The time is exhilarating. The ministry of the spirit is joy, it's tears, it's healing, it's alive with power. Now is where cynicism is either enforced or demolished. It all comes down to the heart of the individual. A hard heart refuses to yield, but they yielded heart discovers the mysteries of creation. The only thing that disappoints me is the 'staff' not entering in. It's the same everywhere, but if you've seen this a dozen times, one can become complacent. Lord let us find this so fresh and REfreshing each and every time. One very serious looking black guy wearing a security badge told Roland Baker not to pray for him because he had to work. I felt God's heart in that moment. I shook my head knowing what God was about to do. a second later the young man fell in a heap to the ground and there he stayed for some time. This time the Lord was merciful, and He taught the man a lesson I hope he does not forget. I would be more concerned if God had simply allowed the man to resist Him. His mercy is greater than His judgement.

Joy, joy, joy, it's the sign that God cares for His people enough to bring a belly laugh so hard it hurts. It's the promise, oil of joy for sorrow. God wants us to see Him, to see His heart, and His heart is GLAD. He wants us to be glad too. Tonight I cried for 3 hours non-stop. I just could not stop. God was breaking my heart. Breaking the world off my heart. It wasn't painful, it was gentle, but it was powerful. I walked away with crystalized steaks on my face and stains on my shirt. The washing machine will take care of that, but the stain on my heart, the one made by the blood of Jesus will never fade.

Barking, howling, passionate cries of repentance side by side with shout of exhalation. God meets people where they need, not where we want or expect. God knows us better than we know ourselves, and we can trust Him to touch us in the right way. Trust though is important. It can be hard to trust God. When you see God touching people in the strangest ways, and you can't feel even the presence of God in the house, it's even harder. What if this is not God but the evil one come to deceive us. But he comes to steal kill and destroy, not bring life and joy to the heart. This is God. We can trust Him.

Tonight Heidi spoke about the bride. Specifically about not criticizing the bride and searching out the bride and bringing her in. She gave a call to those called to full time missions. I went forward. My life is that of a soul winner to the world. I had been weeping the entire night anyway. I do not believe I've cried at more than any other time in my life. I have hear Heidi speak many times. This time was really no different. She is hands-down the most moving speaker I have ever heard. The heart of a true bond-servant of the Most High. Her message could not be more simple, or more profound. Love. Love. That's all. Love. That's SO MUCH. LOVE! The love of God for us. A love that has no boundaries. No boundaries. How can the human heart comprehend such a thing. Space surely has bounds. It's the finite creation of an infinite God. Love goes beyond the depths of the universe, known or unknown.

Soul winning. Nothing enraptures my heart more than winning the lost soul. Holding the hand of a hurting life and pointing them toward the cross, towards the throne. William and I plan to get out on the streets of LA this weekend. We're just going to go and see what God does. I have 2 ears to listen and one mouth to speak, and they belong to God to use as He sees fit. Tonight has been a recharge for this. I am impassioned. I am ruined for all but the Kingdom and His righteousness.

Here in the room there is talk of the presence of Angels. People simply do not want to leave. Right now there's 100, no, 200 at least, people that just don't care to leave. It's 11:31pm, people have commitments and responsibilities to the world, but their responsibility to their saviour overides all. There are people on the platform, people on the carpet, people layed out on seats, and the place is alive with worship. "The splendor of the King, robed in majesty, let all the earth rejoice, He wraps Himself in light, and darkness tries to hide, and trembles at His voice. How great is our God. All will sing, how great is our God." I can't help but stop writing and just worship. WIlliam has told me he wants to leave, but right now i just can't. Excuse me, I need to worship.....

Next day. Walking into a building and feeling the presence of God. Rick Joyner says, "you're as close to God as you want to be." It's true that God is close to every one of us, yet it is also true that God's manifest presence can be literally felt. It can raise the hairs on the back of your neck. I walked into the YWAM prayer chapel (Heidi Baker just literally crawled into the auditorium in front of me as I type this. She is lost in the spirit, worshipping God, Rocking as does the Jew when he worships.) for the very first time just last week. The presence of God there is exhilarating, I asked God, "Why are you here like this?" and He answered, "Just waiting to hang out with my kids." To be perfectly honest, I felt the presence of God more in that prayer chapel then I do here right now. I am lost for an explanation, but maybe it's because in the prayer chapel there was perfect stillness, and here right now there's so much going on.

This conference is certainly a great time of God impacting my heart and ruining me even more for His Kingdom.