It was October 24th, 2017 and Gord and I were on the last leg of a four-week ministry tour of New Zealand, Australia and Tasmania. The schedule had been very hectic and I was feeling quite depleted and in need of some 'alone time' with Jesus. I poured myself a coffee, plumped up some cushions on the sofa and began to review our ministry time "down under'. So many leaders passionate for more of Jesus, so much prophetic, so many healed, incredible times of extended worship, and yet most prominent in my thoughts were those who were not healed or touched. My thoughts went from there to others I was praying for back home, fully believing for a miracle and yet seeing little movement. It's interesting how quickly one can slide down the slippery slope of unbelief when we stop taking our thoughts captive. I thought about the ground being lost to addictions, to perversions, to greed, to hatred, to violence, and I must have spoken out loud the erron...
