Friday, February 26, 2010

Day 47 - Resting in the Fathers Arms

It’s been a good day. Still cold but at least the sun was out. I hope it warms up tomorrow. I don’t believe it’s been this cold here since the late 80’s or early 90’s. I can remember running outside when it was 10 degrees and sunny. That was a long time ago and I was a lot younger. Know I will gladly take the treadmill inside the Y. I remember one winter it was cold around Christmas. In fact for a week between Christmas and new Years it didn’t get above 15, and the lows at night were around 0. It was so cold that I had a hard time keeping our well running. We lived out off Stilesboro road on 13 acres. There was no county water or natural gas. We had a heat pump that didn’t really work in such cold weather. I had installed a wood-burning furnace that sent hot air through the heating system of the house, so we were warm. But the main problem was keeping the well or water lines from freezing. We solved part of the problem with a heating lamp that was put right on top of the well where the water comes up into the pipes. I had insulated the well house, so that did the trick. We had to keep the water running all the time to keep the pipes in the ground from freezing. It was Christmas Day and about 5 degrees. We went to lunch with some friends at their house and I left after lunch because I had to fly a trip. Julia went home with the kids, and when she came to the house she saw something as she pulled into the driveway. She saw something in a little drainage ditch next to the driveway. She thought it was a little bird and she wanted to help it. Not wanting to touch it, she got a little broom the girls played with, and tried to poke it. You have to envision this moment. Here is Julia bent over trying to see if the bird is alive. She probably has her head within tow to three feet of it, but it is all in a ball, and she can’t really see well. So she pokes it once, then pokes it again. All of a sudden the “little bird” hissed, and spread its wings. The wingspan was probably over 18 inches. The bat nearly scared Julia to death as it awakened, and then flew off. Of course I wasn’t there, but I have been told this story so many times that I know it by heart. Well, at least it hasn’t been that cold this winter. But I believe the older you get, the harder it is to deal with cold weather.
Tonight we had Sozo Team training. We have been doing Sozos for over a year now, and I felt it was time for a training session that would push us up into more anointing and dependency of the Holy Spirit. We had the Regional Director for the Bethel Sozo Network and the Head of the Bethel Atlanta Transformation center come out to help us tonight. It was an awesome night. We had a great time of teaching, and a great question and answer session. Then we had some activation in the prophetic. After that we were led on an encounter with the Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. This was an individual encounter, and I could see Jesus, and then the Holy Spirit. It was as if the Holy Spirit was giving me gifts. I saw myself as a little boy, with a big robe on. I had a gold crown that was too big, and a big gold chain around my neck. To me, I looked foolish, but Holy Spirit seemed pleased. As I took His hand and He led me to the father, I could see myself growing into the gifts that He had given me. My attention changed as I came to the Father. He motioned for me to come and sit in His lap. I was a little boy again. As I went into His lap, I began to cry, not only in my vision, but also in real life. His arms around me allowed me to just release all that I was holding. My pain, and loneliness were like heavy bricks on my back that were lifted off. It was as if a heavy weigh was transferred. As I just rested my head on the Father. It was right then I realized an important fact. I had seen and had relationship with Jesus often since Julia’s death, but I had not spent time with the Father. I am learning that each member of the Godhead is different, and we need to spend time fellowshipping with each one.
We ended the evening with a fire tunnel. It was great, the Holy Spirit was so present in the room and the anointing and presence of God was very strong. When I went through, I got a prophetic word to rest. The word was that I would find rest in the Fathers arms. That word was true. It was confirmation of what had just happened 10 minutes earlier. I know that I need to seek the Father, Holy Spirit and Jesus. Each of them has things to show me, and things to take from me. I can’t go through this journey without them. So tonight, I plan on spending more time resting in the Father’s arms.

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  1. My mother-in-law is reading your blog now. She has been very encouraged by it. I will continue to thank you for sharing your heart and your journey! Thank you! ~ Valarie