufactured in the United States of America

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available.

ISBN 978-1-64088-125-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-86088-126-6 (ebook)

Dedication

To each and every soul who comes across this book, I believe that you were destined to read these pages long before they were ever even written.

Acknowledgements

I would like to send a heartfelt thank you to my parents for always being my constant. My love for you both is immeasurable.

A wholehearted thank you to my wonderful husband for the tremendous amount of support that you pour over me daily. Your patience, understanding, and brilliant mind is admired and appreciated more than I could ever express. I love you so much.

And to my precious daughters Stella Ray and Sinclair… you make me whole. You’re at the heartbeat of everything that I do and of everything that I am. My love and gratitude for you both could never be expressed or captured in words. The depth of it is far too deep to describe. You’re both my biggest blessings. Thank you for making me better and thank you for the gift of your time. Dream big sweet girls and chase after them your whole life. Know that you can do anything. Do not allow disappointments or failures to permanently weaken you… rise back up and continue to move forward. For you were both born with mighty strength! Read the words of this book and use them please. Let it be a light to guide you through this crazy thing called life. God will be there for you both, even when Mommy can’t. I love you my precious angels-today and always.

Introduction

God’s grace is everywhere. When we are looking for it. When we are not looking for it. When we feel it. When we do not feel it. Asking for it, or not asking for it. One would assume that in a moment amazing as the birth of a new child of God… that it would be no different. And it is not any different. He is absolutely in that room. Flooding it with his grace, love, mercy, and evidence of how endless his blessings flow are no doubt filling that atmosphere.

Could there be anything or anyone else in that room that is not evident to our sight? Would anyone even be able to feel it at the time? Has anyone ever stopped to think about it? It is such a time of excitement, anticipation, overwhelming joy, unbelief, and a long awaited moment. Do the parents, doctors, nurses, or anyone else in that room feel anything but utter amazement? We are talking about a presence. A looming, saturating, awareness of something maybe not as wholesome and good as the almighty creator of this wonderful new life? I can be certain that my mother did not feel a threatening moment in that room. Nothing that made her want to cry out for the spiritual warfare of her new born child. Babies bring such a sense of new beginnings and hope for a fantastic future.

I can also say that many prayers were made on my behalf leading up to the day of my birth. Prayers that everything would go well. Prayers that I would love the Lord and choose to follow Him. Prayers that I would be used to his glory all the days of my life. What I am about to say people is nothing that my mother is still even aware of. It is something that has taken me thirty seven years to realize. Looking back and reflecting. Looking at all of the different roads and paths that my life has taken along the way. The ups, the downs. The rights, the wrongs. The struggles. The triumphs. The total here, there, and everywhere that I have experienced as a Christian and my walk with the Lord. For so long, I have found myself asking what is wrong with me. But I am now certain that from the very moment that I was born, from the very first breath that I took… there was another kind of presence in the room that day. Standing right alongside the grandeur of Jesus. Satan was also in that delivery room!

How could that be? A brand new baby? A praying mother? It is definitely nothing that is evident from the start. Days, months, years of no signs that he was there. But the beginning signs of his unwanted presence was sin. Every one of our sins take different forms. Some people learn from their sins, and choose to take the path better traveled from there. While others (yes, me), just continue to somehow come in and out of God’s plans. The fact that the Lord continued to shower me with his loving favor and blessings just blows my mind. From early on, there is not many choices or actions that made me so deserving of His unconditional love. Had I known to fall down on my knees and cry out for His strength and guidance! To break the chains that the Devil connected to me from the very beginning. I still had not realized that it was Satan’s hold on me. I just kept wondering, what is wrong with me? I do have convictions of my wrong? I have been raised so much better? Why do I choose more times than not to choose the wrong?

We all have had different upbringings and backgrounds that contribute to reasons for our life’s story and choices. But you all need to know that for mine, I was born into a wonderful family. Brought up in church. My mother had me and my brothers in church about anytime the doors were open. And I am talking about Sunday morning, Sunday night, fifth Sunday singings, dinner on the ground, vacation bible schools, Sunday school, revivals… you name it, we were there. Whether we liked it or not… wanted to or not… we were there. On the pews surrounding me was a Godly and praying set of grandparents, aunts, and cousins. Basically, with my childhood… I should have been a little mini-me Joyce Meyers in the making!

At home, I had such an honorable and loving man for a father. His rules were strict. Rules to do right and stay out of trouble. Rules of great morality and strength. He always however showed forgiveness and unconditional love for my brothers and me. And by all means, taught us to choose right over wrong in every avenue you cross. The amount of disappointment that I have put upon that wonderful man still haunts me to this day, although in his eyes… all has already been forgiven.

All of my family led by example, and I had every opportunity to know the way in which I was to go. I am still to this day so very thankful for their guidance and for the many seeds that they have sewn for me. Without their prayers and example helping to guide me through my life,