As a young Christian, I always seemed to be part of the crowd. If there was someone singled out in a meeting for a prophetic word, it would be one of my friends. If there was someone who heard a specific word from God, it would be a friend. I kind of longed for such words, but they were few and far between.
God has a sense of humour. In my later days, He seems to be having fun in speaking to me in so many ways.
On Monday night, He took me into the heavenlies in the
middle of the night.
I awoke to find that there was a strong presence of the Holy
Spirit upon me. That’s the best way to describe it – upon me. I felt His
presence so strongly. I felt pressed against the bed, such was the strength of
His presence.
I quietly started to praise and worship. It was then that I felt
His invite into the heavenly places. And there I was, listening to the most
beautiful melody I had ever heard. I remember thinking I should try and
remember the tune. Of course, when I awoke, I couldn’t remember it at all!
I didn’t see anything in the heavenlies, it was more of a
sense of being there. The worship went on and on. I sang along (in my head – I didn’t
wake Roh!)
I remember feeling two things very strongly. One was how dirty
I was. How shabby, sinful, ill-prepared for His presence. And then a second
feeling totally overwhelming the first. One of immense love from the Father. A
complete washing in His love. Such love. Such complete, inexpressible,
unconditional love.
And then it was morning. As I woke, I still felt His
presence. He was with me still.
I know the theology – He’s always with me. But I treasure
the moment when for no apparent reason, He woke me with His presence and took
me to the heavenlies.