March 26 2008 7:30 am

Soaking to Grace Williams Heaven’s Rain CD

As I soaked in His presence this morning I found myself walking along one side of a natural river with tall grasses on each side…a lion was walking on one side and I was on the other…I began to feel as if I was rising and could see the river as one would from an aerial viewpoint…instantly I was in the same place but in a heavenly atmosphere…walking along the river…flying over the river only to find myself standing in a field of ripened grain. It was blowing ever so gently.

I became aware of a stem of wheat that was in my hand and the head of grain was very large and ripe. I took it and shook it gently over the palm of my left hand…when the grains fell into my hand they were a golden iridescent color and moved around like little jumping beans…they were alive and moving. I lifted my hand and blew them into the air.

The wind began to blow through the field of grain and the wheat…the heads of grain released their living grains and they flew into the air and saturated it…At this moment the field of grain began to open right in front of me…opening at my feet in a small river flowing from my inner being…it began to widen and widen to flow out beyond what I could see…getting wider and wider…I became aware of a very large angel behind me with enormous wings lifted up and around me as if to hide me, encircle me, and protect me as this living water flowed from me…I sensed the angel was sent to hide me in the Secret Place…the living grain filling the air took on wings to fly…water began to move out of the grassy banks of the river flowing from me and seeped and flowed out through the field of wheat….

As I sit here typing—soaking I sense the angel and I are in the middle—in the midst of an endless field of grain yet I am aware of majestic mountains in the background, so far away yet so close in my perception…the angel’s wings are moving up, out and back in to create movement over me and in me and as this movement flows through me the grain continues to move like a stage of beautiful dancers and is continuously emanating living grains. The grains fill the air like snow when it falls…only it isn’t falling…it is flying, rising up and going out, saturating every unclaimed space of the atmosphere.

The atmosphere is saturated and the angel, the grain, the river and I are suspended in mid air over the earth as if we are on a cloud above the land, above the earth and the living grains are rising up and falling over like a fountain, like a rainfall onto the earth. We are moving like a boat would down a river and the impartation continues as the angel encompasses me in the Secret Place.

I see stars and moons…I see sun and wind…I see liquid light…liquid color…bands of color moving and forming…like a magic carpet ride as I ride I am journeying to a place…the river is gone…the field of grain is gone…it is just me and I am flying and the angel is above me flying with me…flying through the night…through the stars…through time…to a door…an ancient door…light is shining from under the bottom of the door and I hear…I see it being opened to a place of intense light and a path starts at the threshold of the door. I am beginning to stand upright on the other side of the threshold and the angel is still behind me, but for only a moment and he turns around and flies away…and the door closes behind me and I am hidden away behind the door whose cross members are the hewn wood of the Cross.

Jesus comes and I am aware of Him. We walk off to the right on a path to a meadow with a small pool and recline in the grass among buttercups and daisies. He looks at me and I look at Him and He grins as He holds a stem of wheat in His mouth and chews on it…He is grinning like He knows some secret…I hear Him speak to me yet He says not a word…time to rest He says…time to chew on the grain…time to eat from what you have sewn…and then He lays back and closes His eyes and I do too. I feel the sun on my face…I hear soft music and I rest…all is well….