Monday, 13 June 2016

Intercessory Missionaries 24/7

The other night I was laying in my bed and it was one of those Winter's cold nights in Cape Town. I find myself listening to Misty Edwards as she ministers to God through spontaneous song. The cold; Misty Edwards' worship just brings so many memories to life.

I am taken back to when I just finished with my high school career in 2010 and it was a really rough season in my life. I was so depressed and I literally enjoyed the thought of tapping into the dark world. Until a day came where a friend of mine at the time contacted me and helped me off from the road of a deep depression. She had shared her vision of what God was saying in that season and I got so excited that my heart was set on full time ministry. The very next year, 2011, I had started serving in Yeshua Ministry for a few months before I started working full time.

I have come to work with some of the faces I knew from before and some new faces on this extremely short full-time ministry journey. We had waken up early in the morning and had prayer watches using the Harp and Bowl method like those role modelled from the IHOP Kansas City prayer house. Boy did I enjoy this method of combining prayer and worship. It spoke my language, everything I was made up of. It was cold days like today where I would be fetched and we would go to the Yeshua Ministry base and pray, worship, dream, plan and go out and execute! Some days we would be three people fasting and praying, some days we would just be two.

I had lived out my heart during this time. With no finance to support, the Lord had provided. I was not concerned about the cares of this life, but just to be a lover of God and go out to serve His people.

We would have nights of heavy intercession against the powers of witchcraft and satanism. I had come alive! I was surrounded by people who spoke my language. We were a ministry of about 20 plus people who had the same mind, the same heart. We wanted to be unique and lovers of Him alone. We were not satisfied with the normal, we wanted to live in the supernatural lifestyles that can be accessed by pure, desperate vessels.

One day during a Friday night prayer watch I had been introduced to an uncommon style of worship. This was the day I had first heard the legendary Misty Edwards from Kansas City, USA. The songs I had heard were Soul Cry, Baptize my heart and As in the days of Noah. I was instantly hooked. Never had I heard worship so deep, so intimate before.

God had shown us secrets of His kingdom and of the next that He had not shown to people until years later. We were ahead of people, prophetically speaking. We were calling little children to arise and fight the good fight of faith. We had invaded people's homes and started revealing the works of darkness. We would go out and have crusades in the areas of those people we had invested in and many were added to the kingdom.

This was living life to the core. I enjoyed every moment of spiritual labour and creative thinking. It was God for the season and it was brilliant.

Tonight I am reminded of how I lived behind the face. How I operated in the unseen for hours everyday. Tonight I am missing those moments of living in His perfect will for my life.

Then later on in life I had met the people from Kleinplaas (Jericho Walls IPN) in the Northern Suburbs through sister Eleanore who basically would not give up for me to join her on an annual prayer school Jericho Walls International Prayer Network runs during the September/October school holidays. These people had lived the life of purity and surrender for many years. I had finally met intercessory missionaries.

I now am very certain, after many prophecies and ministry from the Lord, that I was made to be an intercessory missionary. I want to be just like Misty Edwards and serve in the Prayer House all the days of my life. How soon that happens is left for my Father to orchestrate.

Shalom.





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