It’s a mid-week, mid-afternoon chilly November day. For the past few minutes, my husband and I have been enjoying some tea/coffee/cookies and quiet time. If I had a crackling fire it would be heavenly.
Just now my husband Pard played this song embedded below. We sat together and REALLY listened. In an instant, I sensed a “shift”, something different happening in the room. Suddenly it was “Tea | Cookies & The Spirit of God”.
At the end of the song, I said this to my husband: “You know something, in a millisecond you can be ‘in the spirit’. One moment you are ‘here’ in the world, in THIS ROOM, enjoying tea/cookies and wonderful fellowship when suddenly it’s as if you can feeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllll Heaven. You can almost touch it.”
That’s when you are reminded that the spirit is in the room because the TWO OF YOU are not merely walking in the spirit you are actually in the spirit and the spirit is in you. A heavenly helper that is impossible to understand but yet you understand enough to know that what you sense is real.
It is God showing up as only He can with a kiss for both his children who love Him and are enjoying a blessed afternoon. If only we would slow down more often, we would be even further blessed by The Spirit of The Living God who longs to fall on us.
And now it’s time to turn on the Christmas Lights. Thank you, Jesus!
We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
‘Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise
Angela
