Kids...

today some of the kids wanted to pray for me. They apparently learned how to bring the anointing of God onto people... (that's what they said). These little preschool-maybe 2nd graders wanted to pray for me. They were so excited. I had a lot of doubt over them. I mean, they were fun kids to hang out with after church and called me names like hyena, or cheeta because of my hair, but this just seemed like another one of their games. I was in no mood for a fun version of prayer ministry.

However, they really wanted to pray for me... and how can you really say no to prayer, feined or not?

So, they got in a circle around me upstairs. They told someone to stand behind in case i fell. I was like.. yeah right. Then they told me not to fake falling. I was thinking in my head- please let this be over...

Then they started praying. The voices changed from little kids's voices to intercessors's cries. They asked for more power, more anointing... and there was power in their voices.

the next thing i knew i was on the floor.

That was a humbling and interesting experience. i've heard about kids being trained to pray at a young age... but i always thought it was in some super church... yet there i was on the ground- not forced or pushed or faked... just in laughing in awe.
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