The past few weeks, I can't say life has been daisies and roses.
In fact, I'd be lying even if I said it was "okay".
You know those days where it seems as if nothing goes right.
Perhaps it's a short period of time or even an entire season.
Either way, you know the feeling when it seems like your whole being wants to quit,
but your spirit won't let you – and the Spirit of God won't either.
A few nights ago, I laid my head on my pile of pillows, completely exhausted.
I wasn't in a bad mood and didn't have much on my mind – just wanted to sleep.
Throughout that night, something far beyond unique happened to me,
something that had never happened before.
I remember nightmares as a child that would wake me in tears.
I remember that one recurring dream that freaked me out.
I remember dreams that left me scratching my head.
I remember nights I woke myself singing.
I remember most, the dreams that left me laughing my morning away.
This time wasn't like any of my previous experiences.
It seemed as if my night took quite an interesting turn as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I could hear someone singing over me.
I can't quite remember the words, but it was such a soothing song,
a song that made me feel worthy and completely loved.
This was no original song, it was straight from the heart.
It was as if it were being sung for the first time and written just for me.
As time passed, I was lulled back to sleep.
What seemed to be not long after,
I could hear someone singing over me again.
My spirit was being strengthened within.
I didn't understand, but wanted more of it.
I would fall back into the night to the tune of this voice,
only to wake and hear the song once more.
Eventually, I noticed that I was singing my own song back.
The song was taking me over and my spirit just had to sing.
(Keep in mind, I was dead asleep)
I've heard it said that worship is giving back to God what He first gave us.
It was as if I couldn't help it – my spirit sang back the song He sang into me.
I felt complete.
I felt whole.
I felt worthy.
I felt loved.
I felt protected.
I felt peace.
I felt fullness of joy.
I felt redemption rising.
I felt Him deep within me crying out, "You belong to Me!"
Even when my flesh is 'done', my spirit fights on as the Spirit of God intercedes for me.
The following scripture now holds a brand new meaning to me…
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
-Zephaniah 3:17
Have you ever had an experience similar to this?
If so, I want to hear about it.
If not, let me know your thoughts.
Leave a comment below.
