Speaking His Love

I have experienced the Spirit of God come over someone about 5 times in the last 16 years, mainly through my loving husband, either while he was praying or worshipping/singing. It has been different every time. An overwhelming empathy comes over him, where he actually feels the person’s pain. On two occasions I was the only witness. Knowing my husband so well, I knew that it was only God anointing him in that way. On other occasions, there were other witnesses where an instance similar to Numbers 11:17 occurred, where God took the Spirit that was on the leader and put it on the followers. For example, once there were about 8 of us praying in a home, when the Spirit fell upon us. There was a sense of incredible peace upon everyone - a heavy anointing. We sat in awe silently for 5 minutes after. The experience was so unbelievable, that not a word has been spoken about it since. Looking back, it strikes me as sad how people do not know how to react when they are not used to His presence. I felt like, "Wow! What just happened? Now what do we do?"

I had only ever felt the anointing of the Spirit with my husband present, so I sort of relied on his ability to "tap into it." And when you feel it, you want so much to live there forever, to never let it go. And when it is gone, you are in total awe of what just happened. Intellectually, I knew that the Spirit could manifest in any form or fashion, whenever or wherever He wanted. But I didn't really accept that in my heart until I had an experience without my husband present beside me. This occurred in February '08 when I went to receive a prophetic word about myself from God from a prayer team at Calvary Community Church. This was a special session that I signed up for after attending one of their Ministry Team Training conferences.

As I entered a room with 4 people whom I had never met before, I thought they would tell me "OK, let's be quiet for a minute and listen to God, to see what He has to say". Well, I had no sooner sat myself in the chair than the first woman began to speak. She spoke of an explosion of force. Then the man beside her described the force being like a drag racing car taking off on the start line. The wheels spin off of the pavement, burn out, then take off in full force as their tires make contact. As he was describing this, the look on his face was quizzical. I felt that he was wondering if I wouldn't understand what he was talking about. He was getting a picture of a drag race car, but would a woman know anything about that? I just nodded my head, purposefully not giving him much feedback because I didn't want to react to what he was saying.

The woman who had spoken first also gave the last comment. She said, "I notice you are wearing white socks. You are conservative. God wants you to know you should wear colored socks." I almost fell out of my chair at this point. No one in the entire world knew, except myself, that I had been phasing colored socks out of my sock drawer for six months. I had only white, black, and khaki left, and intended to get rid of the remaining khaki ones.

These people also were unaware that my father is a drag racer. My childhood was spent on many drag strips in the Southern part of the United States. In a sense, the drag strip was my church. I knew exactly what the man on the prayer team was talking about. When the tires of a drag racing car make contact, that's when the power happens. For about six months, I'd been feeling like my wheels were spinning regarding what my role was as support to my husband in his business, and my role as mother to my children. I'd been praying for direction. With the picture of drag racing that the Lord provided, I knew that God knew me intimately and He would take care of me. He was speaking my language to me. TO ME, personally in a way that I would understand! This was HUGE for me. So huge, that I couldn't grasp it and take it all in. I just had to sob with joy! It was absolutely amazing.

God was speaking His love to me through prophecy. Now I had experienced it myself. And now, by the way, I wear colored socks!

-Jenifer