At the end of the evening, I noticed a young man sitting alone in one of the back rows watching many people getting touched by the Lord. I felt God “hugging” me to pray for him. I asked if I could pray for him.
A nine-year-old girl with anxiety attacks so bad that she couldn't sleep at night unless she was in her mother's arms. We ordered the spirits of fear, worry, and anxiety to depart and she said she felt them leave.