God took over
It was a normal Tuesday morning for us on the fireschool, grab a hot drink and then upstairs in the House of Prayer for teaching before we pray. Last Tuesday was a bit different and will stand out as one of those times when God took over.
We had a guest speaker who came to talk about his mother who had been a part of the Hebridian Revival. Many of us were deeply moved by his testimony of how people across these Scottish Islands were pursued by the convicting power of God until they were left powerless but to surrender their lives in service to their creator.
I felt challenged by his words but did not expect what God would do next…
As I moved into the HOP to pray I suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to worship God that I could not push aside. We were supposed to be praying but I could not stop the worship that was bubbling up inside of me. I found myself being taken deeper and deeper into his presence until it seemed only He existed. I felt Him whisper to me that I must kneel before him and with tears streaming down my face I obeyed. As I knelt I felt a deep conviction come to me that utterly ruined me as I realised that He was Holy and I was a sinner. I began to sob. The microphone was passed to me to pray as is our usual practice but I hardly knew what to say I was so broken by his presence I was afraid to speak, all I could do was ask for mercy.
At this point most people were either on their knees or faces crying out to God. God had broken in. I can’t speak for anyone else but I know that this experience has marked me.