prayer night

Prayer night tonight. *sigh.*
The other night I prayed by myself in a dark room upstairs in the church building right before SNA. It was amazing. I had forgotten how much I loved to pray like that. It's been a while since I've been to Isaac's prayer night in 130 Smith -- a lecture hall. We used to walk up and down the stairs, lay on the floor, stand in the front, sit in the back...do anything we wanted while we were praying. Isaac would start us out, and boy, were his prayers powerful and with authority! I'm not saying that other people's prayers arn't as powerful, but this guy was a sweet pray-er.
Oh, and how we would pray! We prayed for the campus, we prayed for the students, the profs, the faculty... Oh, it was amazing. I remember one night near the beginning of my experiences at Isaac's prayer nights, I was spiritually healed. It was by the grace of God alone that I was healed. I had been going through a spiritual depression for more than a year...it had gotten to the point that I actually thought I was clinically depressed. Mom was worried about me.
I went to prayer night reluctantly. A good friend and mentor took me there. I sat down, unable to pray silently, let alone out loud. I was depressed. I was upset. I had been trying and trying to get close to God, but it didn't seem to be working. I had had a difficult summer, and I had thought that going back to school would make things better. It did a little, but not much. I did not want to live this way.
A good friend of mine, and a man I now recognize as a spiritual leader, sat down next to me. He had never really talked to me or acknowledged my existance. Now he was asking me what was wrong. I had trouble telling him. Finally, all I could say was, "I'm struggling in my faith."
And he prayed for me. Oh, how he prayed with power and authority. I could literally sense all the black stuff, the sin and the pain and the guilt that was holding me back from having real freedom in Christ leave. My heart was washed clean, my guilt and pain was gone, and I was renewed.
I was so happy. No--joyful. I cannot express the joy I felt. God loved me! God wanted to be close to me! I felt so good. I felt so free. God is good.
Things like that should happen at prayer nights.
A few things like that have happened to me since, but not as dramatic or life changing. God is a powerful God. He is so good, and wishes to give us things. All we have to do is ask.
So...prayer night tonight. I know that God can move like he did 2 years ago at Isaac's. He is not limited one bit.