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Sickness and Excitement.

What started off as feeling a big rough on Wednesday morning actually became worse, and I ended up kind of going through the orientation of the course in a bit of a daze and then going home and sleeping all afternoon and night. Today I am just about well, but the whole weekend was spent coughing with a sore throat and feeling generally a bit under the weather. It’s interesting as I realized in the midst of feeling like this that I haven’t really had the flu for years. I can’t remember the last time I was coughing and feeling achy in my body and having a really sore throat (well the throat and diminished speaking ability I do remember from Christmas). I don’t know if it was good or not to be reminded, but when it was to be the way it was it is always good to look for something positive in it all.

On Sunday I really wanted to write because I was so excited! But when I started writing I realized that my thoughts were a jumble and they didn’t make sense even to me (well in my head they did, but when I tried to put “pen to paper” or “fingers to the keyboard” it wasn’t quite as clear). Sunday really blessed my heart! I hear you asking: “go on then, what was it that made you so excited?”…I’ll get there, don’t worry. Well, I have a real heart to figure out how what we have here at IHOP-KC can be combined with the missionary work with YWAM and just thinking that in an ideal world the two could be combined to a perfect balance of doing the intercession part and also the “doing” part. At church on Sunday they gave a report from a, I guess you can call it “historic”, meeting that took place in Orlando at the end of the month where all the major missions organisations and all the major prayer movements worldwide met together and committed themselves to stand with each other. Of course YWAM and IHOP-KC were a part of this. It was so exciting to hear and really see that what seems to be two different movements, are really one.

My flatmate Leah went on an outreach to Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and Sunday evening was a testimonies/potluck (a potluck is when everyone brings a dish of food and then it’s shared, like a shared meal). Apart from lots of scrumptious food (which is always nice). It was so incredibly encouraging to hear what God had done through the team there, and how they’d managed to combine keeping a 24/7 prayer room going as well as doing the evangelism. Also here they were working alongside other groups, YWAM being one of them. And what everyone felt was that it was notably different, in a good way, to do evangelism with the prayer cover. I didn’t go, but prayed for them from here, and it was so exciting to hear what I had been a part of!

Yes, it makes me really excited and expectant to find out how I fit into all of this. And I am grateful for these encouraging “drips” as I am here to get to know God better and not necessarily go into “ministry” at the moment, but God knows my heart and it’s so cool to connect to His heart!

The course? Oh yes, the course. Well, “IHOP-KC Commission” as it is very eloquently called, is going well. We are studying “Song of Solomon” and I am getting so many new revelations of God’s love and heart for us! It’s great!! I look forward to each day.

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