I was staying in the back for worship but decided to the front as it became a bit busy in the back. When I was going forward a man (Tiago) came to ask if I could pray for his mum. I went with him to his mother, I said hi and gave her a hug. She melted into my arms and cried, then fell under the power of Holy Spirit. She was laying on the floor laughing and crying, so I asked what she needed prayer for, and her son responded depression. This started something in the back: people started queuing for a hug from me. Everyone who received a hug first melted into my arms, started sobbing, then fell under the power of Holy Spirit. In some cases, I continued ministering to them, but often Jesus did what only He does best and ministered to them. Deacons (male and female) started queuing to receive a hug - all during the service. There was no room for people on the floor left, so they cleared the back and removed all the chairs. They allocated 2 catchers, 2 translators (even though not many words were needed just hugs and blessings) I had someone who coordinated the queue and who’s next in the line. It was crazy. Deliverance and healing happened while they received the Father’s love! Children got hugs as well!