An incredible feeling of well-being is permeating my senses. It is as though someone is speaking softly from the innermost part of my being, saying, “All is well.” I’m not hearing an audible voice; the knowledge that it is happening is what I am experiencing.
It’s like sitting on newly cut grass, under a shade tree, on a hot summer’s day, drinking lemonade with one’s soul mate. Words need not be spoken to know what the other person is thinking. The senses pick up on the love they have for you.
I’m sitting in congested traffic thinking about the daily workload that must be completed by day’s end and my responsibility to perform the duties that I was hired to do, yet a sense of contentment and satisfaction prevails. It’s the presence of God! It’s as if I can smell the sweetness and aroma of God’s presence, while tasting His glory. My senses are heightened and keen to what I am feeling.
Overwhelming peace is manifesting itself; calmly and serenely from the inside out. The tranquil tone of the moment is happening through no effort of mine. It is God! He is taking this time to visit and speak words of comfort to my senses, saying: “I am with you always.”
It’s like walking hand-in-hand with someone you care for deeply, and out of nowhere they lean over and give you a big kiss on the cheek—an unsolicited, pleasant surprise, but enjoyed never-the-less. They wanted to express their love for you. This is what God is doing with me. He loves me and I am consumed by this love.
This must be the peace spoken of in the Bible: (Philippians 4:7), “The peace of God, which surpasses all understanding…” It’s all around me, but I don’t know why or how it’s here, because of what’s going on outside the car. God is here!
I strive to walk in the shadow of Jesus each day; keeping communication open through prayer and supplication. When events like this occur, they are satisfying and appreciated. They leave me in a state of reverence, which inspire me to draw even closer to God. There is no unpleasant aftertaste or an aftereffect like the world gives, only refreshing ecstasy as the Lord reveals Himself in ways that boggle my mind.
God speaks to humanity using varying avenues and methods of communication. He can speak through the thundering sound of a whirlwind or a whisper. He can dispatch angels to speak on His behalf, or use a burning bush in the wilderness to make His presence known. God can even speak through animals if it was necessary to get our attention as He did in the Bible. One fact remains, God desires to commune with us.
I want to always keep my spiritual antenna pointed in God’s direction and my tuner set to His frequency for desired programming. I strive daily to keep the channel open and maintain quality reception, free from errant static and interference of any kind that might prevent clear, concise, and quality reception.
God desires that we walk in the Spirit, thus, maintaining communication with Him and having the ability to know His voice when He speaks. These are special times and very precious.
As we abide in truth, the Father of truth is free to speak; and His voice will be heard by us. Our spiritual ears are open to God’s wavelength, free from the annoying noises-of-enticement that the world emits. Ears remain clear when we resist various temptations that bring deafness to hearing.
As our spiritual antenna and tuner are pointed toward heaven, an intimate relationship continues with God. The creator of the universe and all living things remains near. Our guarded and protected heart opens its door to Him who is knocking. God has free access to us, because we are steadfast in obedience; standing in faith. Peace is our reward.
(Philippians 4:4-7), “Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice!” vs.5 “Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand.” vs.6 “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; vs.7 “and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”
Written by,
Papa Boyd
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