You wouldn't think that there would be any impending threats at a Christian conference, really, how dangerous could it be? I'm not naive to the fact that there are crazies everywhere but I really wasn't expecting to have any more trouble than making sure no cleavage was showing on my teens. I learned quickly that it was best to stay behind the kids, I felt more secure knowing they were somewhere between me and the wall up front. Periodically I would make a round about the floor to touch base with each one of them, mostly just making eye contact as not to interrupt or embarrass anybody. Once worship started I knew they were all up front and gladly took my place with my friends to worship and intercede for the kids. I felt perfectly safe knowing we were together in one room, all 2,000 of us.
There were more people at the conference the night Cory Asbury lead worship, I think, out of all four nights. Every young Christian girl in Kansas City must have been there. He really knows how to get the crowd involved in lively worship. Kids were jumping up and down, clapping thier hands and crying out to the Lord, literally with all their might. The spirit of intercession had never come upon me as strong as it did there, at least it hadn't at the time and I welcomed it. I figured it was my responsibility and I knew the Lord would be pleased with my obedience.
At one point during worship I saw a great light above me. When I entered into it I heard the words, "THE WOLVES ARE OUT," a shepherd's worst nightmare! I can't describe the terror I felt in that moment. My friend who was next to me obviously didn't hear the voice, if he had he would've been panicked too. I tried to tell him but he just smiled and started talking about something totally unrelated. God was giving me a mission that very moment and all at once my instincts kicked in. I must have circled that conference room ten times looking for my kids. They were there, I knew they were there, but where? My spirit eyes were wide open but all I could see was fog, thick, thick fog. I couldn't tell one face from another until I was right up close so I decided to give up for the moment and went back to my seat to regroup. It couldn't have been more than a minute later that we got a report that all seven kids were front and center, pressing into God.
Tears immediatley flooded my being, it was such a broken feeling. I felt the comfort of the Father wash over me and heard Him say ever so gently, "That's how I feel when one of my sheep are in danger." There was peace and love, deep, deep love in that moment. I'm still not really sure why He let me feel that, other than He wanted to commune with me as a parent and leader. Later that night after all was said and done, He spoke to me again. This time He said, "Where my iniquity doth abound, My grace abound greater." Praise God for His grace!
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