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Holiness, Holiness
Is what I long for
Holiness, Is what I need

I have been called by my church to go out and help with prayer visits. On the way there, everything that could go wrong did. The Deacon I went with was late. When he arrived, I wasn’t because I was given the wrong address. Then my GPS wouldn’t cooperate. Obstacle after obstacle. By the time we finally arrived, I already felt behind, unsettled, and unprepared.
I didn’t know what we were walking into. I didn’t know what we would be praying for.
As soon as we arrived, the member broke down. I wasn’t ready, not because I didn’t want to be there, but because I didn’t know the depth of what they were carrying.

Righteousness, Righteousness
Is what I long for
Righteousness, Is what I need

Still, I showed up. I was present. I was willing to roll with whatever the moment required.
It’s difficult listening to deep pain when you don’t know someone well. This member wasn’t ready to fix anything. They weren’t trying to move forward yet. They needed to sit in the past, to name the hurt, and to stay with it for a moment.
And maybe that’s exactly why we were there.
I realized something about myself in that room. I often see problems and want to fix them. When I’m going through hard seasons, I’m used to patching myself up, covering the cracks, presenting strength, while still broken underneath.
But that’s not what God was showing me.
A word kept rising in my spirit - brokenness.
I remembered a message once preached to me: That the Lord doesn’t despise brokenness—He uses it.
Brokenness is often the pathway to our most authentic self, and our rawest connection to Him. Hallelujah
Here, I think I’m speaking to the prayer warriors… ….

Brokenness. Brokenness
Is what I long for
Brokenness, Is what I need

On the way over, the deacon had forwarded the member a short video and felt it might help. He didn’t send it to me. The video was about brokenness. Hallelujah.
After I shared what had come to my spirit, the room went quiet. They looked at me almost like I had three heads, then looked at each other.
The deacon said, “I did not send Pete that video.”
That’s when the member broke down even more. I was still confused. I didn’t understand what had just happened until they explained.
That moment taught me something quickly. I’ve only just started going out on prayer calls, and already I’m seeing how the Lord works. Already I’m seeing God ask me to set my own troubles aside so I can truly see my neighbor’s. Already I’m beginning to understand what serving really means. It’s hard to describe the feeling—humbling, sobering, holy.

All I could pray was: Transform me… Conform my will to yours.