“Come. All those who feel burden, come and let the Father refresh you.” He said.
I felt the tug, the desire for prayer. But I refused it.
I didn’t want to go forward. Even though, my heart and soul ached to receive prayer.
Frankly, ‘going forward’ is not a particular favorite of mine. At least not always.
I stayed in my seat. Standing, eventually.
I told the Lord, I wouldn’t go unless I was noticed.
The preacher would have to notice and come for me – if the Lord truly wanted to speak to me.
And sure enough, when I least expected it – as my eyes lay closed – I felt a hand take mine and pull me forward.
I was brought to the front. I was prophesied over. I was brought to tears.
The Lord noticed
my stubborn little self.