I love it when I’m home alone. Sometimes, like today, I just put on some worship music and have a little revival of my own here in my apartment in Shreveport.
It is truly amazing when the Lord inhabits the praises of His people!
Earlier this year I was suffering for a brief time with a bout of major depression. I couldn’t shake it, and didn’t know where it came from. One night I sat down next to my fiance and begged him: “Tell me this is going to end!”
Outside one day, walking my dog Toby, it came to me that I could beat this thing because I recognized it and knew how it worked. So I battled in my mind for a few days to no avail. The things of the spiritual realm can’t be licked by brains or wit. They require a more powerful spiritual force to break ’em down.
Instantly, I knew what would “work.” I sat down at the dining room table and put on a Phillips, Craig & Dean CD and just spent time in the presence of God. Asking for His spirit to fall and surround me, I ended up on my knees on the floor of the dining room, head in hands.
There, in that moment, as I kneeled before the Lord, my soul naked before Him, He swooped in and beat the darkness back with His wings. The darkness was gone immediately.
I was back in that spot again yesterday, only I was at work, sitting at my desk. I stayed late to type up my thoughts about something that had happened to me that day. YouTube piped in “Kyrie” by Lindell Cooley on repeat for about an hour. Then I headed to the break room and sat down at the piano.
And played “Kyrie,” “Agnus Dei,” “I Love You Jesus,” “Dance With Me,” and a couple other worship songs. And I had revival right there at the keys, in the break room at work, at midnight. It was just me and Jesus. At some point, all I could do was lay my head on top of the grand and breathe in His sweet presence.