Now, just as the prophet Ezekiel called forth the winds of God in Ezekiel 37, we had called forth the winds of Gods Anointing, and that wind was blowing among us. We sensed it bore with it the same anointing that God once gave to the Moravian prayer warriors of the eighteenth century! When the wind died down, we waited. Was our mission complete? Was it over as quickly as it began? Somehow we all knew that God wasnt finished with us yet. We confirmed it later, but at the time we sensed that as a womam in the midst of giving birth, we were in a lull between contractions. Suddenly, we were hit spontaneously as one person with an even stronger spirit of travail, and a second wind began to roar across the valley and up the prayer tower mezzanine where we were positioned. I sensed that this second wind had brough a new wave of faith and anointing to fulfill a holy mandate to blow this spirit of prayer out into the nations. The Lost Art of Intercession. Jim W. Goll.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 13:38:42 +0000
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