I am a child of God through intercession. My grandmother’s prayer room was a basement closet underneath my bed. Her crying and groaning tore through the floorboards of my bedroom to a portal into heaven to plead with God to save me because I was baptized by water but not by fire.
In His mercy, God answered her prayers 30 years later but she did not live to see it, but I believe those sorrowful tears have turned to tears of joy.
8 years later, and a deep longing for communing, contending, I attended an Altars conference and felt nudged to open a prayer room originally intended to expand my business, I felt convicted to make it an outpost of prayer to reclaim territory in New York. New York City belongs to God and we want to contend for revival.
