Sat 6-11-05
Topic: Day to day stuff
Prologue 8?P
When Brian and Sandra first mentioned the over night prayer and worship time, my first thought was of it starting at around dark and continuing through church the next morning. It ended up that it started at 4:00 PM on Sat. I was very glum about having to work from 3-9 and missing a chunk of the fellowshipping. I hope I will be able to read about what happened while I was not there. I had told one guy at work about what I was doing that night. He asked me how it went later on. “It was awesome” I replied but that is not the whole story. Indeed, the story could not fit in even that one full night.
Sat 6-11-05
I’m cleaning up at the end of work more meticulously even than usual because I had been told that Mr. Harrison (The manager of the whole store) would be the one to come check it that night. I did not get everything done but it looked very nice. I had to leave at 9 and when asked if there was any way I could stay and finish it, I made it clear that I had to be somewhere important.
Walking out to my car, I am already starting to rid myself of my workday including my apron and shirt. On the way, I continue to pray. I pray that I would do nothing except what God wants me to. This is what I have done ever since I had gone a step too far when I was told to sit at the fireplace next to Julie one Tuesday. I put my hand on her shoulder when I was not supposed to. Thankfully she stopped it instead of dealing with it. Going back to the topic. I get to the finks and park where I know I’ll be out of the way of others since I am usually one of the last to leave. I hang up my shirt and apron on the passenger seat; grab my bag of extra clothes out of the back seat and my backpack. I walk inside quietly, put my stuff down and get the rest of my clothes to change into. Coming out, I went to my backpack and noisily got out my sketch kit and Bible, opening the zippers as quietly as I could, not succeeding very well. I had already taken off my shoes at the door and relieved myself of my watch, wallet, and keys and put them in my extra clothes bag rather than my backpack earlier; so I was all ready to get into worship, so I thought. I sat down in front of the TV next to Betsy, my thoughts straying a little. Even with all I had done, praying all during work and telling myself that it was Ok that I missed the first 5 hours, I had not been able to prepare myself fully and still had a sulky attitude. After a while of this, I had to go to the bathroom and prayed in there that people would receive in there. I prayed that I would be able to receive even in there. Sometimes the best places to receive are away from everything else even if it seems a strange place. There were times, in Brazil, when I had to walk around outside the tent for a bit. Anyway, I walked out of the bathroom and could not go past the center of the hallway. I knelt down before I could be pushed down and opened my hands to receive what He was giving me. It felt like another time, Thursday, when I knelt down to be knighted. This was a bestowing of new armor, I thought. Really it was only getting a new weapon; a sword. I asked what this sword was (the last one was anointing) I waited for a very short time to hear what it was and began to play a guessing game with Him to find out what it was (not a very good show of patience). Every time I guessed wrong, I did a “Julie Side Jerk” (I call it this because of all the manifestations I’ve seen of the Holy Spirit, She’s the only one I’ve seen do a quick jerk with her head and sometimes torso to only one side. Only thing that comes close is a side bend usually accompanied with a “wooooe! Or the quick back and forth head shaking, sometimes involving the torso)” Of course she’s moved on to the “Chicken Jerk and Kick” and I’ve been doing this. Anyway for many of the wrong guesses, they were “Not Yet” rather than just “No.” What Irony! Heh, after playing this guessing game over many words, I find out that I’m getting something I prayed for and a different aspect of something I prayed for a long time ago. The one I had prayed for recently being gentleness, and the one I prayed for in Brazil being patience. Only this patience was specifically to wait on laying hands on people until it was the right time. This second one is going to be one I learn over time as all patience comes from perseverance through trial. The gentleness I felt was an instant thing and was excited to try it out. This also, I had to wait for. I’m able to get up now and I walk into the room where everyone is greeting each other since my mom and Aubrey came in toward the end of the former worship time, very noisily and saying “Hi,” Not being respectful to the quiet time of worship we were having. (This was the attitude that I had at the time) Now of course, I was doing better, added to my picture in a jagged way like adding lightning to my fire sword. “WAS ANOINTING, NOW IS PATIENCE AND GENTLEN…” (I ran out of room on my paper)
I was hungry, not only for food since I had a smaller meal than usual at work, but also for an outpouring of the Holy Spirit. All through the night from the beginning of the first worship session, while in the bathroom and all through the rest of the night and on Monday at the girl’s house as well, I had the line from a song in my head “Let the Fire Burn, Let the Wind Blow” to which I added in the beginning and end to make “Let the Oil pour, let the Fire Burn, let the Wind blow, and the Rain fall down.” Only a portion of this began to happen as we locked arms in praise, prayer and unity of mind and heart. I believe for more of this tonight (Tuesday) especially since the oil has started to flow. I was between Betsy and Dad with locked arms, praying continually for a voice to well up in Betsy, Pressing in for Julie, and Kim… Jesus has Kim. I prayed for a fire to burn in our midst. Several hands were warm. After we had come down from standing, instead of locking arms and having my hands free, we had our hands and arms around each other’s backs. This is how I know that some hands were hot besides reports from others. At one point, I switched from Betsy to Brian who was on the other side of her. I don’t remember getting anything specific but after a while of that I went back to Betsy. During that time, I also prayed for wakefulness, spiritual awareness… These are the things I did not pray out loud. For some reason I do not remember what I said out loud or much of what anyone else prayed out loud. Those prayers went to the Lord. As I found out later on in the night after having a bite to eat and others had some coffee, speaking out your prayers is important. There is power in the tongue for Life and for Death. I continually ask God to prompt me when to speak out loud and when to keep quiet. The message about praying out loud was definitely for me. The other ones we watched were important as well but I especially enjoyed the African accent of very well spoken English reading of the King James Bible. Soft spoken, with passion and love was this man’s teaching on prayer.
