I Rest

Months ago, I had a strange dream. I was on a university campus, looking for a young woman I know. While I was walking around, a strong, warm wind hit me from the front. It lifted me off the ground, and I started flying forward. I got about 25 feet up, and I came to a water oak tree. I held onto the leaves and branches. It felt great.

The wind wasn’t just warm in the physical sense. It was full of emotional warmth, peace, and love. Very much like the feelings I experienced back in the Eighties, when Jesus came to me.

I felt wonderful, resting on the wind. I woke up, and I was face-down in bed, with my chest pressed against the mattress and my hands up and my palms against the sheets.

I’ve been praying for God to help me experience it again. The comfort was wonderful.

On March 1, the day I had the dream, God gave me this word:”Please keep lifting me up on your love.”

I have started having this same sensation while I’m awake. When it comes, I do everything I can to make it last. No matter what position I’m in, I feel as though something soft, firm, and warm is pressing against my upper chest.

For years, I’ve been saying we use drugs and alcohol to simulate the sensation of God’s presence. It’s true. The feeling I get when the warmth and pressure come to me is very much like the feeling you get from a strong opioid painkiller.

It appears that, like drugs, God’s presence is also addictive. I want to hold onto it all day. I don’t want to do anything to make it depart.

Jesus said the kingdom of heaven was like a pearl of great price. A man saw a pearl, and he decided he had to have it no matter what, so he sold all he had and bought it. That’s a great description of habit, which we call “addiction.” A junkie will throw everything away for one more dose. To a junkie, the next does is a pearl of great price. There is symmetry in the supernatural. It makes sense that a person who can get into God’s presence would crave it and give up a lot to hold onto it.

Sometimes it hits me while I’m praying. I’ll be going through my daily list, doing something I consider very important, and I’ll just stop, because something better has arrived. I’ll go quiet inside and just wait and rest.

I can understand why Mary abandoned Martha to look after guests so she could sit at the foot of Jesus and do nothing. There will always be people to mop floors and wash dishes, but how many get to sit with God and be bathed and permeated with his love, peace, and joy?

Jesus said what Mary did was better than what Martha did.

I go through Psalm 91 every day, taking advantage of the promises. Today I looked up the last verse in an interlinear Bible. It says, “With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.” Because I’ve been watching Derek Prince talk about the real meaning of “salvation,” I wanted to know what word the author used. It turns out it’s a variation of the word “yeshuah,” which is closely related to Yeshua, the name of God the Son.

That’s remarkable. God did show me Yeshua, twice.

I feel like I’m stuck here while this lingers. I don’t want to get up and do anything. We’ll see what happens.