Last Friday night in Peru was one of the most incredibly memorable nights of my life.
Our entire squad is together in Trujillo, Peru this month.
We have spent the last few nights in worship and in vulnerability together,
sharing each others’ stories and struggles.
Friday night we spent some time in prayer and worship, just
inviting the Holy Spirit to hang out with us. I put my hands on a couple of the
people around me. After a few moments of group prayer, I felt power surging out
of my hands into the people I was touching. After a couple of those people were
overwhelmed by the Spirit, I felt moved to pray over others. And then others. I don’t
even know what I was praying or how many people I prayed over. But I felt
desperation, strength, longing. Interpreting my gibberish and my intensity
basically amounted to, “God, I desperately want [whoever I was laying hands on]
to be filled with You.” As far as I could understand it, that was all the
conscious thought I could muster, but there was much more incredible things
going on that is beyond my comprehension and articulation. And when I say that
I felt desperate for people to be filled, I mean DESPERATE. Desperate like I
could never explain. More desperate than I am capable of. Feeling what the Lord
feels for my friends. Wanting what the Lord wants.
It was a long night. Squadmates and leaders came to me and
proclaimed that they saw the Spirit of God on me. People came to me (some
literally grabbed my hands and put them on their heads and said something like,
“I want some of what is going on”). I don’t know how to explain it, other than
I felt like I was welding the hands of God. They ached with power. They
trembled with longing. They burned with passion. And pulsated with Presence.
It was a beautiful night. I have no idea how long it lasted,
I lost all concept of time. I have no idea what else was happening in the room,
I only heard faint music in the background the whole night. When it all ended,
I felt like I had run a marathon. I was worn out. My arms were sore. My head
was spinning. I felt kind of frozen, slowly recovering mentally and physically.
God is so good. The whole night
was all about God. He used me. I didn’t do anything. It was definitely one of those experiences where I felt like I was removed from myself, watching God use myself. I am thankful to have His
Presence and that He desires to love people through my heart. And my hands.
did a listening prayer a couple weeks ago and God gave me some elaborate
visions for my teammates. I do not know why He is walking me through all of
this. But I am thankful. I am filled with joy. I am in love with my King. And I
will walk through this season of intense intimacy in confidence and humility for
as long as the Lord desires. For the only true desire of my heart is to desire
His Heart.
