Postal Heartbeat

I just happened to be in the Emirates Post Office the other night.  For those who are familiar w/my amazon addiction, you know of my numerous p.o. box visits. I was at the check-out counter and this pakistani man walked up to the counter.  I immediately felt drawn to Him by Holy Spirit.  His appearance was clean, younger in age, and his face was emotionless.  He had come to pick up a package and was standing next to me, waiting his turn.  His eyes immediately caught mine.  I felt this immense sadness pour over me.  Lately this has been happening a lot to me. At times, its almost too hard to bare.  I know that Holy Spirit was highlighting him to me.  The postal worker spoke to him and called him by name.  He then proceeded to give him a package.  As he handed the package to him, the young pakistani man glanced at me again.  Again, I felt this immense sadness pour through every square inch of my body & pierce my heart.  I felt a sense of despair.  A sense of hopelessness.  I knew immediately that I was feeling what this man was going through.  I couldn't contain myself and I actually 'owed' in the Spirit.  The tears began to flow down my cheeks.  I felt a weep deep within.  I felt the depths of whatever it was that he was going through at the time.  The two postal workers behind the counter looked at me looking at him.  As the young pakistani man walked out of the post office, I was left behind with sorrow.  As tears rolled down my cheeks, the postal worker proceeded to help me as if nothing was going on.  As I walked out of the post office that night, I began to pray for this young man.  Somehow I knew what to pray for.   At times, I don't understand the depths of sorrow that I feel for some but I know that I am not to continue holding it.  God releases to his children gifts of discernment, so we may pray change into existence.  He doesn't want us to carry the sorrow or burden but He wants us to take partnership with Him into releasing freedom to the prisoners, the bound, and the broken hearted.  He gives us the burden to give back to Him, and in doing this releases freedom to the captives.  He wants us to take part in His Heartbeat.  

World Flags

 Random prayer walk in the cool of the night.
Walking down the street praying for businesses.
A short prayer for each light up sign.
Praying for people.
Praying for families.
Praying for Love to pour through.
This city belongs to the King.
Heart began to throb and pain.
This is how He feels but much much much worse.
Came to a business sign... "International Embroidery of World Flags."
Prayed.
Random thought ...
       "Wouldn't it be awesome if every flag that was embroidered was prayed over!"
Prayed it.
The impact those prayers could make.
To the countries.
To the Nations.
Random thought...  I don't think so.   :-)