I wanted to say I am so very sorry for not publishing anything for so many months. It has been one of those seasons in my life where I have been so completely and utterly overwhelmed with, well, um...everything that I've just done my best to put one foot in front of the other. I have recorded many truly amazing visions that have occurred in our sanctuary over the past 6 months...and I'm debating whether I should go back and try to re-explain, or just pick up from here...maybe you could leave your thoughts on that in the comments section, or maybe the thought will just strike me... But I do know that lately I have seen a "rippling" during worship. It has started at the back of the sanctuary and it travels to the front where the worship team is. It gathers around the feet of the worshippers, like the Holy Spirit is pooling around us. When people pour out their hearts, the water rises up around us and we are surrounded, but it is not like a drowning feeling, more like a light, joyous uplifting presence.
There also has been a unique experience that I have seen take place over time with a particular song that has transformed into something quite beautiful. Deborah Liter sings a song that has the lyrics "I desire Jesus," in it. Now I will just let you know that I am terrible at quoting anything, so I don't know if that is the name, and I won't try to give you any more of the words, but it is a very sweet, sweet song where she sings most of the words without the rest of the worship team. The very first time I heard her sing it, was in practice and I saw an amazing spiritual connection. The song has been sung several times since in church and many people have begun to sing along with her. Last week, I saw the same connection, but this time it was a heart connection from her, to all the worshipers, and then the Holy Spirit tied into that connection. In the vision it looked liked a connection of lines from heart to heart, with one line pulling them up to heaven. As the spirit pulled the line upwards, it created a picture of a tent, our own sanctuary of praise. The lines became golden and there was an urgency on end of the Spirit to pull the praises to the throne of Jesus. As all the lines reached the Almighty, the water that had gathered around our feet in worship, rushed up and crashed around the throne of the Lord as our heart string of praise were raised to Him. What a beautiful stirring, offered through the sacrifice of volunteers who give up hours of their time to lead us in praise, and bring us to Him.
My heart leaps with joy!
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