This morning, I had an early-morning commitment to pray with a friend for healing before commuting to work. I am not fully functional until about 10 a.m., so this was a stretch. I drove to her house through the thick, cold darkness of the early morning. Something about it was peaceful and calm – different from the hustle and bustle I typically encounter on a morning commute.
The quiet screamed at me in silence, demanding my attention and awe. Something was different.
I clutched my decaf herbal tea and went in to pray. I wasn’t there long — twenty, maybe thirty minutes. But we experienced “that thing” – when two or more are gathered in one place in Jesus’ name… He met us there. I could feel power in the sunrise as we sang our praises, made our pleas, and sealed the good work started there.
Then came upon another chance to pray with a friend for healing late in the afternoon. I admit I was intimidated to ask, but so blessed that she said yes. Again, He met us there.
And then, another opportunity to pray and intercede for a friend on the phone. He does phone calls, apparently – He met us there.
And for another prayer of restoration in my evening small group. Yeah, He was there, too. I get the feeling He’s been there all along.
There was a time in my life where I would be more likely to dance on a table in a crowded room than ask someone if I could pray for them.
If the mood strikes me, I might still try the table thing. That’s how excited I am about this journey. I feel centered, focused — sensed heightened, energy going strong. I don’t know if it’s the food, faith or all the essentials combined. If this is what it means to be Daniel Strong, I want more.
If it means I need to keep getting up early… I’ll think about it.