One day

I woke up this morning to a phone call about 15 minutes before the time I had set my alarm for. A very long distant phone call from a boy. A boy that has been on my mind for some time. This boy previously told me that he does not believe there is a God. Being in the army, he has seen and had to do many things most humans would never imagine. I had the habit of sending up a small little prayer when I thought of him, which lately has been less and less. I hadn’t heard much from him because he was out on missions half way across the world. So naturally, my thought of him decreased and so did my prayers.
Before I got to church I had made up my mind that instead of waiting for God to come to me, I was going to step out and reach for him. So many things were said on the pulpit that hit home for me. The words seemed as if they were straight from God and only meant for me. And those words, brought tears to my eyes. I cannot remember who said it, but one of the pastors asked the congregation who was the first one we thought of this morning. Mine was my military friend, and not God. But God did that for a reason, as I was soon to find out.
As the service progressed, more and more things were being said that I felt were strictly for me. The pastor talked about those people that were on our hearts that struggle and don’t believe. I learned we need to not only pray for them, but praise for them and even worship for them. Get down on our knees and lift up our hands FOR THEM. I learned that we don’t get tested when we are on the mountains but when we are in the valleys. Instead of praying our way out, we can praise our way out too.
We had an alter call, and was one of the first to the altar, crying even before I was on my knees. My tongue was moving without me help. Many people prayed over me but then one on the elders of the church voice came into my left ear. He told me that he was not one to do this, but I have a ministry inside of me. I can’t remember too much after that, I was so lost in the spirit. My entire was warm and my legs and arms trembled. I started to feel peace again and as I did I felt a cool breeze on my tear stained face. It took me awhile to find the strength to stand again.
I went back to my seat but couldn’t sit. There was still more for me.
I saw a girl standing up at the altar all by herself. I heard a voice that sounded just like mine that said, go up there and tell her not to be afraid to raise her hands. I thought that was really none of my business how she worshiped. But of course what I hoped was God prevailed and after much deliberation, my feet moved and I walked up to her and told her not to be afraid. Nothing really came of me talking to her but I stepped out on faith and I hope that was what God wanted. I just stood by her and worshiped with her.
Then the Pastor came up to me and prayed again in my left ear. He prayed that I would have a supernatural sense of God’s leading (something I had been struggling with.) He said more but my spirit took hold again and my legs began to shake.
My prayer is that from these experiences that happened all in one day that I may continue to grow and do the work of God. We are the body of Christ, and should not argue with the head on what to do and what not to do. Imagine that with your own flesh. Quite a wild picture. I feel things are about to change for the better. So many of my friends and family have been on my heart lately and I feel now that I am better equipped with the tools I need to plant the seed of Christ in their lives. And instead of just praying, I am going to give praising a shot and encourage you to do the same.

~Faith enables persons to be persons because it lets God, be God- Carter Linberg~