Dreams, Visions, & Encounters....Oh My!

I have been a bit slack concerning my blog. Not to make excuses but my mind has been completely blown and trying to capture thoughts has been challenging.



I guess I should rewind a ways and explain exactly how I arrived at this wonderful place. I 've known since December I was to be a part of IHOP Cartersville. I made arrangements to attend a Harp and Bowl in January. There was an ice storm that day. It seemed all hell broke loose at that point and I was delayed several months.



So, like we sometimes do I figured the Lord must have different plans for me. Many doors began to open for ministry and going to the nations, things were falling into place quickly. It just had to be God, or not. No matter what opportunities came about or how grand they seemed in the eyes of man something was not right. I went through three months of miserable growth. Inside I knew something was off. I was out of place. I tried really hard to fit into the mold that others thought was mine. As voices encouraged me to GO and DO and BE this big time minister I felt the Lord wooing me and calling me to wait upon Him.

Wait. Wait on Me. "Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord." It became the running theme of my quiet time.

I had a radical dream of being on a night watch at IHOP Cartersville and the heavens opened and angels were dancing over me. Very much a Jacob's ladder kind of thing. It looked like the northern lights in the middle of the prayer room. I knew then I HAD to be a part of this house. I told Mary about my dream and she was like so your gonna do the internship. It was not a question. I of course balked at the notion and committed to part time prayer room hours. That was early July. The first day of the internship arrived (August 17) and we were leaving DC after The Call. Mary pulled me aside before we hit the road and by the time I got in the van I was an intern. Let me add that only that morning I was almost in tears telling Foster how much I would have loved to do it but I had prayed and told the Lord if He wanted me to that He would have to work it out. How often we must make our Daddy giggle.

Now, I am wrecked and ruined for anything but Him. I've always been a "seer" but my goodness do I see. I am having the time of my life. How do you even convey such revolutionary encounters with the True and Living God. The Creator of the Universe is rocking my paradigm. I am experiencing the suddenlies I've only read about. I don't even recognize who I am or will be or once was. It's awesome. I'm so messed up. I can't continue I need to go worship.