I’m kind of blogging whats on my heart from God at the moment so here goes, this is what God showed me in a recent prayer meeting.

We were praying and prophesying over the nation and what God was showing me, was to do with God reaching into prisons.

As we prayed God started showing me a move of holiness coming from inside prisons, where people were encountering the Holy Spirit in prison and instead of it being a school for criminals it became a school of holiness, he showed me government officials walking through a detox wing and it was empty and the only explanation the governor could give was that there were no more drug addicts in the prison due to people encountering the Holy spirit, and therefore the wing was out of use.

As prison officers were walking through wings they were seeing a kind of glow from the cells as the Holy spirit was encountering the people in there, and he also showed me newspaper headlines reporting no suicides, and no attacks on prison officers or other prisoners, throughout the UK in a given year.

As I prayed into this I felt God was challenging me to dream unashamedly, and to dream his dreams and believe that this is possible as Gods kingdom comes on Earth.      

I wrote this poem as God spoke to me about the fathers heart for me, and thought I’d share it with you.

My Child I know your path, I know your every fear, when you’re far away I long for you to be near;  To share my inmost joy to see just what I see, when I look into your eyes I see so much of me;  You have the family traits so much more than you know, but when the troubles all crowd in its hard for them to show.  Just look into my eyes and see the image that is there, its your true reflection despite all the wear and tear;  Just look to me and you’ll never be alone look into my eyes and you’ll find that you are home. 

I was listening to the song by Fernando Ortega Just give me Jesus, and I was thinking how we sing these songs just give me Jesus you can have all this world just give me Jesus. It sounds so good, yet we don’t really mean it we really mean Jesus give me this or that. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, ugh I just feel a frustration in my heart that I want Jesus that I’m sick of the emptiness of seeking after stuff I want raw God. I’m longing for that next encounter, I’m longing to see him move. I want a church that’s awake to the awesome wonder of knowing Jesus the privilege just to stand in his presence. Where are the hearts that are seeking him above everything else? where are those that will give up all to follow Christ? Why doesn’t anyone want to take up their cross anymore?

People keep asking me what you doing on fire school? What’s it about? I don’t know how to answer that, I’m just here because I know there’s more I can’t articulate what, but I’m just waiting. For what I don’t really know. I’m in a funny place I don’t feel like I’m going anywhere but I don’t have anywhere to go back to. So I’m just waiting.

So I’m just sitting in my grotty little brown room with the damp stain down the wall, crying out for more. More Lord!!

You can have all this world just give me Jesus.

Pastor Ken asked us all to pray for miracles, seen in the Early Church, to become everyday life in the modern day church. Although I totally agreed, I found it difficult to pray. Then it struck me why I  couldn’t engage my heart and pray with the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit revealed to me that I was trying to pray with my head. I was using my head as an index searching for any relevent scriptures. But my prayers just didn’t flow. My head was getting in the way of the Holy Spirit, who wanted to speak to me and tell me what he thought. 

John 15 v 5 says, ‘Apart from me, you can do nothing.’ How true is this with regards to my prayer. If I don’t pray with the Holy Spirit and learn to engage my heart I’ll get nowhere.

I just want to share with you an experience I recently had during my daily devotion. As part of the devotion for that day I was reading Psalm 79, when verse 11 gripped me. It reads;

‘May the groans of the prisoners come before you; by the strength of your arm preserve those condemned to die.’

Suddenly, I was aware that right at that moment men & women in other countries were being persecuted for their faith in Jesus. I knew there were some who were ‘condemned to die’. So, I began to intercede for them, and prayed until I felt the burden lift. This is the first occassion that this has happened to me in the middle of ‘my’ time with God.