Last night my service team was released to have a Holy Spirit night. We prayed in tongues, worshiped in spirit and in truth, that alone was awesome, a time set aside to be with God that you can't always manage on that level in the every day business of life.
But the best bit was our leaders prayed and prophesised over us.
God used the leaders who prayed over me amazingly to speak to my heart, to my dreams and my situations so specifically - and these leaders didn't know me very well. One I had never seen before, but God had given her an amazing discernment to speak over some things I had been asking God. I received so much; God only ever has good thoughts to us, continually. How wonderful to be reminded. God showed me that (again...) I have been trying to live on 'yesterdays manna', when He has fresh manna for me, that I need every day. How far we try to go on God's good blessing, when He wants us to stop to give us more! How amazing is that? And storing it up makes it go stale, we need to eat it!
One thing pertinent to depression I will note here. A dear, dear Pastor that I love and admire prayed over me, reminding God and me that He has promised to restore the years the locust have eaten (Joel 2:25), that He gave me the Oil of Joy for mourning, and something I hadn't really considered very deeply before: Beauty for ashes.
Beauty for ashes. I'm not a wrung out recoveree of depression. My life is beautiful. THAT, is how I am going to live today.
