Prayer Room

I spent four days at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City this month. I was powerfully encountered at the Thursday awakening service. God healed me and affirmed His love for me. The awakening service was intense; however, I believe I will miss the prayer room the most.
I have attended four One Thing Conferences in my life. I also attended The Call Nashville and The Call Washington DC. I am accustomed to large prayer gatherings.
But, I realize I miss the intimate, constant presence afforded to me in the prayer room more than big meetings. Conferences and awakening services are wonderful, but nothing compares to the simplicity of the prayer room.
I sat in my chair, read my bible, and sang spontaneous choruses with the worship team. I was home. I was where I belonged. I was doing what I was made to do.
It is easy to latch onto the hype of revival. It is tempting to experience the power and never dedicate yourself to a sold-out prayer life. But, I am realizing I can do without the hype. All I really want to do is sit at His feet and listen to His whisper.