It was April 27th, 2018. I was given tickets for my family to go see "We Are Messengers" with backstage passes to meet them and the guys from Tenth Avenue North. I was so thrilled. Not for me. I was thrilled for my kids, specifically, my son, who had just turned six and hero-worships worship leaders and musicians. Something strange happened that night during the meet and greet. After pictures, we were all preparing to usher through the line asap so we didn't hold up the meet and greet. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Darren. From We Are Messengers. He told me he wanted to pray for me. I'm a quiet, country, Baptist girl. The whole "led by the Spirit" thing is typically done internally without a lot of outward action. Still, I'd no intention to refuse prayer. So Darren prayed for me. His hand on my shoulder. The STRANGEST PRAYER ever. "I pray you will restore her joy" My joy? I went to the concert and walked away fulfilled but also...