There is a moment in Mark’s Gospel that I have been thinking about lately. The disciples had just returned from the work Jesus had sent them out to do. They had been preaching, ministering, and seeing God move. But when they returned, the crowds were still there. Scripture says there were so many people coming and going that Jesus and the disciples didn't even have time to eat. I think a lot of us know what that feels like. Maybe not crowds following us around, but the feelin

There was a season when my early mornings were pretty intense. I had my prayer lists. I prayed spiritual warfare out loud. I spent time binding and loosing and praying over everything I could think of. At the time, I believed that was what I was supposed to be doing. I was sincere about it. But if I'm truthful, sometimes I finished those mornings more tired than when I started. Then the Lord began teaching me something about surrender. Some of that came through the words of s

Come with me for a moment into the stillness. Before the rushing wind, before the tongues of fire, before three thousand were added in a single day, there was a quiet room and a simple command: wait. Jesus told His disciples, “Do not depart from Jerusalem, but wait for the Promise of the Father… You shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you” (Acts 1:4, 8 NKJV) They obeyed. They gathered in the upper room, continued with one accord in prayer and supplication,