Eating made me feel better, but only for a short while. In February of 1997, my husband and I, my daughter, and some friends traveled to Pensacola, Florida to attend the Brownsville Assembly of God revival. At the end of the service on our second night there, an invitation was given for all that wanted more of God to come forward. I immediately went up front. By this time there was a large crowd gathered around him, as was customary.
People stand for hours waiting to receive prayer from their prayer team or pastoral staff.
He then turned and asked everyone standing around us to back away. I wasn't sure what he was doing or what he thought was wrong with me. I understood then why he had asked everyone to step back. It was for privacy. His next question answered my long unanswered question of where the fear had come from.