The Challenge

Lingering in His presence...I'm listening to their prayers. Could there be a more beautiful thing? I sit here, feeling finished with my devotion...and I hear the toungues of those annointed around me. There's so much love for every name brought before Him. So much beauty in the voices being moved with the Holy Ghost. I could sit and listen and soak in this annointing for hours. It's just the simplest prayers...the quietest talks with Jesus. Even though they belong to others, I am moved by His presence and love for them. I sit amazed as I hear the voice of my pastor...my youth pastor...other spiritual leaders. I want to cry...I want to weep in His presence. Instead, I'm lost in silent toungues as I am overtaken by this mighty annointing. These voices open my ears to the call to go deeper. I wish to be where they've been. I wish to be in his presence.

Then...I am overtaken by something else completely. Understanding is the only word that comes to me to express the type of liberation that slowly and deeply spreads through my core. Depth has fallen on my mind and I'm sucked into a deeper prayer than I can describe. Surrounded by love and power, I speak. I speak in words that I do not understand. I speak with a boldness I have felt before, only in times like this...and in an annointing that I never could comprehend. Intercession is poured into and out of me. My mind can't comprehend why I'm being allowed to pray/communicate like this. I don't understand why He chose to allow a lowly person like me to feel so large through His power, and so small in His arms at this one time. It is known to both of us that I am not worthy...yet He still pours out His annointing. He still pours out fresh and deeper understanding. He still allows me to be broken up and stirred inside. He pulls me together in ways I never would have imagined. I understand none of it, but, for a few moments, He allows me to understand it all. I am completely taken away. I am changed and I am used. I am challenged.