I spent the majority of last night wrapped in the arms of Father God. It might be the most incredible spiritual experience of my life. Before bed, Hannah and I had the most wonderful talk of spiritual things and forgiveness and of the reality we are living in as children of the King. Then she went to bed and I read some from a wonderful little book by Benny Hinn called Good Morning, Holy Spirit! I fell asleep as I read but then woke up later and went to our bed. I normally spend a significant amount of time praying as I lay in bed at night, but last night I was just too tired and fell immediately back to sleep.
What happened next blows my mind. In fact, just recalling it brings butterflies to my belly :-). I have a very vague memory of exactly what happened, but the emotions and feelings I felt are as clear as day. I was asleep, but I knew I was in my bed. I felt as if I was being held by Daddy God like a small child. It was warm and his arms and chest were soft. I never saw Him, but I knew where I was. I spoke to Him words of love which I can't remember now, and even thought I did not hear audible words from Him, everything He needed to communicate came to me in feelings. I felt the most incredible love, the most incredible safety I have ever felt. I was a child once again, in the arms of my Daddy.
This experience lasted for most of the night, until I believe AJ woke up and needed her covers fixed. I helped her and went back to bed. As if he wanted to try in a last-ditch effort to mess up what was an incredible night, the devil invaded my final two dreams before morning. Both were disturbing dreams of our precious PJ being kidnapped by evil people.
But he could not ruin the night. I woke refreshed and full of the love of God. Nothing can take that from me. I love that He took the time to give me that experience to remind me of his incredible, mind-blowing fatherly love for me. I really needed that.
Thank You!
