Ever since I got back from IHOP-KC yesterday, I’ve been trying to figure out what to write here.

Should I say that I was completly entranced and enraptured by God?

That Satan came after me so hard that at times I felt like I would faint?

That I realized I have no idea at all of the person that I am?

They would all be valid points but none of them are the ones I’m trying to make. I was lucky enough to go through the hardest part of my journey with a group of people that I love wholeheartedily. All this time I felt like I was alone with running after God so hard. But there’s this amazing group of people who desire to know him just as much as I do. It’s amazing and strangely edifying. The last 5 days have been the most interesting ones of my life.

I may have completely shirked some of the responsibilities that God has bestowed upon me, but in my failure I grew. I may have been earnestly attacked by Satan but I learned my power against him. I may have had some of the scariest visions I’ve ever experienced but I saw the purpose at the end of this dark road.

It was the worst weekend of my life. But it’s the most important lesson I’ve ever learned.