This past debrief was in South Africa. And we had a session every night. At the second night session, the squad mates leading worship felt led to just turn on worship music and let people worship absolutely however they wanted.
The middle of the room was left open for those who worshiped through dancing, the sides of room for those to soak, pray, or write, and the front stage had paper and markers for those who felt led to art (prophetic art). When they told us that we were absolutely free to worship however we felt like, I honestly thought I would be dancing. However, God told me not to. So I sat on the side for a minute and prayed. I then felt led to go get a sheet of paper and pen. So I got paper and saw all these pens I could choose from. There were green, black, purple, yellow, red, orange, and so many more! I couldn’t decide. What color do I want to use. This is a dyer situation. Ok, I was probably making choosing a pen a bigger deal than it was. For those wondering at this point, I choose to get the red one. I went back to where I was sitting with my pen and paper and began to pray. I closed my eyes and began to write without looking at the paper. Opened my eyes and read what I had wrote. The first two words were “My son”. I wrote out what God was telling me! I had several sentences of God talking to me. Not only that but I realized after I read it that it was in red. In some bibles when God talks it is in red. This blew my mind! I had never had this experience before. This is some of what he told me, “…Look at where you came from my friend. Remember when you where in a hole, felt trapped…Look at these things satan through at you…. Remember them?” After reading it, I ran back up to the front and got another pen to write back to God. (By the way, when I was writing what God was speaking to me, it was not in the lines at all!) I wrote a whole lot back but to summarize it, I wrote down the things that I had been through. I remembered feeling like I was beat up. After writing back I got the red pen and closed my eyes and began to let God speak as I wrote what I heard down. I ran out of time to write God back again because it was time to hear the message our squad mentor had prepared. She was talking about the warrior dash. How her and her friends had done it. Throughout the race they helped each other out to get through the race. At the end they all were muddy, bruised, and bloody. She talked about how sometimes we go through things in our walk with God that is hard but we have each other to help out. She went a lot deeper than that but this is the main point I want to talk about.
After it was over, everything clicked.
I have been through a lot in my life. I have been bruised, muddy, and sometimes even bloody. I am sure it will not be the last either. However, no matter what we have each other. I also went back to talk to God. He told me he was proud of me for fighting through. Satan tried to steal, kill, and destroy. Unfortunately, for satan it backfired and I became closer to God.
Anyway, the main point of this that I love the most is I worshiped and prayed in a way I never have before. It is so cool how many different ways people worship and hear God. It amazes me.
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