Anyone who has even been envolved with YWAM at all knows that “peace and quiet” is practically impossible to find unless you are in your room, and sometimes that’s not even a option. Here in Townsville, it isn’t always a option for me. Since the electricity is so expensive and the base is so big, the air conditioning isn’t turned on until 9:30PM in the rooms, so everywhere is hot– I ask myself daily why I enjoy it here so much. To be honest, even the designated time for “quiet time” on schedules is rarely quiet.
But that’s not the peace and quiet I’m talking about- I can make due with the actual quiet time I can get. The peace and quiet I’m talking about here has everything to do with my heart.
Since I got here, I’ve felt like I was always searching for some heart-changing thing. And like I’ve heard many, many times, I need to learn to rest and just sit.
The other day (if you read my last update), you’ll know that I basically threw a spiritual tantrum because God wasn’t giving me answers that I wanted to hear. I sat in that prayer room for hours until God clearly told me to rest and just spend time with him.
Now, what I didn’t write about is a way I’ve been communicating with God occasionally when I needed a little something. I’d sit, and simply say “God, I’m going to start writing and if there is anything you want to say, have me write it down“, of course at the time, what I ended up with wasn’t what I wanted to hear or read. It was all about resting, Him being present and hearing me, and all that stuff. So remember this.
After I made a post about my spiritual tantrum on Facebook, Christina, a women from my DTS school told me she had to talk to me about it. So I sorta put that conversation on the back burner, it was hot and miserable outside and I just wanted to cool down. But after relaxing for a bit, I found her during dinner. She simply wanted to tell me that a few weeks earlier, she had been asking for very specific answers from God (like I was), and wasn’t happy with getting the answer to simply rest. She got an image of sitting on His lap, like a daughter would sit with her father, and him hugging her– and every time she would try to ask her question in various ways, he would stop her and remind her to rest.
Now back to my writing strategy, the first time I did this. It didn’t seem that significant at the time, but I wrote;
“Come, Sina, come and sit on my knee while you rest.”
Almost exactly the same image that Christina had gotten weeks earlier and she didn’t even know I had gotten that message.
Now usually I wouldn’t pay much attention to this, getting a very, very, very (almost identical) image and/or message. But here’s what sets this apart– this is the second time that this has happened between Christina and I.
Two weeks ago, when I thought God was being silent, on Friday of Clear Conscience week, we were having worship time. It was incredibly intense, and while in the group, I prayed for a bit of insight into the spiritual realm because there had been a ton of (and still was) spiritual warfare going on, and I vividly got the image of dozens of angels surrounding the group with their backs turned to us. At the time I thought that was odd, that they had their backs turned to us. But then what I didn’t know at the time, a friend of mine (who was battling a ton of spiritual warfare at the time), had gotten so overwhelmed by the worship and the presence of the Holy Spirit, that she had to remove herself from the group. So she was sitting outside the group of us, outside the perimeter of the angels that I had vividly seen. It was like the angels wanted to be with the group, they wanted to be worshiping with us; but they couldn’t turn their backs on the girl outside the group. A ton happened after that, but that’s not my piece to tell.
Then maybe two days later (give or take a few), Christina shared with the class that she had gotten a vivid image of angels around the group at worship. Almost exactly like the image I had gotten.
So there was three occasions where we had gotten similar, almost identical experience. The word rest, the image of being on Gods lap, and a circle of angels. Does it mean anything? Maybe, maybe not. We might never know. But one thing is for sure, I’ve gotten some serious peace and quiet in my heart right now from the response I got from God in the prayer room and the confirmation (if that’s what you want to call it) from Christina.