Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The Path is Open – September 26, 2015

Pastor George at speaks about this being the final night of the
blood moon triad: the final blood moon will be at its peak around 9:45. The last day of the triad happens to fall on the Jewish day of Sukkot. They celebrate this day for many reasons including the fact that it was on this day that the glory of God filled the first temple.

“Hmmm… sounds like a good day to possibly go to Heaven,” I think to myself.

At 9:20 I crawl into bed, notifying my husband that I will be praying and meditating and won’t be able to talk to him. As I relax, the presence of God is mild, not the pull He gives when it is time to meditate. A thought comes, “It was 9:45 Texas time; that is 8:45 your time.” I sigh. “Well, you could have told me about that earlier,” I tell the Lord. It is pretty obvious that God isn’t calling me to Heaven tonight. I thank Him for giving me rest and quickly dose off.

“The path is open,” the words come clearly into my dream followed by a loud shout or a banging noise that wakes me up out of a dead sleep. “What? It is open?” I ask, sitting up in bed.

Perhaps it is the path to Heaven? I relax, stilling my body and worshiping God. Sleep clouds my brain. Past experience has shown me that even if I am dog tired, when God calls me to meditated, the Holy Spirit helps me do it. This is not such a time. I roll over and go back to sleep.

With much to do, I am up early the next morning. The interrupted sleep wears on me so I take a brief nap. Later that night when I retire, His presence is strong.

My muscles relax as I say my nightly prayers then begin to meditate on Jesus. God begins to walk me through what to do when I come back from Heaven. He points out that I need to prepare a post for my blog to be published on that day.

As my mind quiets, the power of the Lord washes through me. This is much different than times past where it was like a wave, a down-pouring of power. The energy still comes from the top, cascading downward but it is like every cell in by body is filled with it. A muscle here and there used to twitch before… now it is so intimate, so strong – part of my very being. After filling me, it explodes outward.

The waves come faster and faster. My body heats, not unpleasantly, but noticeably. My soul cries out with joy at the experience. Eventually it begins to fade.

I have prepared the post and taken care of the necessary things. Now I wait for what is to come next.

Why Doesn't God Speak to Me?

Eager hearts cry out, hoping for a single word to confirm that He hears us. Yet, many times the only sound is silence. Over the years I have heard several reasons why God speaks to some and not to others. One night, as I tossed and turned, I brought each of these reasons before the Lord, stating why each of them did not line up with who I thought He was. 

Words rose from my soul, pleading for Him to reveal why He has remained silent when a single word from Him would mean so much to so many. For the next few hours, God used things I learned about years ago and things I had just discovered to show why He talks to some and why He doesn’t, and in demonstrative ways. 

In His grace, He also showed me how people could hear more from Him. Basic instructions on how to hear more from God and how to be led by Him are included in this book. Thank you for taking time to consider the answers I received and share with you now.

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