I’m really fuzzy on what happened after the videos and I am not able to contact anyone because our line is messing up, doesn’t have long distance for Kim, Julie didn’t answer the phone and I just felt I should keep typing until it comes to me… I had already prayed before beginning to type this up that I would remember everything that I should put down. Alright… During the videos… ooh something did come back to me… Betsy wanted a back rub. OK… after we had our break, we came back in; Betsy got a back crack from Dad in waiting for the videos to start. I did the back rub while we watched the clips. She went to sit on the couch afterwards. Brandon then comes to lie down on the floor in front of the couch. I give him a nice hard, back rub since he can take it. Kim and Julie had started talking on the other side of the room. Mom, Dad and Aubrey began to go to sleep in the middle of the living room between us. Brandon stayed a bit longer. Julie had said that she felt like she just wanted to go to sleep before she got into the conversation. She never went to sleep that night. Betsy went over and joined their conversation. I felt I should stay. Hoping I would be able to hear what’s going on in Julie’s life. Brandon went in the other room to sleep. Kim went to pray for Brian. Julie came and laid on the couch next to me. Betsy came and laid on the back of the couch. Julie shared a little. I prayed, she jerked, Betsy laughed. We joked about Betsy falling on her and getting a head butt and probably a kick as well. Sandra had gone into her room to pray and we heard later that she got some sleep as well. I got up and walked around a bit and went to the bathroom. I came out and found Kim and Brian in a hot spot between the couch and the dining room. Kim was in catching position for obvious reasons, Brian was leaning back and forth, I joined in praying around him. Julie got up and stood at a short distance. I prayed for her to be able to press in. I felt the push as well but was able to stand, went behind Kim because she was looking unstable… I knew that if I laid hands on either of them that they would fall back but also knew that I was not supposed to. I was then moved away after moving a few pieces of furniture and such from around the area. I moved a chair away from Julie who asked what I was doing. I’m sorry I did not answer her. In cases such as these, I only silently do what I am led. Brian fell down and then Kim safely. Kim moved from the dining room to the other side of the wall between Brian and I. I had moved the chair into the hallway to the front door and was going to go back in but felt I had to stay in the doorway into the other hallway to block anything that might come that way on its way out the front door. It was the same chain gang idea that happened Monday at the girls house with a large angel watching all the little demons on their way out and a large angel with his sword drawn as well, behind me blocking the way to the Fink girl’s room or to the room Brandon was in. I prayed for Kim a bit, felt cold, put my arms in my shirt, curled up and went to sleep. When I woke up, Brian was gone, Betsy was still sleeping on the couch, Kim was on the other side of the wall in the dining room praying over the names of all the people we knew who are not saved, that we had written down on pieces of paper and put under the bread (This is a traditional thing that has some significant meaning for lack of the better word I can’t think of. I do not know the details of it however.) Julie was on the floor with a blanket bunched up on top of her. I wanted to pray for her but could not yet. I stood there praying, pacing. Julie spoke and asked me to spread the blanket over her. I gratefully did so and then sat down to pray between her and Betsy.
Tuesday Dad just got home from work and is disrupting my concentration but at least he hasn’t asked to go on the computer and check his email… yet.