It’s been several weeks of Sunday’s, and I am exhausted.
Sunday Night Services
The Holy Spirit had instructed us, at Seaview Garden’s New Testament Church of God, to keep tarrying service, on Sunday nights, for five weeks until mid December. The first night was power packed, souls laid prostrate at the altar, others seeking Jesus with fervor and even when we were in the car park, the presence of God was upon us. We were hollering praises to stars, if they could hear us.
God had put a word in my spirit, while in the service, and I didn’t release it. But when I got the car park, I attempted to get in my car and the Spirit gripped my innards, I could hardly breathe. With intercession, I was able to give the word in the car park, where saints were full speed into praising God.
He gave me a word of prophecy for several people and the more we tried to quell the Holy Spirit, the more people rejoiced. There were saints walking down lanes and avenues speaking in tongues and rejoicing.
Good be praised.
The following week, the Holy Spirit kept His appointment. During the week, God was communing with me and the Holy Spirit was talking to me about deliverance. That Sunday night more people were rocked by the power of God and found hope for another day. Again the Spirit was waiting to seize us in the car park and we left rejoicing.
The third Sunday night was one of intense rejoicing. I found myself dancing and praising God, it was sweet. The presence of God was so heavy. I couldn’t stand and found myself on the floor, bowed low before my Savior’s feet. Tears ran down my face like school children on Friday evening, when the bell rings. That night, again the Word went forth and God was faithful.
Sometimes things come up and you get into a frenzy about how to juggle the balls you already have in your hand. That was week four. I had an invite to an event, which promised to be a date with destiny. But I was mindful of my obligations to my church and Bishop. The Holy Spirit provided guidance, so I sought permission from my Pastor with the promise to be back as soon as I could.
The ‘Heal the Land’ single release or launch was a blessing. Jermaine Gordon’s song had the right ingredients to bring renewal to Jamaica. His team and he, emphasized worship and God was exalted. I am happy to say that God will work through him, as long as he humbles himself, to the will of Jehovah, to spread a fresh sound out of Jamaica.
At church that night, I could hardly but keep quiet in the house of God. His presence was tangible and I found myself running – or speed walking 😉 – around the sanctuary. I couldn’t sit until I made 7 laps, and the Holy Spirit had me release a word. I am truly thankful for the spiritual maturity of my Bishop who knew and allowed the Holy Spirit to have his way, even if he was about to start his sermon. Such wisdom and obedience is lacking in many churches. But, I thank God when he shifted me, and gave me my present assignment under the headship of Bishop Ryan Reddie.
The Physical Rigors
The Lord has been showing me how tired my Pastor was for many weeks now and I interceded on his behalf as the Holy Spirit directed. But I think, he is giving me more than just a peripheral understanding of what he goes through.
Last week Monday, I was drained. I felt like my energy was leeched. My eyes felt like someone dumped a pan of sand in it and I couldn’t function to work until 7 p.m., thank God for a stay at home job with flexible hours.
At home, after the first Sunday tarrying service, I had sprained my finger and my feet hurt. When I hit my bed that night I asked Abba to heal my body. I shut out the pain in my pinkie and foot bottom and surrendered to the sweet tides of nocturnal rest. Needless to say, I woke the next day with no pain in my feet and minimal aches in my finger.
The following Sunday night when I got home, my feet hurt less than before. I was resolved to buy a flat comfortable shoes, which allowed me to move freely without pains after ministering at the altar. I got the shoes on sale at Payless for 60% off, so I knew God was looking out for even my wardrobe and achy feet.
Now, I lie here – sharing my story with you – with only an achy big toe and tiredness lurking in the shadows. I dread how I will feel tomorrow because, today I felt the exhaustion before I even woke this morning after just 5 hours of sleep.
I have come to – again – experience the different level of tiredness one experiences after doing spiritual intercession, prayer, ministry or warfare. A few years ago, I learnt that the best way to deal with this is by fasting and praying as much as you can, so that your spirit man is stronger as you die to the flesh.
For most part of a Sunday, I am fasting or eating very little. This is more so with help from Almighty God, as I don’t crave food then and there is a focus and communing that happens. I try not to have any distractions – my work, my shows, social media – on Sunday so that I can be willing, available and in tune with the Holy Spirit.
I have also again seen whereby God shows up and keeps his appointment with His people, so long as you are faithful and obedient; that you keep your appointment with Him. Each and every night of the services, the Holy Spirit was tangibly present. He manifested through his people and delivered those who yielded to Him.
I share my story with you, to encourage you and to invite you to share your story, encouragement or spiritual advice as well.
And yes, I invite you to come and worship with us at Seaview Garden’s New Testament Church of God. We would be happy to have you for 10:00 a.m. and 6:30 p.m. service on a Sunday.
May Jehovah bless you, greatly.
By: Denise N. Fyffe
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