But I’m coming to see that it’s not a matter of time. Because there is no “my” time; there is only His time. What I’m really balking at is giving up control – of how I spend that time (whosever it is).

Example: Tomorrow there's a special call to prayer for those of us who have been praying for Boston, at Lion of Judah, from 9:00 until 12:00. It takes close to an hour to drive there, and another to drive home – five hours out of the middle of a deadlined work-day. In the natural, I have ample excuse not to attend. But in the supernatural, where those of us with a heart for Revival are supposed to be living. . . I asked God, if He wanted me to go. He did.

And what about the day after tomorrow? That’s Wednesday, the Noon Hour. But it’s also the day that the State Legislature decides whether it’s going to vote on putting the marriage amendment on the ballot. If they do vote, this will be the tipping point towards which all of our prayers have been focused for the past three years. Kris Mineau, the head of Vote on Marriage, has asked everyone to be there, who can possibly come. The doors open at 8:00.

In the natural, I say, Whoa! Enough is enough! We’ll pray for that bunch at the Noon Hour. But in the supernatural. . . But I asked God, and guess what? Enough is not enough. So we'll go early and be prepared to stay late.

This coming Sunday late afternoon and evening, there's another event at the Statehouse (a miracle, as that venue has never been available for such a convocation). “A Time to Bless Israel” [see attached flyer] will be a demonstration of solidarity with a land and a people who need all the encouragement and prayer support we can give them, just now.

My natural reaction? No way! Sunday afternoon is my time, the only time all week to just kick back and relax! Besides, it’s Mother’s Day; no one will come. But in the supernatural. . . well, I asked God (as I hope you will, now, and pass this along to whomever).

Once I knew I was going, I wrote a poem about it.