“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.” Ex 12:13
Airplane Travel Prayer Sticker
3.90” X 4.00” Kiss Cut. Removable. Glossy
“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.” Ex 12:13
“Peace, be still.” Mk 4:35
“He who believes in me, the works that I do, he will do also.” Jn. 14:12
“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.” Ex 12:13
“Peace, be still.” Mk 4:35
“He who believes in me, the works that I do, he will do also.” Jn. 14:12
Airplane Travel Prayer Stickers
I have referenced the life-altering 1995 book The Blood and the Glory by Dr. Billye Brim, in which she prayed protection over vehicles by “pleading the Blood,” as the old-timers did (see the Vehicle Prayer Sticker story) .
Not a seasoned airline traveler, I began to declare safety through the Blood of Jesus over airplane trips for myself and others. “I plead the Blood of Jesus over this plane, nose to tail, wingtip to wingtip, top to bottom, over baggage, passengers, and crew. This plane will not fall from the sky!”
The Event
By March 2020 right before the Pandemic, I probably had not flown two dozen trips in those 25 years when my husband and I returned from a conference in CA. With a changeover in Denver that night, we found ourselves in a small plane with the crew explaining that they would need to redistribute the passenger load. I was assigned a seat in the rear of the plane.
All was well until we ran into extreme turbulence with the plane pitching and heaving, all passengers and crew confined to seats.
I truly have never experienced such unreasoning, immediate panic. “They are going to have to land this plane,” I thought wildly, then realizing that I could not see lights below and we might well be over the Rocky Mountains.
Realizing that one is panicking and conquering that blind emotion are two different things. Of course, I had covered the flight with the Blood more than once. Now I began my supplications, my entreaties, “right now prayers,” my friend calls them. I began to shamelessly beg God for help.
It came to my mind the time when the disciples, professional seamen, desperately pled Jesus in the storm in the sea of Galilee to “do something.” Now I was in a storm of air currents and waves and emotions, and I began to command with the words Jesus used, “Peace, be still.” At the same time, I “breathed” puffs of air.
Within a few minutes the plane began to quiet, and all was well. I knew that God had heard the prayers of one person if not more, and as he did those many years ago had stilled the waters.
I thanked Jesus.
Later in the flight the attendant warned that we would be experiencing turbulence again, and that we were to take our seats and fasten our belts.
Again, I frantically prayed, telling the Lord I just couldn’t go through that terror again. (He is patient and perhaps indulgent with his children, isn’t he, with our desperate, irrational pleas?)
Strangely, with passengers and crew belted in, the turbulent air currents never materialized. I knew that it didn’t “just not happen,” and I thanked Jesus for his kindness and praised the Blood.
In the years since 1995 I have applied the Blood over the flights of many friends, family, and loved ones. How wonderful to symbolize faith in God with this shield symbol and at the same time to identify luggage as it comes down the turnstile. This sticker a symbol of faith in the Blood of Jesus and his power to protect us and our luggage, for you and your friends, especially those who fly routinely.
The Greater Lesson
As I wrote this account of the power of the blood over a flight, I realized that God had an additional lesson to teach me. Do you recall the WWJD sign of the late 90s, “What Would Jesus Do?” In my panic over the heaving and pitching airplane, I remembered the account of Jesus commanding the sea to calm down, and I did the same thing. The greater lesson is that if we will do what Jesus would do, we will get what Jesus would get.
So yes, I did what Jesus did, and I got what Jesus got.
Not a seasoned airline traveler, I began to declare safety through the Blood of Jesus over airplane trips for myself and others. “I plead the Blood of Jesus over this plane, nose to tail, wingtip to wingtip, top to bottom, over baggage, passengers, and crew. This plane will not fall from the sky!”
The Event
By March 2020 right before the Pandemic, I probably had not flown two dozen trips in those 25 years when my husband and I returned from a conference in CA. With a changeover in Denver that night, we found ourselves in a small plane with the crew explaining that they would need to redistribute the passenger load. I was assigned a seat in the rear of the plane.
All was well until we ran into extreme turbulence with the plane pitching and heaving, all passengers and crew confined to seats.
