There was a man sent from God...whose name was John.
The man from Hartselle, Alabama came to church again last night. Really!
His name is John.
After stopping me in the Wiregrass Shops and giving me that word from God for my husband and I and our church he went back to Alabama, but this week he's back for a special family event in Tampa. He decided to come to Celebration last night and I was so glad to see him. It's our annual week of prayer. I asked him to come up and open the service with a prayer of freedom/victory/blessing over the church, and I told him about this past Sunday. I shared that already the word was coming to fruition -- new freedom in the house, obstacles removed, etc. He came up to the front to begin to pray the prayer and he just let loose. I mean, he let out a shout of victory that if the people weren't already awake...well, they were then. :) It was awesome.
We had a dynamic prayer service and our friend from Alabama was thoroughly a part of it. We also got a chance to talk for a few minutes afterward and I thanked him again for being faithful to give the word. He was so blessed to know what a difference it's made.
Last night we went out after church with a few friends and just marveled at the goodness of God. Love it when Daddy God shows me, "I got your back, girl..."