Category: Lost in Prayer

Learning about prayer, Father’s compassion, love and grace, while prayer-trekking through New Zealand
The first thing and the last, that I learned about Jesus, while wearing the full armour of Ephesians 6, a backpack, a tent, food for 10 days, 40 SMS prayer partners, a little yellow guitar, a map, a pair of worn-out shoes and a scimpy little cap, childlike faith and just enough crazyness to step outside the box, was that He walked with me from the start of this life-changing adventure AND He was also waiting for me at the end …
Read about my struggle coming to terms with forgiveness and how Father cancelled my fear of heights, my low self-worth, and how, suddenly,
without any warning and unannounced, I caught sight of bright flames and huge figures walking alongside me …

Push-over pass-over prayer-walk

God spoke prophetically through Matthew, a young man, who cannot walk or talk. Matthew had two energetic and fit helpers to assist him on a journey between two oceans. As we were going up One-Tree-Hill, the front left wheel on…

Love more prayer-walk

After a church meeting yesterday, I walked back and talked to God about understanding Him as a Father to me. This week I was reflecting on biblical references of how much God actually cares for us and loves us. As…

Grace to forgive prayer-walk

On a morning prayer-walk, I was praying for motorists as they were passing by. As usual, this was done in an inconspicuous way. It is about 2 months now since the Holy Spirit started prompting me to be sensitive while…

Rider on the white horse

Early one morning I set out for a long day’s prayer-walking. Filled with much enthusiasm I haven’t even walked a kilometre, before feeling an urge in my heart to pray for something specific. I was passing close to a Buddhist…

Lost in prayer

A few times, as I was prayer-walking, I lost track of where I was heading and would find myself being lost. I can only describe it as getting “Lost in prayer”. This meant I didn’t manage to finish all the…

Divine appointments

A wide spectrum of people – from the very poor to the very rich offered me a bed for a night to stay and oh, how I was humbled and stretched by the conversations and times of praying together. On…

Finding God in the crazy

The church and the pub Something in a small town made a lasting impression on me. In the busy main street I noticed a church and a pub right next to each other. The entrance to the church was right…

How I challenged God

A few weeks after embarking on the 60-day prayer-walk through New Zealand, I tented at Pelorus Bridge … in ice cold pouring rain. That chilly Sunday night I was certainly not in a comfortable place. I managed to find a…