In the Fall of last year, I attended a prayer event just a couple of hours from home. I began my time there with cautious hesitation, not sure what I would think about everything that I anticipated was to happen. The first night came and went, and I had not experienced anything that made me uncomfortable or had stretched me too far. The next morning, we began again. There was worship and teaching and prayer. Late in the morning, something began to change for me. I can’t fully explain it, nor can I completely understand it. What I do know is that God revealed some things to my spirit, released some burdens from my life, and filled me with a renewed sense of his presence and power in my life. In those moments, I can vividly recall the emotional response that I experienced. It can only be described as a sobbing cry. Some people might call it the “ugly cry,” but whatever it was, it was coming out of me not because of sadness or because of conviction, but because of my thanksgiving for wha...