A Rude Awakening

This morning I rose just in time for the morning prayer with my house-mates. I live in the attic. On the floor in my room is a door that openes to a set of stairs that takes you to the rest of the flat. Like every other morning I opened the door and set my foot down on the first step to head to the prayer meeting. It's all kind of a blur from there. All I remember is falling backwards and watching my bible fly through the air. I twisted and bumped and banged backwards down the stairs until my head hit the hard wood floor at the bottom, with my legs twisted up inbetween the stairs. I laid there for quite a while because I just wasn't sure if I could move or if I should move. After whipmering on the floor for a bit my roommate helped me get onto the couch and put ice on my poor leggins. I am bruised in every possible place...even my toes. And I have never seen such black ones before... wierd!

I was sitting on the couch trying to figure out what happened and noticed my bible lying open on the floor. Sanne, my sweet roomie, picked it up and on the page it was opened to I had previously underlined the scripture where God tells Moses, "My arm is not too short to save." Hmm... Could it have been just a bit longer to save me from that fall? ;) If he wanted to tell me something, did he have to get my attention that way? On the opposite page I had underlined Gods instructions to the Isrealites about sending the trumpeters first into battle.

Since arriving in Dresden I have been diligently asking God for direction in starting prayer and worship gatherings and helping to work towards 24/7 prayer. Last week God really started speaking to me about this. Or rather, I probably just started listening. This weekend I wrote it in stone that Monday and Tuesdays nights were going to be the Lord's and that I would invite people to come and pray and worship in our prayer room... no other agenda but to spend time with Jesus. And that I would show up and stay even if it's only Jesus and me. The past few days since have been so crazy. Satan definately has his radar out and caught sight of this idea to gather people together to spend time with Jesus and he was going to just put a stop to it. But Jesus is so much bigger than that. I have been battling many things as I prepare these times of worship, and the Word that opened up to me as a result of the rude awakening down the stairs this morning spoke directly to me. His arm is not too short to save us from the plans of the enemy who comes to steal our efforts to bring glory to Jesus. And the way we fight is with worship. That's battle. Through worship we cut into the enemies plans, break strongholds and tear down defenses.

It kind of stinks that I had to fall down a flight of stairs backwards to be reminded of this timely truth but hey, I guess it worked didn't it! :)

ps... I had the first Monday night prayer last night. It was Jesus and me. It was GREAT! Tonight there were three of us! Praise God. He is so good.

pss.... As William Booth of the Salvation Army wrote:

While women weep as they do now, I'll fight; while little children go hungry as they do now, I'll fight; while men go to prison, in and out, in and out, I'll fight; while there is a poor little lost girl upon the street, I'll fight; while there yet remains one dark soul without the light of God, I'll fight - I'll fight to the very end!