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Missions and prayer in one place.

Sat here in the kitchen of the flat I have been staying in while here at YWAM Grimerud. I leave tomorrow so I figured it’d be a good moment to sit down and write a little bit in my blog. It’s already dark outside and it’s only 4:30 pm. I suppose that’s why we talk about it being dark and cold in winter. It’s dark and it’s certainly cold. Outside everything is covered in snow and it’s beautiful. During the day the sky is spectacular and it almost takes my breath away when I look at creation and realise its part of the beauty that is in God’s heart.

It’s been a nice week. The first few days were crazy. Hundreds of YWAM staff and students packed together for the January staff conference. As usual I felt a tad overwhelmed by the vast amount of people I didn’t know...but then I could nip off to the flat or the prayer room which was a welcome retreat from people. Good conference which reminded me again that YWAM truly is a mission organisation and gave me a good overview of what YWAM Norway is all about.

The prayer room. In October they started up 24/7 prayer as one of the ministries here at the base. And they really have been going 24/7 since. It’s not quite like IHOP-KC (although it’s the same Holy Spirit). The room has more of a contemplative feel (at least these days) in that it’s quieter and usually has a CD running or a devotional set. But they also do some Harp & Bowl sets (the style used at IHOP-KC) which is really fun. The team is great!! A bunch of quality, committed people who are passionate about God and believe in the raising up the House of Prayer. And it’s amazing to see how they are faithfully keeping the prayer room going even if it means being only one person in the room at times.

I’ve spent a lot of my time these past few days there. A lot of my time just asking Jesus what His path for me is and reading His word. Most of all wanting to connect to Him and to His heart.

So here I’m sat. The kettle just boiled, ready for me to make myself a cup of Earl Grey tea. As for the way forward. I know a few more steps, but I’ll have to write about them another day.

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