It’s the second day of The Awakening. Over 180 world racers have gathered along with a plethora of ministry partners here from Cambodia in order to ask the Father to awaken our hearts to His Spirit. Yesterday was filled with Kingdom bringing sessions, intercession prayer, worship, and a ton of laughs. Yesterday was also my birthday so I was out with some of my best friends at the Night Market last night. We returned to our hostel after midnight, following a night that consisted of consuming Tirrantulas and Hawaiian style pizza. Last night I was so exhausted that I clocked out without setting an alarm to wake up for our Squad Leaders Breakfast session. Now, if you know me you know that without an alarm I’ll sleep straight till lunch time; but out of coincidence, God woke me up at 7:35am to make my 8am session (it was no coincidence, thanks Lord!). So I knew today was about to be another great day.
Long story short, it has been great so far, but exhausting! I have done over 10 missions trips to the Philippines, spent 3 months in Africa, and the past 4 years in the pan handle of Florida. I have felt heat, but NOTHING like Cambia. Nothing like today. As lunch time rolled around, I just wanted to grab my food and roll into the Introvert Fetal Position. So I grabbed my bagged lunch and meandered my way towards the roof. As I summited the 5 stories of Overflow Guesthouse, I rojoiced to see the spot empty of Human beings. I prayed before I began to eat my meal (as every good Baptist-raised boy does) and asked God for more of Him. As I sat alone on that roof with my lunch I put my Spotify on shuffle and “King of my Heart” began to play. As the song began to build up, God showed up. He answered my prayer and shook my world.
Out of no where the climate began to change. The temperature cooled and wind began to blow through the open walls that held the tin roof where I sat. The fans suspended on my left began to spin rapidly. The fans on my right began to spin backwards! I looked at the dials on the fans in confusion and they were all off, turned to 0. The bag which held my food was blown off my table and moved across the floor. The lights suspending from the tin roof were swaying in submission to the power of the wind. At that very moment, I felt the presence of the Father in a way I can only compare to Genesis 3 which speaks of God walking through the Garden of Eden moving in the cool of day. I prayed for more of God and He came to me in a rejuvenating breeze. I then was ready to lay in His presence and bask in the experience for myself, but God led to me do otherwise. He pushed me to write. To write this experience which I only experienced 7 minutes ago and share it. Praise God for still answering prayers. Praise God for still making His presence known. Praise God for still desiring us to share our stories of His power.
*I took a picture of the rooftop after the whole experience:
