I've been praying for a while that my daughter would be awakened to God and to his love. I've yearned for her to visit the heavenlies and be forever changed, as I have.
Yesterday I anointed the doors of our home with oil and declared that God alone has authority within. I prayed for the Holy Spirit to come and fiil our home, and that nothing that is not of Him would be able to enter the premises.
The next morning, my husband called me from 1600 km away, to tell me that he loves me, standing on the exact paving stone in the church that we were married in. Our time of separation has been filled with small children, life and bronchitis; throughout the sense of my God's great love for us.
An hour later, my girl woke up and while getting dressed, told me of her visit to heaven. I paraphrase:
"Mommy, the angels came and took me to heaven. The angel gave me wings to fly. I liked flying. And I saw God. He was sitting on a throne - it was ganti-normous <big>. There was a rainbow around the throne. In front of it were a huge crowd of angels singing, in front of statues <are these the lampstands>. I met Jesus, he was white and wearing a white coat. He hugged me and told me he loved me. He talked to me about lots of things (a hundred things) and even about dinosaurs and the world and things. Gabriel the (boy) angel was with me and told me lots of things too, and about the fruit of the spirit. He also told me all about when mommy and daddy were married. And secrets, that only us girls <mommy and me> can share."
Blown away! Thank you Lord for visiting my girl like this. I see more of you in her today. More love, more patience, she lives loved. I love you.
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