I truly have never experienced such unreasoning, immediate panic. “They are going to have to land this plane,” I thought wildly, then realizing that I could not see lights below and we might well be over the Rocky Mountains.
Realizing that one is panicking and conquering that blind emotion are two different things. Of course, I had covered the flight with the Blood more than once. Now I began my supplications, my entreaties, “right now prayers,” my friend calls them. I began to shamelessly beg God for help.
It came to my mind the time when the disciples, professional seamen, desperately pled Jesus in the storm in the sea of Galilee to “do something.” Now I was in a storm of air currents and waves and emotions, and I began to command with the words Jesus used, “Peace, be still.” At the same time, I “breathed” puffs of air.
Within a few minutes the plane began to quiet, and all was well. I knew that God had heard the prayers of one person if not more, and as he did those many years ago had stilled the waters.
I thanked Jesus.
Later in the flight the attendant warned that we would be experiencing turbulence again, and that we were to take our seats and fasten our belts.
Again, I frantically prayed, telling the Lord I just couldn’t go through that terror again. (He is patient and perhaps indulgent with his children, isn’t he, with our desperate, irrational pleas?)
Strangely, with passengers and crew belted in, the turbulent air currents never materialized. I knew that it didn’t “just not happen,” and I thanked Jesus for his kindness and praised the Blood.
In the years since 1995 I have applied the Blood over the flights of many friends, family, and loved ones. How wonderful to symbolize faith in God with this shield symbol and at the same time to identify luggage as it comes down the turnstile. This sticker a symbol of faith in the Blood of Jesus and his power to protect us and our luggage, for you and your friends, especially those who fly routinely.
The Greater Lesson
As I wrote this account of the power of the blood over a flight, I realized that God had an additional lesson to teach me. Do you recall the WWJD sign of the late 90s, “What Would Jesus Do?” In my panic over the heaving and pitching airplane, I remembered the account of Jesus commanding the sea to calm down, and I did the same thing. The greater lesson is that if we will do what Jesus would do, we will get what Jesus would get.
So yes, I did what Jesus did, and I got what Jesus got.
Travel Prayer Sticker
3.90” X 4.00” Kiss Cut. Removable. Glossy
I have made laminated copies and given them to church friends and family, but how much better a sticker. This declaration/prayer sticker goes in your car, your children’s cars, your grandchildren’s cars and your friends’ cars. In as many hearts and automobiles as possible.
“May the Lord keep thy going in and thy going out; from henceforth now and forever.” Ps. 121:8
I have made laminated copies and given them to church friends and family, but how much better a sticker. This declaration/prayer sticker goes in your car, your children’s cars, your grandchildren’s cars and your friends’ cars. In as many hearts and automobiles as possible.
“May the Lord keep thy going in and thy going out; from henceforth now and forever.” Ps. 121:8
Vehicle Travel Prayer Stickers
If you have not read Billye Brim’s book The Blood and the Glory, you should. It can change your life and the lives of your loved ones.
It can save your life.
My twin sons David and Daniel were just beginning to drive when Dr. Brim published her remarkable book in which she describes the culmination of her study of the glory of God. The old timers of the early twentieth century knew it. The first century Christians knew it. And the key, she discovered, was in Revelation 12:11, “And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony.”
The blood.
As Billye used the phrase “In the name of Jesus, I plead the Blood of Jesus,” which she had learned from twentieth-century preachers, over her children, so I began “pleading the blood” over my teenage sons, my college-age son Sam, and my friends and relatives, especially with Dr. Brim’s travel prayer. Sons, their friends, and relatives never objected. In fact, they welcomed the vehicle prayer:
“I plead the blood of Jesus over this vehicle bumper to bumper, side to side, top to bottom, over every working and non-working part. You will bump nothing, and nothing will bump you.” And I inserted the names of all in the car.
Fast forward twenty years. As I was driving east from my home in Springfield, Missouri, on Highway 60, I approached an intersection in the small town of Seymour, Missouri, where there is a signal light for the two eastbound lanes, a median, and a corresponding light for the two westbound lanes. In my eastbound lane, I rounded a curve to see an old black pickup truck heading the wrong way directly toward me. Obviously, the driver had failed to pass through the median to enter the westbound lanes.
