In a country like Kosovo where they are still finding their grounding after the war with Serbia only a short 8 years ago and continual conflicts between cultural differences, it’s not surprise that a lot of darkness remains. Darkness that floods the streets and reigns in the spiritual climate. I experienced this first-hand this past month when anger and frustration began to arise in my heart and I could not pinpoint why. Spiritual welfare is a real thing, but thankfully I have a Father who reveals His love to me in ways that continually leaves me in awe.
I want to share with you a vision the Lord gave me after I pressed into the dark and deep places. I hope it fills you with as much hope and love as it did for me.
I arrived at my secret place with you and it was swarmed by storms. Dark purple and black skies filled the atmosphere and a strong wind that made the golden wheat and trees toss back and forth violently. I was running and shouting, “Papa! Papa! Where are you?” As I called and shouted frantically you face from the heavens looked to me and said, “I am right here. I haven’t left you.”
As I searched for what to do in the storm he told me that I was rooted in him. To run to tree of knowledge and wisdom that was nestled in the middle of the field and to grab hold of the branches and hold on tight. He reminded me that I was strong, rooted, and grounded and that my feet were not going to slip. As I stood there I began to see a wall building up around me. A rock wall formed a circle around me and I was lifted up by a spiral staircase, up and up until I reached the skies and was enclosed with the fortress he had built me. I stood at the top of the fortress looking out from the window into the darkness and great unknown that had arisen so quickly.
As I stood there he reminded me of the countless princess stories of the damsel in distress. How they were locked away in isolation at the top of the stairwell waiting to be rescued. But that his fortress was not like that. That I had already been rescued and free from bonds of isolation. That now I have the freedom to invite others into that safe refuge, that strong tower and that we can fight together. That he was fighting right alongside of me.
And as I stood there he told me to tell the demons to flee. I said those words but nothing happened. He then said, “NO, LOUDER.” Then with all that was within me I shouted those words through the opening of my fortress and the clouds scattered. Light shined through the arched window.
I looked at God and we both smiled and began to run down the spiral staircase. As it winded down and down I looked at the walls in which it was created. In it laid precious stones that shined from the rays of the sun. It wasn’t a tower of distress, it was a tower of delight. One built with the rarest of gems because he delights in me.
As we exit the tower we run through our golden fields together. I look at him and I run and jump into his arms. He wraps his arms around me tightly and cradles me as a child. And I look at what is happening I start to age younger and younger until I am an infant in his arms. He kisses my head and rocks me, all the while looking at me with the care of a mother and father.
Then I am brought to a moment where my mother is in the delivery room. My dad beside her, but then He walks into the room. Casually through the door, he strides right in and He comes around to the side of the bed, kneels down, and rests his hand on her womb and says “I have set you apart. I have chosen you.”
I am and have always been a child of God.
