I attended my first prayer meeting ever at my church this past Friday night. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go at first but I swear the Holy Spirit works through my children as it was my oldest daughter who encouraged me to go. I arrived a few minutes early and was fortunate enough to find parking. This next part was odd. When I was walking up the stairs to enter the church I swear I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach telling me to leave. Like a feeling of dread. That I shouldn’t go. I wasn’t apprehensive about going, I had made up my mind earlier in the day while emailing my friend about the meeting. We were to meet there. I never had a feeling like that before and it made me very uneasy. I still continued on and entered the church. The minute I did that the feeling left as soon as it came on. Say what you will but I believe the enemy exists and I believe it was him trying to discourage me from attending the prayer meeting.
I had the pleasure of sitting with 3 other strong Christian women along with my friend (who is also a strong Christian as well as a wonderful friend). I feel blessed to have been surrounded by such women. The prayer meeting was powerful. Powerful. We prayed for ourselves. The elders and Pastors anointed those who were ill with oil and they were prayed over. We prayed for people sitting next to us, we prayed for our youth and their parents, we prayed for our children and the children’s ministry and the children’s ministry leaders. We prayed for our Pastor and his family. It lasted over 2 hours and people were still praying and the Pastor invited everyone who wanted to stay that they were welcome. I left after being prayed over at the alter. It was amazing.
The people leading us in prayer were so eloquent and moved by the Spirit. Their words were perfect and inspiring to the soul. I wish I could pray out loud and so be Spirit led. I’m more of a stoic/quiet pray-er. I know God hears me. I believe it is quite the gift to be able to pray out loud for a group of people, many of whom you don’t know personally. And I believe it’s even more of a gift when your words touch the very heart and soul of someone listening. It’s the gift of the Spirit leading you to relay a much needed message to someone you don’t even know.
Prayer is so powerful.