One brief post cannot do justice to this great year, but as a writer I must assay it. Even if I am not writing an essay on it.

On the first Sunday of the year, I attended a conference at the Cross TV studio, where I got to do one of my favorite things: give a prophetic word to a stranger. It was a mere five words—“Put on your dancing shoes”—but the lady was delighted. After recording it in her Bible, she informed me she was a dancer, and she’d given away a pair of gold ballet shoes just the day before!

A few minutes later, a different stranger was prompted to pray for me, and he used his prophetic gift to confirm something I’ve been praying for myself! Two days later on January 7, I was still basking in the glow of the spiritual fire when my city was ravaged by a physical fire.