it was my first experience in a 24-7 prayer room and i felt truly blessed to be there.

I thought i might have trouble finding it, but it turned out not to be so difficult. i knocked on the door, but no one answered so i opened it and slipped inside. i was first struck by the darkness, it was almost eerie, but in a good way. i scanned the front desk and then made my way into the heart of the room. at the time i was reading velvet elvis and in the book he asked the question “have you ever been in a place where you felt you ought to remove your shoes because you sensed you were on holy ground?” i’d never had an experience of that sorts until this moment. i slipped off my sandals near the footprints on the cement. i turned circles for a minute and ended up in the lost and found. i wrote down the names that were in my head and glanced over at the help desk. what wonderful names! i walked over and stood on the couch, stared hard at the world map. i have felt a strong desire to go to london, and an even stronger desire to be of help to africa. i had been trying to figure out where God was leading me. i ran my hand over much of the world.

“Lord, should i go to Africa?” i stumbled. i had meant to say london.

i think visited most of the “stations” while i was there. i sat a chair at one point, put my feet up and felt this indescribable peace. i drew a fairly bad picture at the table. i scribbled a prayer into a notebook at one of the desks. i listened to the nooma video “rain,” and as it was ending i glanced over the the wall adjacent to the tv screen. in bold letters a question, “what’s you’re biggest fear?” without a breath it hit me. i read further. “take a slip of paper, jot down your fears and place them at the feet of Jesus.” i did. i sat down in front of the painting on the hard wooden chair, i let the paper slip out of my hand. at this point i was sobbing, and it felt so good.

i sat there for a long time, then, slowly i made my way back to the lost and found, keeping the promise i made when i wrote down my own names. by now there was another body there and i felt it was time for me to go. i thought the light out side would jar my system but it wasn’t so bad. i felt energized and excited and contemplative and ready.

well, i guess this a bit long, but this is how it was for me. thank you so much for all that you guys do!

Brandy

The ministry of Jesus began in earnest, not with the glittering launch of a manifesto for social change, but with a retreat from the impulse to act.  40 days of nothing, but conversations with Truth & questions about being. Jesus’ apostles encountered the same ‘Pause’  directive right after having just been commissioned to, well… help save the world. “Wait!” He told them. Saying, something good would come from stopping, ceasing, not moving forward…just yet.    In their retreat from the impulse to act there were many days of nothing, but conversations with Truth & questions about being.   Maybe sometimes it’s good to just stop, to close down operations, to shut up shop, to refuse to do anything, except conversations with Truth & questions about being.  To push ‘pause’ on life so that in questions & listening & reflecting & resting – a supernatural replenishing.    

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“They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength. They’ll mount up with wings as eagles. They’ll walk & not faint. They’ ll run & not grow weary” -Psalms