Tonight marks a week of being back in California. To be honest, it feels like I’ve been back a lot longer than that. Not to mention, the week has certainly been a challenging one.
In addition to being my one-week mark, tonight was also the first singspo of the semester. I was really looking forward to the straight hour of worship music.
The first song hadn’t even started before the floodgates in my eyes threatened to burst. About halfway through my time there they did just that. Sitting on the floor, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. A few minutes later a girl’s voice asked if she could pray for me. I nodded my head, and she did just that.
The tears racing down my cheeks slowed, and she told me that if I wanted more prayer she would be standing not too far from me. I thanked her.
I was so struck by this act. The body of Christ is amazing, and I love being able to see it in action. What a community we have here.
She’s the first person to have prayed for me since I’ve been here.
And she doesn’t even know me.
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