Over the last two weeks, I have been finding lots of little pieces of paper. And on those pieces of paper are promises that I have found in Scripture over the years. All these promises that I have grabbed in my life seem to be coming back to me, as if they were mile markers, letting me know that a destination, a fulfillment is coming near. Its funny because it doesn’t feel as if that’s true, even though my heart and soul scream out that yes, fulfillment is coming. The door is opening, very, very soon.
I had an issue with my car last week and it was expensive and time-consuming. I borrowed my mother’s car and ran the errands I needed to while my car was being repaired. As I drove, an insect, that looked rather like a locust landed on the windshield and stayed there. For over 5 minutes, this bug, about an inch and a half long, flapped its wings on the center of the windshield, apparently not bothered by the movement of its landing place.
I felt, rather than heard, “I will repay what the locusts have eaten.” being spoken.
After I picked up my car from the mechanic, I went for a walk, trying not to panic about the cost of what I’d just had done to my car. As I walked, I saw a scene unfold in my mind, of the throne room of God. I was standing next to the throne, with Jesus beside me, His arm around my shoulders. In front of the throne, standing defiantly before Father God was the enemy and he was pointing a finger at me. He (the enemy) looked like a prince from babylonian times, handsome after a fashion, yet a a horribly poor imitation of the beauty of Christ.
The enemy kept speaking and when he spoke, little bursts of fire, like cannon balls came out of his mouth towards me. But those missiles never reached me, instead dispersing in the atmosphere, un-exploded. I didn’t say anything; I didn’t have to. I looked down at myself and I was dressed in a the most beautiful purple gown, trimmed in gold. A weight was on my head; I reached up to feel a crown of pearls there. My arms, my shoulders, my face, my hands, all of my skin that was exposed in the light of the throne room was stained with the blood of Jesus. That’s why the lies of the enemy fizzled out before they reached me.
Suddenly, I turned away from the enemy, because my spirit heard something. My Father had issued an invitation that was as quiet as a butterfly’s wings, yet it boomed out as loud as thunder, drowning out the enemy. My Father invited me to take my place. Eagerly I climbed the throne, perhaps a little ungainly, yet with the help of Jesus and the Holy Spirit I made it to the arm rest. Daddy opened His hand and I sat down, surrounded by the fingers that created the heavens and the earth; this hand that formed all things, that had purposefully designed my life. I cannot say that I was comfortable, for the power in His hand is incredible, awe-inspiring and absolutely breath-taking. Yet there is no other place that I want to be. It is there that I am whole.
I finished my walk and those wonderful images faded. I do not think it was just about me, I think it was about all of us, the body. We are walking into a season where what was stolen, is being repaid. What died is being resurrected. What has yet to be will become.
The passage of scripture I heard in my spirit is from Joel 2:25-27.
“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten—
the great locust and the young locust,
the other locusts and the locust swarm—
my great army that I sent among you.
You will have plenty to eat, until you are full,
and you will praise the name of the Lord your God,
who has worked wonders for you;
never again will my people be shamed.
Then you will know that I am in Israel,
that I am the Lord your God,
and that there is no other;
never again will my people be shamed.
I read that promise and I am filled with hope, but even more so when I read the next passage. For first comes the promise of restoration, which is an amazing blessing in and of itself; but then the even more extravagant gift, revealing the heart of our Father’s desire to hold us so close, to be among us, to be in us. From Joel 2:28-29
“And afterward,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your old men will dream dreams,
your young men will see visions.
Even on my servants, both men and women,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days.”
I’ve got great news. We are in “those days”.