"I heard the wind speak of a fight . . ."

[Originally posted Friday, April 13, 2007]

Ruth Prince, 1986.
Jerusalem, Israel

. . . I made my choice. Proverbs 3:5-6 became my confession. I determined to trust in the Lord with all my heart. I would not try to understand. I would acknowledge Him in all my ways. I would trust him to direct my paths. As I followed Derek's itinerary with my prayers, a strange thing happened: Despair left and hope came. There would be another chapter. One week in particular stood out, while Derek was in Adelaide, Australia. One day while I was in class, tears began to roll down my face. . . . Weeping in my room, I began to pray in tongues. Hours went by, the burden never lifting.
This was not a new phenomenon for me. I had experienced such travail in the Spirit numerous times in connection with Israel, both before and after I immigrated. I seldom knew the cause until afterward--a terrorist raid, a crisis in the government, the beginning of war. This time I knew it was connected with Derek.
Three days later I wrote in my journal, "Thank God Adelaide is over!" I sensed something had broken in the spiritual world.

Derek Prince, 1986
Adelaide, Australia

I had the impression that I was forcing my way through a long, dark tunnel. A place of release and fulfillment was prepared for me at the far end, but there was no way to get there except through the tunnel. My progress could be measured by the hours I spent in prayer. Finally, on the last day of the week, there was a tremendous release. I sensed I had come into the light at the end of the tunnel. From that moment, I knew my future was assured. There was no more struggling, no more fretting. In the spiritual realm, the issue was settled.