every week, my friend hosts a prayer night at her home.
she's invited some of her students and friends
encouraging them to intercede for the lost in their city.
prayer requests were shared,
translating happened (for my sake).
then we got to business.
we each prayed as the Spirit led,
each in our heart language.
the Holy Spirit moved.
i love praying/worshiping with people in different languages.
it reminds me that God created and understands each language,
and that He desires to and will be worshiped by all tongues.
this is exciting!
the Lord is calling all people to Himself
and every tribe, tongue, and nation will be represented
in the throne room of the Most Holy.
i felt like a got a very, very small glimpse of what that will be like.
and that, my friends, is something to be thankful for.
"After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude
that no one could number, from every nation,
from all tribes and peoples and languages,
standing before the throne and before the Lamb,
clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands,
and crying out with a loud voice,
'Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb!'"