Around a year and a half ago a few of my friends put on this thing simply called “Worship Night”. Since then we’ve watched it grow into this amazing community of people. It’s gotten an official name: Grace House. And they’ve hosted 6 other worship night events and different prayer nights since. I’m pretty sure the attendance at each of the worship nights has probably quadrupled since the beginning. Going from worshiping in Zoey’s living room stuffed to the brim to different venues around the Twin Cities where hundreds of people gather to celebrate and worship our Father is nothing short of incredible. On Tuesday they hosted the seventh Worship Night. Which was easily the best one yet, but I’ll get back to that…

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At North Summit Church the series for the month of October was focusing on Spiritual Warfare. This was something I knew very little about. I knew it existed, but I didn’t necessarily know what it was. On Halloween, we had a get together at the church to talk about spiritual warfare and share testimonies. A lot of the people at my church have experienced spiritual warfare firsthand. Hearing their stories and their testimonies was eye opening. (By the way, so lucky to call these people family) Going home that night was the first time in a  while that I felt some sort of presence. I’ve experienced things like that before but always wrote it off as paranoia. After talking to one of North Summit’s leaders about it, I realized what exactly that meant. Now I was experiencing spiritual warfare.

Okay, back to Tuesday. About half way through worship at the Grace House event I wasn’t feeling anything. I couldn’t let go and give it all to Jesus and in all honesty, that freaked me out a bit. I wanted to, but it just wasn’t happening. Since I was standing up at the front, I turned around and walked to the back, hoping to find someone that could pray for me. I saw one of the prayer people but couldn’t bring myself to walk over. I just stood there. We started singing Broken Vessels (Amazing Grace) and I tried my best to focus on it.

Amazing Grace

How Sweet the Sound

That Saved a Wretch Like Me

All of a sudden I lost it. I started crying and I felt this peace wash over me. I was able to give all of myself to Jesus for the first time all night. I don’t really have words to describe how incredible that felt. I was changed. For those 10 minutes or so of that song nothing was holding me back. God was speaking to me and I could hear for the first time in a long time. I could see clearly without anything holding me back, even if it was only for a few minutes

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click image for livestream (Broken Vessels starts at roughly the 1 hour mark)

Fast forward to this morning. I was running a little late to church (whoops) and when I got there, service had already started. The walls of the church aren’t exactly sound proof, so when I got out of my car I could hear everything that was going on inside.

Amazing Grace

How Sweet the Sound

That Saved a Wretch Like Me

They were singing Broken Vessels.

I’ve got a pretty good feeling this song is gonna stick with me for a while…

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Today during the sermon we were talking about how to overcome Spiritual Warfare. We talked about the “breastplate of righteousness” from Ephesians 6:14 and I felt this almost overwhelming feeling of something not so nice sitting pretty much directly on top of me. I know now how to defeat it, so I know this evil is going to fight hard these next couple weeks, but there’s no way I’m letting it win. My God is going to protect me. I just have to put His armor on and let Him do the rest. I’m so incredibly blessed to be a child of God.

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