With a construction truck in the lane to my right, I tried to move that direction and immediately jerked the wheel back when it was apparent that the truck was not going to accommodate my move. I was headed toward a head-on collision.
Amazing the number of thoughts that can flash in your mind in a few seconds. My first thought was that I would be seeing Mother and Daddy in a moment. Second, that I should not try to escape to the median; perhaps the errant old truck would choose that.
So, with deadly resolve I held the steering wheel tight, thinking that if there were a hole ahead of me, I would find it. A second later, I was through the signal. No impact. No whish. Nothing. I glanced in my rearview mirror, expecting to see the truck in the median. Not so. The truck was directly behind me in my lane.
The construction truck beside me speeding away, I gratefully changed lanes and soon pulled over on the shoulder. With shaking hands, I again thought, “I should be seeing Mother and Daddy now.”
At the same time a powerful message repeated again and again in my head, “My life is not my own, my life is not my own.”
I have visited that site again several times, and after the highway curve, when the intersection is just visible, the distance is not much more than a football field. Just a few seconds of drive time.
The clarity and permanence of those mental photographs in moments of crises astounds me. The weathered black truck was a 1940 or 50s model with the box shape and the divided front windshield. My pastor friend Randy Foret called my miracle experience a dematerialization.
A relative expanded my narrative when he explained, “It is all those times you have declared that blood covering over so many people.”
I bumped nothing and nothing bumped me.
It can save your life.
My twin sons David and Daniel were just beginning to drive when Dr. Brim published her remarkable book in which she describes the culmination of her study of the glory of God. The old timers of the early twentieth century knew it. The first century Christians knew it. And the key, she discovered, was in Revelation 12:11, “And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony.”
The blood.
As Billye used the phrase “In the name of Jesus, I plead the Blood of Jesus,” which she had learned from twentieth-century preachers, over her children, so I began “pleading the blood” over my teenage sons, my college-age son Sam, and my friends and relatives, especially with Dr. Brim’s travel prayer. Sons, their friends, and relatives never objected. In fact, they welcomed the vehicle prayer:
“I plead the blood of Jesus over this vehicle bumper to bumper, side to side, top to bottom, over every working and non-working part. You will bump nothing, and nothing will bump you.” And I inserted the names of all in the car.
Fast forward twenty years. As I was driving east from my home in Springfield, Missouri, on Highway 60, I approached an intersection in the small town of Seymour, Missouri, where there is a signal light for the two eastbound lanes, a median, and a corresponding light for the two westbound lanes. In my eastbound lane, I rounded a curve to see an old black pickup truck heading the wrong way directly toward me. Obviously, the driver had failed to pass through the median to enter the westbound lanes.
With a construction truck in the lane to my right, I tried to move that direction and immediately jerked the wheel back when it was apparent that the truck was not going to accommodate my move. I was headed toward a head-on collision.
Amazing the number of thoughts that can flash in your mind in a few seconds. My first thought was that I would be seeing Mother and Daddy in a moment. Second, that I should not try to escape to the median; perhaps the errant old truck would choose that.
So, with deadly resolve I held the steering wheel tight, thinking that if there were a hole ahead of me, I would find it. A second later, I was through the signal. No impact. No whish. Nothing. I glanced in my rearview mirror, expecting to see the truck in the median. Not so. The truck was directly behind me in my lane.
The construction truck beside me speeding away, I gratefully changed lanes and soon pulled over on the shoulder. With shaking hands, I again thought, “I should be seeing Mother and Daddy now.”
At the same time a powerful message repeated again and again in my head, “My life is not my own, my life is not my own.”
I have visited that site again several times, and after the highway curve, when the intersection is just visible, the distance is not much more than a football field. Just a few seconds of drive time.
The clarity and permanence of those mental photographs in moments of crises astounds me. The weathered black truck was a 1940 or 50s model with the box shape and the divided front windshield. My pastor friend Randy Foret called my miracle experience a dematerialization.
A relative expanded my narrative when he explained, “It is all those times you have declared that blood covering over so many people.”
I bumped nothing and nothing bumped me.