The Beginning

So, it all began on Saturday, 07/18/2009. I was at the annual Omega Team conference, and during a prophetic ministry time I was kneeling by my chair and soaking in God's presence. The lines of people waiting for ministry were sizable so I had decided to press in by myself until the lines reached their ends.
During this time is when the Holy Spirit hit me like a sack of bricks. I started weeping and snotting all over the place. The sobs were deep sobs, very deep, not at all like the joyful tears during an anointed worship time at church, or during personal devotional times; it was like my spirit was crying with my soul, and throughout the experience my mind didn't have a clue on what was happening other than God was clearly up to something.
The experience lasted about ten minutes and then stopped as suddenly as it had begun. At this time one thought entered into my confused mind. It was a thought that I had never entertained before, or had ever prayed about, or had any desire whatsoever to do; the thought was, 'Will you walk across the Middle East with dad if God calls you to?'.
I immediately said, "Of course; but God has to call me first." I would do anything for the Lord; but something of this magnitude would have to be from the Lord, not from my own mind. This was the mentality that I held onto throughout the months to come. With everything I wanted to place wisdom above passion; and I wanted to obey God, not my untrustworthy feelings and emotions. So a new question posed itself; was this God's voice calling me, or was I flirting with a deceptive path that would forever change my life?
Tomorrow I'll post the proceeding choices that I followed in order to distinguish the Lord's voice from my own. Talk to you then!