I felt like a bride undressing in front of her new husband for the first time.
At Saturday night prayer, I felt awkward praying out loud in our small group of four people. I became aware: I have spent so many more hours all alone in the presence of God, compared with praying corporately, that going into His presence, with someone I admire or don't know, isn't comfortable or easy for me. Sometimes I feel like a bride undressing in front of her husband for the first time. Anyway, we were focusing our prayer on Brazil and the Ministry Team and I started feeling empty and devoid of any sense for more to pray (all I could do was, under my breath, speak in tongues). After telling Jesus I was sorry for my lack of involvement in prayer for these precious saints, I prayed God would let me feel His heart for the Nations, like Brazil. When we came back together as a group, Larry prayed a glorious overview of the evening. And the brother that closed us in prayer remained standing before the Lord. Finally, LJ lead us in singing: "Chris....tian....rise....... Claim....your....hope....... The....Lamb....of....God....... is....on....the....Throne........" --
"Chris....tian....rise....... Claim....your....hope....... The....Lamb....of....God....... is....on....the....Throne........" -- "Chris....tian....rise....... Claim....your....hope....... The....Lamb....of....God....... is....on....the....Throne........"
As our singing gradually swelled with confidence into exhortation to all the saints, I felt the pleasure of God. I saw a large plume of incense rise to reach His nostrils. Then the fragrance lofted around the world to the remotest parts of the earth and all the saints were benefiting from the sweet smelling encouragement of hope. Their bent over bodies started to straighten up. I couldn't make sound come out of my mouth so I kept singing with my spirit. Later that week, I felt if we had sung that chorus 2 more times, their bent over bodies would have become completely erect with hope. "The Lamb Of God Is On The Throne!"
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