The International House of Prayer is an all-day, all-night prayer room. I have been a few times now.
One night of prayer is etched in my mind. I was on my knees, in tears.
I had prayed for everybody and everything I could think of. The Holy Spirit whispered: Elise, what do you want?
And I couldn't answer. I had no idea what to pray for myself.
It's been months since then and I still do not know what to pray.
What do I want... what do I want? Last night I wrestled with the question.
I want to be found I said. Lord, find me.
Is that a prayer? And what does that even mean?
Gah! Lord you've done it again!
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