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(Part 2/3) When I went back to school to finish up my extra semester, something miraculous happened. A friend of mine who was the pastor of his fellowship invited me to worship with them. I walked into one of the rooms and saw this group of rambunctious freshers, and God just said, “Start a prayer group with these boys.” I walked up to them and asked “How many of you can pray in the spirit?” None of them could. So I prayed with them and laid hands on them and they started praying in the spirit.
We started a daily prayer meeting where we met for 3 hours and prayed in tongues. After a while, it dawned on me that God had a reason for my life. The more I prayed, the more clarity I had as to what exactly God wanted me to do with my life.
I had a ‘Purpose Book’ where I wrote down things like: Who I am, what I want to become, what I like to do, what I can do for free. I wanted to speak to youths; I wanted to be a fashion designer.
Earlier in my second year in school, my campus pastor was leading a prayer session in my fellowship and then he said that we should ask God to reveal his call for our lives. I said “God, you can give me anything, just don’t make me a pastor.” My parents are pastors and we didn’t grow up being financially stable. We were told to pray every day for 30 mins to 1 hour, and whatever God told us we should write it down.
I went back to pray and God told me I would be a pastor. I said, “This is not fair.” I wrote it down but never did anything about it until after I decided I was just going to kick it with the Lord full time. I consecrated myself to Him and he started telling me where to go, who to speak to, who to meet, who not to. I got smarter and sharper.
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