In prayer, I recently saw a vast army of men and women, standing regal and confident, awaiting their marching orders. Yet they appeared more like kings, queens and priests than I anticipated. Their nobility was a badge of honor. Their faces shined brightly, reflecting the very glory of God, filled with yearning as their hearts burned with a passion for more of Him. Their countenance literally caused me to shudder and shake, because they carried the authority of heaven. Every word they spoke was anointed and carried a holy presence that could not be denied.
In prayer, I recently saw a vast army of men and women, standing regal and confident, awaiting their marching orders. Yet they appeared more like kings, queens and priests than I anticipated. Their nobility was a badge of honor. Their faces shined brightly, reflecting the very glory of God, filled with yearning as their hearts burned with a passion for more of Him. Their countenance literally caused me to shudder and shake, because they carried the authority of heaven. Every word they spoke was anointed and carried a holy presence that could not be denied. 
