I guess the first post should be what inspired me to create this blog in the first place, I had a wonderful experience at my church’s prayer meeting yesterday that I just couldn’t help but share. I thought I would sleep after my class so I’d be well rested before going for prayer meeting which was by 7pm, but by 4:30 I was already awake, so I didn’t get enough rest. When I checked the time I saw that I still had enough time and then I received two messages reminding about the prayer meeting by my cell secretary, which I thought were way too early, but then she sent them in the morning too so it was all good. I thought about what to do before going to church so i decided to clean up, while I was on that, my roomie’s friend came in and we started talking about God and the various videos we had seen, and how people had the wrong misconceptions about what it meant to be a Christian, the conversation felt so good, so I guess I was already so fired up by then.
When it was time, I got ready to go to church with my partner who called so we could go to church, I was really excited. But what I didn’t tell anybody was that I was scared about a lot of things, most of them really little things, and they all terrified me. Then I remembered one of the things I had discussed with my friend earlier about the devil not having any power, and all he does is plant thoughts and capitalize on those thoughts. About five minutes after getting to church, the service started and we began to pray, during the worship session, I started crying, at a point I didn’t know why, but then I heard it so loud I felt there was no one else around me then, God told me there was no reason for me to be scared, oh by then it was like waterworks in my face as I allowed the tears stroll down my face. As if that wasn’t enough, my pastor came on and started praying, then he read from Psalm 91:1-10, and there they were again, the words that I needed to hear, I had no need whatsoever for fears.
I can tell you that it was no ordinary prayer meeting because the power went through every part of my body. I wasn’t surprised to find out that I wasn’t the only one that felt that way. Everyone was shouting and I wasn’t distracted, I just felt His presence more, and it felt good to know that others did too. I mean, even the songs that were taken for the offering seemed to have been personally selected by the Holy Spirit.
I felt to share this with you guys, hope you enjoyed this piece.