I went to the prep rooms today. For those of you not accustomed to IHOP lingo, it’s one of the side rooms off of the main Prayer Room (GOD TV room). From nine a.m. to ten a.m. every morning, people meet there to speak in tongues for an hour.

Let me give you a little bit of history. Speaking in tongues broke out during the Pentecost in Acts, its a way to commune with the Holy Spirit inside of you. It’s supposed to tenderize your heart and your soul so that God can come in and do His will. most of the time, it sounds like babbling or sometimes, it’s a legit other language that your flesh doesn’t know. Like German or Japanese. You usually don’t know what you’re saying because your spirit is in communicating without passing that information through your mind. People refer to it as “speaking mysteries to God.”

I feel like speaking in tongues is a way to say exactly what I need to, to God, without my mind getting in the way and screwing things up. But I generally don’t speak in tongues because it’s overwhelming for me. My Inner Man swells to the point of disconfort. My flash and my Inner man get the fighting and well…imagine how uncomfortable that is.

But I went. By the end of the hour, I was happy and refreshed. But also so overwhelminingly hungry for God. Starving. I want to be literally savage for the Lord. I remember something Corey Russell said yesterday in Burn class. It was about how when he says savage, he thinks of people in third world countries. Airplanes fly over head and drop off bundles of food. when they hit the ground, everyone comes running and in that moment they lose their morals. They fight for the food, they’d even kill for it. I want to be so hungry for the Lord, that I’ll do whatever it takes, I never want to be satisfied.

God, give me joy in You.