The Calling

Continued from last post...
I was typing away on my novel on a Friday night, 11/27/2009, while listening to a live web-stream from the International House of Prayer in Kansas City. My mind wasn't on God per say, but the feeling came to me that I should pray. So I half heartedly complied while still plugging away on my book.
Then God suddenly hit me like a sack of bricks. I started to weep in the deepest way that I have ever experienced. During this I realized that God was up to something but I didn't know what. Wave after wave of the Holy Spirit relentlessly washed over me in the most beautiful manner. As I violently cried, the lyrics from Misty Edwards' prophetic worship set, that was playing on the live web-stream, seared into my soul and spirit. She was stating, 'Take a walk of faith. Take a walk of faith.' Over and over and over again, she proclaimed this; and these words completely transformed the inner works of my being.
About halfway through this encounter I knew what God was calling me to do. He was calling me to walk through the Middle East with my father. As soon as this realization struck me I began to weep with a renewed onslaught. This time I was mercilessly torn on the inside, that I would be leaving my wife behind for a little less than a year. I was in anguish for her, and didn't want to hurt her with this decision. She was in the adjacent room, and at this time figured out that something was haywire in the kitchen. She came into the room to console me and to ask why I was weeping and mourning.
When she came up to me she held me while I uncontrollably cried. She didn't know what was happening, and all I could say was how much I loved her and that how sorry I was. This was all that I could say.
Then, something I haven't told anyone yet, an inner ferocity came into me as I cried. I felt like a spiritual lion that was going to rip the principalities of darkness to shreds for Christ. I opened my mouth and while I didn't say anything in the physical, I could feel my spirit screaming for all that it was worth; and I wanted to demolish Satan and his hordes. I was being sent to ravish his lands for Christ, and to shine Christ's light in the darkest regions of the earth.
Then about half an hour later the experience stopped as suddenly as it had began. At this time Trisha had figured out what was happening, and when the anointing subsided from me she too began to uncontrollably weep. Her sorrow lasted for about the same length of time that it had with me. She was gripped by tremendous amounts of fear and anxiety. She didn't want to be left alone. At this time her mother also came into the room, and it was our turn to console Trisha.
The stronghold of fear was dealt a strong blow that night as Trisha and myself committed ourselves to obey God's calling. She released me to go; and I dedicated myself to follow God by going. The Lord's kingdom was victorious by the undying love of His children amidst a sea of anguish.