Note: If you didn’t read my post Praying in the Spirit, you probably want to do that now. It explains more thoroughly what I’m talking about in this post. If you didn’t read Pre-Briefing Thoughts already, it will set the more immediate context for what follows…
The praying in the Spirit briefing experiment was good — even better than I was expecting, actually. We are definitely doing this for the rest of the Fire in the Night track. I’m probably going to have my interns do it again next track if I’m still Core Leading.
To actually get a feel for what the briefing was like, I figure the best approach will be to recount the “minutes” of the meeting…
9:25 P.M. – I go into the room we have our burn team briefings in to pray for a few minutes by myself. I’m a little nervous, hoping my interns will actually enter in and be edified. I pray for them (and for me!).
9:30 – I’m officially “on the clock,” and begin praying in the Spirit.
9:35 – Still praying, still feeling a little awkward. I wonder if my interns are running late.
9:40 – I’m starting to feel more focused. The interns have definitely forgotten. But that’s okay, because I’m beginning to engage my own heart with the Lord and no longer feel goofy. Whereas it was a little weird being alone in the room at first, now, it feels pretty good.
9:45 – My first intern comes in, apologizing profusely for forgetting. It’s not a big deal to me — the meeting was voluntary in the first place, and I’m beginning to really hit a “flow.” I’m starting to feel very focused, and the Lord has highlighted a Scripture to me. I’m having a grand time.
9:50 – The rest of the ladies have all straggled in by now (all a bit late — 9:45 is mandatory briefing time). Everyone’s settled and praying. I can tell most of them are still feeling awkward
9:55 – My phone buzzes in my pocket (on vibrate, of course), telling me we only have 5 minutes left of briefing time. I shut it off and keep going for just another minute or two, because the interns are really starting to get into it…
9:57 – We close in prayer and wrap things up. There was such a stillness in the room — it’s as if we didn’t want to disrupt the sweetness that lingered there.
10:00 – Back in the Prayer Room for Misty’s set. I am totally buzzing, not sure whether I want more to get up and run around the room with excitement, or hide behind my chair and weep for awhile. Either would be beautiful. My spirit feels more alive than it has in a good while. I think about the fact that this blog was sitting on my computer, waiting to be updated with the results of the briefing… Nah. It will wait for me.
And now here I am (much later) to actualy chronicle some of what happened. I won’t go into detail — some of it is for my journal’s eyes only, things I will not venture to trust to the internet — but let’s just say that God showed up. Boy, did He ever show up.
So many things were put into proper perspective for me… Things that had been giving me anxiety just before the meeting no longer seemed like such a big deal. I didn’t care how packed with people our little Prayer Room was tonight. There was some guy pacing right in front of my table, “making a joyful noise unto the Lord” (let the reader understand), and it didn’t faze me at all. I didn’t have to work not to be distracted. I feel a little bit of what I felt when I first showed up a little more than three years ago, not quite eighteen years old, passionate about knowing God more and thrilled beyond words about spending six hours a night in the Prayer Room to seek His face.
I don’t know about my interns yet, but I’m absolutely hooked on this half hour prep time. Friday at 9:30 just shot to the top of my “favorite meetings of the week” list.
It may work out that it’s not quite this mind-blowingly glorious every week — but it truthfully doesn’t matter to me right now. I love how God rewards our weak steps towards Him. He is such a great leader, and truly is so gentle with our hearts. I love the way He loves me.