I prayed in a Treehouse for 12 Hours And I Don’t Think Anything Happened.

So, I prayed in a treehouse for a consecutive 12 hours. The world would say that nothing miraculous happened, but after writing this I would now argue that everything about that night was nothing short of a miracle. Keep reading to see the Lord shift my perspective on my time in the treehouse.

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I wasn’t going to write a blog about this because I don’t have much to say about it, but the Lord told me to so here I am. I participated in a prayer burn where people came in and out of the treehouse from 7pm to 7am and I stayed for the whole thing. 12 straight hours of prayer and worship.

Honestly, I’m not exactly sure where the Lord wants me to take this post or what He wants you to get out of this. Really the only thing that my flesh has to say about this night is that it was a cool time to press into the Lord and a stretching discipline, but nothing crazy happened. Nobody spoke in tongues or fell out in the Spirit or saw God’s face. I mean, the Holy Spirit was present, but nothing that the world would really consider miraculous or divine was experienced.

Maybe that’s the point. Maybe God wants us to acknowledge that just being in His presence is the utter definition of a miracle. Maybe I need to stop getting caught up in the works of God and focus on the simple truth that we are so undeserving of sitting in His presence. How blessed am I that for 12 hours straight I was able to be sustained by the Lord and He allowed me to sit at His feet? I think that when it comes to the act of prayer and worship, we need to shift our perspective from horizontal to vertical. How ignorant is it of me to forget to stop and worship the Lord for simply allowing me to be in His presence? In the world that we live in, it’s easy to unintentionally get distracted by the question, “What can I get out of this?” and maybe sometimes that bleeds into our faith. Literally as I am writing this the Lord is humbling me by reminding me of the fact that I praise Him not for what He has done or will do, but for who He is.

“If you never see a miracle, if you never hear my voice again, will you still worship me?” Is the question that the Lord is currently asking me. And He’s asking you that, too. Allow it to seep into the deep parts of your being. When we go into worship are we worshipping the Lord or the feeling that it gives us?

I guess I’ll leave us with this: Gosh how sad is it that sometimes I feel like experiencing nothing other than being in His presence isn’t enough for me when in reality that is the best thing that could ever happen to me?