Yesterday morning as I opened the prayer room, I walked back to the kitchen area to make some prayer fuel (coffee) and as I turned back to the main prayer room, there was this sweet gentleman standing there. “I stop by every Friday morning, but no one is ever here! I am so glad you are here ! I need some prayer 1”
This sweet fella was disabled, rides the bus himself and was feeling so stressed over some things going on in his life. We prayed. And then He stayed. When he was getting up to go meet his bus he told me – you know if you were open more, you could pray with more people. We (so there are many others) stop by here while waiting for the bus, but the room is always closed?
I am working on that I told him honestly, and asked him to pray for laborers to come and stand in the gate to pray.
My heart sank a little as I feel the burden of having this amazing prayer room, and not enough laborers or staff or prayer missionaries to keep the doors open.
It happen again. Last night.
Brian and I were in praying for the city, nation, families, marriages, soaking in the word, when in walks this beautiful woman and she stops just inside the door. She turns looks at some of our cards laying there, turns again towards me, and I get up and ask her “did you want some information and do you need help with anything?”
She looks at me and tells me some of the story of her life, how her daughter has come to the prayer room and told her mom that she needs to come. But every time they stop by, no one is ever there. Tonight -” I just saw the lights on and I don’t know why I really came in, but I felt like I just wanted to see.”
We began to talk, cry and pray. God really moved on both of us as we just offered up our lives to him, she was searching and God was giving
It was such a beautiful time, but again after she left, my heart felt heavy again. So many keep coming to receive prayer, and we don’t have enough help to keep the doors open.
So to be honest I am trying not to be frustrated, but twice in one day, people who are hurting and searching are coming the prayer room on duke street, to find God and peace and someone just to love on them. These aren’t going to go to a huge event and the old model of street evangelism isn’t working – so my heart is begging God – where are the laborers?
So I am asking you; where are the laborers?

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