I Am a Young Global Intercessor

Some encounters leave an impression on your mind, while others transform your life. My journey as a Young Global Intercessor did both. Last weekend, during our three-day prayer and fasting program, themed “Repentance,” I walked in simply wanting to grow, to understand prayer more, and to learn how to stand in the gap. But I walked out carrying something heavier, holier and far more precious than I expected.

This program met me at a point in my own spiritual questions. I was young, eager and sincere, yet I often wondered if I was getting it right. I used to think of the Holy Spirit as more of a force than a person. I would sometimes ask God why I was not falling during church services when everyone else was. Did it mean something was wrong with me? Did it mean he wasn’t touching me? But through our focused group sessions, teachings and mentorship, I learned to appreciate the Trinity more deeply. I realized that the Holy Spirit is a Person, not an energy. A Guide, not an emotional moment. A Friend, not a feeling. That truth alone reshaped my entire foundation.

As the weekend unfolded, God began to address the silent questions I had carried into this journey. How do I remain rooted in a world that is constantly accelerating? How can I live intentionally in a generation overwhelmed by distractions? How can I walk with God in a way that is both surrendered and sustainable? This program did not give me quick answers. It gave me transformation.

Soul-winning was one of the first places God stretched my understanding. Speaking about Christ reminded me that the Gospel is not something we master, but something we become. When we pour out, God pours into us. When we share Christ, our roots grow deeper. I began to understand that balance is not dividing life into compartments. Balance is aligning life with God. The Holy Spirit strengthens what my own hands cannot carry. He is the Helper who makes purpose possible.

This weekend was more than intercession. It was identity. We were guided by pastors, aunties and remarkable men and women who have faithfully walked the paths we aspire to walk. Their hunger for God was confronting. If people who have walked with God for decades still pursue Him with such fire, then what excuse do I have to be casual with my destiny? Should they be more passionate about my life than I am? Their passion became a mirror, calling me to rise, to honour God’s grace in my life, and to embrace the responsibility of my generation.

A profound revelation from this weekend was the understanding of divine windows. God releases specific grace in specific seasons, and part of spiritual maturity is recognising when heaven is leaning toward you. Some moments are not random. They are invitations. This program was such a window. It aligned revelation, mentorship, accountability and encounter in a way that shifted my posture toward God.

Through all this, the teaching on the Holy Spirit remained the backbone of my growth. Knowing Him as a Person changed everything. He thinks, speaks, guides, feels and leads. He reveals truth, aligns timing, directs destinies and gives vision. Remaining rooted in Christ is impossible without Him. My life becomes chaotic when I rely on my own strength. But when He works through me, clarity returns, purpose stabilises, and seasons align.

This community has become home. I enjoyed every session, every teaching, every rebuke meant to build me, every conversation that sharpened me. It became more than prayer. It became a place of grounding, stretching, and nation-building because what God is birthing in us is bigger than individuals. It is a movement. A generation. A response to the urgency of this hour.

Yet the moments that moved me the most came during worship. When we sang Majesty by Michael W. Smith, something within me broke open in the best way. The words did more than fill a room. They filled our hearts with a holy stillness. Worship concluded the weekend in a way that teaching alone never could. It reminded me that being rooted in Christ begins in awe. It starts where voices rise, hearts bow, and the presence of God becomes the air we breathe. That worship session became the seal upon everything God had been forming within us.

As I look back on this journey, I am reminded of the words Jesus spoke in John 14:16-17. He said I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper to be with you forever. That promise became real to me this weekend. The Holy Spirit is not distant. He is present. He is personal. He is faithful. He is the One who will keep me rooted in Christ in a world that moves too fast. He is the One who will remind me of everything Jesus has spoken. He is the One who will make my life a testimony of God’s grace.

I am a Young Global Intercessor, not because of what I did in three days, but because of who the Holy Spirit is becoming in my life.

And with Him, this is truly only the beginning.

Panshe K Pemhiwa