February 2011
4 posts
Dust Prayer Week
Once I scheduled/reserved the time, it hit me. I began to feel nervous and scared. What should I expect? Will it be as epic as others’ experiences? Will I die on the way? Will it be a disappointment? As I tried to sleep, I kept trying to imagine what this time would be like with Him. It, to my surprise, felt like the night before a big day; you know, the anticipation of a big...
Dust Prayer Week
I like to think I’m bold, fearless, not the least bit afraid to walk up to a complete stranger and engage them in conversation. FALSE! By beginning prayer week with this opportunity to pray in the city we’re called to before praying in the sacred space behind close doors, I realized more imperfections and junk in my heart. I rationalize too much! I overanalyze way too much. And I...
Dust Prayer Week
I cannot recall a more powerful 90 minute prayer time in my life. I like to think it was a moment of sweet destiny. When I came in I and started at the cross, I didn’t even look at the directions, just full abandoned and savagely crying out because I was so thirsty and so tired of striving with my flesh and self. As I went to nailing up my expectations and burdens of anxiety and anger,...
Dust Prayer Week
My experience in the prayer room was ridiculously amazing. The Holy Spirit filled that place like it was Heaven itself. I honestly wondered how much closer to Heaven I could get than actually there. The ambiance, the simplicity, and the things spoken to me. The time to make a difference is now! No more waiting, no more excuses. The time is now. All or nothing; you’re in or...
