I’ve written on prayer a lot. I remember when I came to Christ I was scared to death to pray out loud. The thought made me so anxious. My palms would start sweating. My voice would begin to shake. What if I did it wrong? What if I said the wrong words?

 

A prayer partner “pushed, “and I do mean pushed, me into praying out loud. I wasn’t happy about it in the least and did not believe it was at all necessary.

 

Boy was I wrong.

 

Many years later now the work I’m called to do is rooted in prayer. Not silent prayer but always praying out loud.

 

I realize the devil knew something I didn’t long ago. That commanding demons to flee would require me using my voice authoritatively out loud. That serpent knew I’d be praying in the spirit gently over hurting hearts and that the precious Holy Spirit would touch people in their pain.

 

Even the devil knew the power of prayer.

 

Last night in prayer, the body was mobilized as God began to answer prayers through words of knowledge and various visions given. Deliverance of deeply rooted pains is God’s specialty and He has a lovely way of getting to the exact point of a matter.

 

Scripture was being brought to minds as we prayed over each heart. The room sang over one, “This little light of mine…I’m gonna let it shine.”

 

God is so good.

 

Songs were coming into hearts that caused us to stop and play them to understand what God might be saying.

 

PTSD was being healed in Jesus name as trauma was being unmasked.

 

God is a kind deliverer and restorer of every breach. His coming is a combination of power and gentleness at times. Healing and delivering in one sitting of glorious “suddenlies.”

 

Sometimes He encourages a heart with a nugget of wisdom they need that is precise. Other times He unravels a string of pains so He might bind them thoroughly.

 

It’s a work only He can do honestly.

 

We needed it.

They needed it.

I needed it.

 

A prayer meeting.

 

The most intimate and active place with Christ you’ll ever be.