Epic encounter

I came from the back as I walked through the chairs. Not really knowing where to stand, I took a position on the right, as the others were spread out across the front. I was slightly behind, and closed my eyes. I walked in halfway, but better than not at all. I wasn't sure even where I was supposed to be, but knew that choosing a place was better than not. The leader was praying over the group and even others were praying over the people standing up at the front. I closed my eyes and opened my heart, I engaged. In some ways I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I just began to pray, and sing out. Then there were hands on my shoulders, and a voice, words and prayers, for me. I listened, as my hands were open and lifted up. Tears were flowing from my eyes down my face. And then it came, the prophetic word. I hadn't expected it at all. But I knew, as soon as it was spoken. It reminded me of a word that was given to me a while back. But the connection of the words, to the memory, to my heart were indescribable, and unavoidably piercing. There wasn't holding back the tears from my eyes. The encouragement and the truth from that woman's prayer struck me. Struck me mostly because it wasn't just her words, but the Spirit upon her, and upon me for that matter. Softly the words and song came from my lips, but they were not words that I even understood, or could clearly hear. I stood for much longer, feeling the presence of a hand upon my shoulder, but not entirely sure if someone was actually touching me. Even now, I cannot comprehend the encounter entirely, but know that a Holy presence was speaking words solely for me.