Acquire the Fire

Now, most of you would think I'm going to write about the conference, but to honest, there's not much to say about it. It was a dud. It was like watching a never ending commercial. Yuck. Nevertheless, on the weekend I did acquire the fire. It came not through preaching or worship, but through fellowship and prayer. Allow me to explain.

A friend came to visit from up north for Acquire the Fire, a youth conference. A couple of my friends came and we met up with a couple of his friends as well. It was these relationships that ended up being a catalyst for us each individually. The conference ended rather early on Saturday and feeling slightly "underfilled" we decided we needed more fellowship. We went back to a friend's house and just prayed together.

This was no normal prayer time, but a passionate meeting with God. We sat there, 5 of us, on a friend's bed, huddled in a circle, praying. The Holy Spirit fell on each of us and every one streamed down tears of joy and release. The Lord spoke words to each of us individually, through each other. He said exactly what we needed to hear, to both encourage and radically stimulate our faiths.

The prayer time was perfect. Divine. I felt positively renewed.

And then..

We all know how this story. Satan attacks.

My grandmother died last night and I fell back into a worldly perspective. It seemed like everything was going wrong.

I went out with a friend tonight, just to have some fun and God brought to mind the date. I realized it's been two years today that I was baptized. I started to think back over the last 2 years and compare who I was to who I am and my spirit began to worship.

We hung out and played pool for awhile and then decided to go back to my friend's house and simply watch a movie.

Half way through the movie, my phone rang. It was a friend from Hawaii. She was calling to encourage me in the Lord, knowing nothing of my current struggle. We spoke for almost an hour, maybe more and through her, the Lord spoke everything I needed to hear to put me back in that spiritually renewed place.

I opened my journal to make a couple notes and it opened to the page from Saturday. On that page I had wrote something God spoke to me, before the prayer time, it read, "When you are weary, I'll send my workers."

This is my God.