Open Floodgates!

God's been hanging out a LOT at our church these days...24/7 prayer, right round the clock, no structure other than [prayer]-time slots, no limits, just welcoming him to move freely, his terms, not ours, not a committee.
Just a buncha people crying out to God, longing to bless him through worship, thanksgiving, open to hearing him & responding/obeying, sweat droplets of intercession...heaven's floodgates swinging open & his glory raining, no, pouring down, within that room on Market Street.
A sure way to walk into an unmistakeable, invisible wall of Gods very presence before you [so thick] you could cry or, stand/sit/dance/kneel speechless & just soak in it. He had so much to say to me that during the time I was there to pray I ended up mostly listening, & it was impacting--in other words I cant describe it but to say he spoke clearer than ever...so aware of him right there literally, so purely, undeniably that I could feel his presence flowing into my bones, through me, stirring up... To many if not all of us involved, he spoke so many words of knowledge, prophetic statements/pictures which he also gave/confirmed to others in the group shortly after.
These are days to expect the unexpected i guess. no, for sure. Days to throw off every last stitch of religious garb we can, praying that he will free us from whats left so to enable him to open our eyes to the things of the Spirit; things we have not yet seen or heard. To prepare us for what lay ahead.