Ill never forget the way the air felt that night at the hostel. It had a particularly odd peace to it. It was quiet as the moon continued to rise higher in the sky.
We sat there in silence reminiscing on what had transpired that week. Things didn't make sense. Lives had been drastically changed, friendships had come to an end, and it was as though we had been slapped in the face by every direction.
It would have been easy to say, "Everything is against me!" because from the front lines that's exactly how it appeared. Somehow we knew that God was in this mess and fighting for us through it.
I remember looking over at Thomas who was in his own deep thoughts trying to come to a conclusion of the change that had happened and how to move forward. Just two nights before we were sitting in the same exact spot swapping stories from our month. I was telling him about a mentally handicapped girl who had been raped in the gypsy village she lived in and how they didn't know who the Father was.
Talking about it broke my heart and I began to let my tongue move as the Holy Spirit directed it as I poured my broken heart out to Thomas. As I continued to speak of how wrong it was that men of this world are so blind to their actions, I heard Jesus speak to me, "Pray for them!" – So I began to pray…and I prayed….and prayed….and kept on praying for at least 20 minutes. It was a powerful and supernatural experience as the Holy Spirit gave me prophetic revelation to pray for.
When I finished the over abundant peace of the Holy Spirit came down upon us. I don't think I can be considered the same after that night.
"You know," I said looking at Thomas, "this feels like we're about to go into a great battle. Like our lives as we knew them are over and we are about to transpire into something greater…something more!" He sat in his chair and silently nodded as he couldn't find words to reply with. If we only knew how great that change would be!
