ONE WAY MY SPIRIT MESSAGES COME

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I’d like to share with you one of the ways Spirit messages come to me from Father.  He has many ways, but one He has used often is an “impending” feeling that won’t leave me. As though something is hovering over my head and heart.  It’s similar to a person standing at the front door waiting for me to come and open.

 

Father is a gentleman.  He isn’t rude and intrusive.  And He often treats me with the same kind of respect that I approach Him.  He knocks and waits for an invitation to speak.

Often the sensation is so strong that I can’t continue whatever chore or task I’m in the process of doing because the sensation doesn’t go away. That doesn’t mean that it can’t go away. It can. I used to walk away from it because I didn’t know what it was and I misunderstood it as a sort-of anxiety. But it’s not anxiety at all.

It’s more aptly described as a “visitation”.

 

Another description of this experience is that it’s similar to receiving a beautifully wrapped gift. As the gift sets in front of me unwrapped, my spirit soars in anticipation.

Except this anticipation becomes intense as though it is vibrating or humming. And it gets even more intense as I begin to pay attention to it. Sometimes it weighs so heavy that it feels like it’s pressing on my lungs and I labor under it, eventually to the point that becomes a bit painful to bear.  Like a water balloon that keeps getting more and more full, eventually, the weight feels as though it will explode.

 

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Sometimes I go into my bedroom and shut the door or sit in a quiet room of the house. And if He doesn’t automatically begin speaking soon, I’ll say, “Do you have something to tell me? I’m listening.” (Like Samuel did as a child in the temple when God kept calling his name in the night.)

I open and release my imagination screen for His use because He often illustrates what He’s saying through a vision-like picture/video.  His illustrations add detail to His Words and I crave every piece of my gift like the icing flower on a cake.

 

Whatever begins playing in my imagination, I let it freely express.  My hands are off.  No censor here.  And even if it gets wild and beyond my expectations, I let it play because this is Him.  Not me.

Sometimes the messages are very personal and weighty like when they speak to my destiny or purpose. Those are definitely not something I share with others. (Don’t throw your pearls before the swine). These are treasures to be kept in my spirit, possibly noted in my Journal, but guarded highly. And that’s not to say that others are swine, lol. It’s simply that no one can value it or respect it like I do because it’s not theirs.

There are also messages that come for others. They are usually encouragement and confirmation. And those are for sharing freely.

Thank you for joining me on my journey.  I hope it is a blessing to yours.

Faith.

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