I think the enemy was playing games tonight. All of our plans fell through. There was a lot of miscomunication and confusion from every angle. Some nights seem like a waste of time, but I know that is not true.
Despite the fact that we could not take our new friends our as we had hoped to, we were at least able to make plans for another night. Things just didn’t really fall into place, but we spent some time sitting at our spot on the third floor praying over the girls and the tourists. We prayed for God’s Kingdom in this place, and prophesied that sleeping hearts would be awakened.
Some may perseve the night as a failure, but I know and choose to believe by faith that things happen in the heavens when we pray.
As for our plans, they can always happen another night. May the Spirit move where He will, and may we follow His lead always.
