This past weekend, Jet and I painted and painted. continuing the process of transforming our run down-shack of a shed into something beautiful.There's always been so much potential there. Though admittedly, my first thought upon seeing it when we bought this house was... "Tear it down. Immediately."
But...instead, I practiced self control, put away the wrecking ball, and agreed to fix it up.
So with paintbrushes in hand, we set to work. And as we painted in unison, we shared our hearts. talking about what the Lord has been doing. what our frustrations have been regarding unseen Promises. how our prayer life needed to step up. how we needed to go about calling into the Now the things that God has continued to promise to us over and over again. things that we've yet to see manifest.
Then there was comfortable silence as our inner thoughts wrapped around all that we'd been sharing.
Immediately, the Lord brought to mind a dream/vision I had well over a year ago (maybe two?). A vision where an angel prophesied in a booming voice over Jet about a specific anointing on his life.
Without going into too much detail (because it's Jet's anointing to share...even though it was an angelic visitation in my vision), all I can say is I've never heard that depth of authority in anyone's voice...or seen the look that he had in his eye as he spoke. I can only describe it by saying there was fire in his eyes.
It was powerful. and very much real. And in a split second, God brought all of that back as I silently painted the once-beaten-up shed.
The moment my mind had finished reviewing the vision, Jet spoke up, breaking the silence: "Did I just feel a raindrop?!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, a single drop hit my shoulder. "Uh-huh. You did. And I just felt one too." And then nothing for a few seconds.
Another drop on my shoulder. And his. Then nothing for about 30 seconds. And then another drop. ...About seven to ten drops on each of us over a span of a couple of minutes. And then once again, nothing.
During this little "sprinkling," we both started to wonder if it wasn't something of a Heavenly Outpouring. Because the sky was completely blue. extremely sunny. and most definitely cloudLESS for miles. There was nothing above us. And no visible water on us even when a drop would distinctly fall.
Trust me, I looked. closely.
"Jet, I don't want to be hyper-spiritual or anything. I really don't want to be flighty, but I also don't want to ignore what the Lord may be doing. ... I really think these are Drops from Heaven.
I don't understand it. But I do know that right before you felt the first drop, God has brought back to my mind the vision where the angel forcefully prophesied over you.... (more specifics said to Jet)... and then immediately after you mentioned the raindrop, a single drop hit my shoulder..."
Still, I don't understand it all. But I'm not bothered. Only excited. Because who can fathom the depths of our God? Who can make sense of the creative communication and deeds of our Lord? Yet. though my mind can't come to terms with it all...my spirit clings to the belief that He was anointing us. and allowing us to physically feel his drops of anointing fall from Heaven's Storehouses.
And I trust that the word spoken by the Angelic Messenger in my vision is being stirred up in Jet. That he is being prepared to fulfill that which God has called him to be... to do.
Just like our rickety shed, I believe the Father is in the process of rebuilding us. restoring broken parts. patching rough edges. covering and strengthening the weak boards. transforming our run down-shack of a temple into something beautiful. sturdy. powerful.
I believe he's ready to fill us. preparing us to walk in that which He first called us to.
