The last month had been a challenging one. During prayer, it seemed I had to fight to focus on the Lord. There was so much going on, so many world-changing events happening so soon, it was hard to still my thoughts. Every small open door seemed to bring attack after attack. I’d close one and have a few days of peace, only to have something else hit me.
When my husband suggested going hunting at the cabin, I thought I’d have extra prayer time to reconnect with the Lord while he went deer hunting. The remote location didn’t help to still my thoughts; I still struggled to see the Lord clearly.
A gentle nudge from the Holy Spirit led me to pray in the heavenly language in between singing praises and silent meditation. I did this for two days with no appreciable results. Then, on the third day after I prayed in the heavenly language, I found myself dancing with the Lord in the Secret Place.