I blogged previously about this strange prayer adventure that the Lord has called me to.

I find myself praying several times a day for the rain and for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. I remain convinced that the Holy Spirit wants to teach me more and more about the life of prayer, so that while this is a special season it will also carry life long learning for me.

Last night I found myself unable to sleep. I was feeling a little out of sorts, not really wanting to pray or do anything much, and just a little on the edge of grumpiness.

So at 1:19 am I dragged myself out of bed. I grabbed a book to read in the lounge room although I suspected I would be praying rather than reading.

As I entered the lounge room, all thought of reading left my head. I began to pray- reluctantly. It was almost as if I were being dragged into prayer. Or maybe the part of me that was resisting was overwhelmed by the real part of me that loves God's presence.

I started with confessing my sin and confessing God's love for me. It's not my worthiness that makes me acceptable to God, but His acceptance of me makes me worthy.

I went on to  intercede for the town for rain and for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit that will bring revival.

What started as a reluctant prayer became glorious in the presence of God.

Finally, I felt in my spirit that the night's prayer was complete and I went back to bed. The time was 2:20. That hour went by so fast!

On Monday the Lord brought to us a Catholic lady who is disenchanted with the church yet knows in her heart that Jesus is Lord. Margaret had a long talk with her about the difference between religion and faith. As this lady was leaving a pastor couple came in. They have been facing demonic opposition in their church, although they are not used to seeing things in spiritual terms. We were able to encourage them and pray with them.

I believe that this is a part of the process that the Lord is leading us through as He preapres us for the outpouring of the Spirit.