I just walked out of a room that became sacred ground. I just walked out of a room where Holy Spirit was present, and moving. I just walked out of a room where an incredibly small, and incredibly powerful taste of heaven broke through our reality.
In short…I just experienced God’s unequaled holiness. I’ve often considered 
during worship that I may be on holy territory. I’ve often had a taste of Holy Spirit moving and doing things when believers are gathered together. And I’ve “heard” from God as He’s spoken directly and personally to my heart.
Tonight was reminiscent of none of that. The only way to describe it was God’s holy presence. God’s prophetic movement. God’s being I AM and allowing us to experience just a minor, minor taste of what that actually is. I was all at once not wanting to be there, because it was so beyond my pathetic humanity….it was glory. Yet, my spirit knew this was part of what it was created for. To experience God. To know Him. Deeply.
It was heaven. Or a small peek at heaven. Like being tickled by heaven if that makes any sense. I don’t think it does, but it’s the best I can express it.
I hope and pray some of you know what I’m talking about…and I hope and pray EVERYONE, EVERYONE gets to be led to a place such as this. Please God, please.
Just for the record…tonight was part of River City Church’s three days of prayer and worship. The time I’m rambling on about happened during a two hour session of live worship…which was amazing. And at one point, as one of the singers started speaking aloud Ezekiel 1 (which is admittedly a little bizarre and hard to grasp), something in me woke up and realized what was happening was prophetic. And not just prophetic, but heavenly prophetic. As in, it sounded as though the words, the music, the emotion were all pouring out of heaven. And it was at that point I realized the 10 of us in that room were experiencing something incredibly, incredibly holy.
I’m still sort of in shock at the whole thing. It wasn’t what I went for, or was expecting….at all. But I wanted to write about it to say…I am so quick to call God friend, which He is. I’m so quick to call Him Daddy, which He is. I’m so quick to ask for things. I’m so quick to complain about, not knowing His will or plan. I’m so quick to dismiss just a lingering thought about Him during the day. I’m so quick to be caught up in my life, my feelings, my thoughts and anything else involving me.
At which point God’s glory is somehow lost, pushed to the back burner. Which is not only a shame, but misses the whole point of knowing Him, of living for Him, of being so passionate about Him that all else fails to compare.
God is holy. Holy, holy, holy. He is everything. The universe worships Him. Heaven NEVER CEASES to cry out His praise, to worship Him ALL THE TIME. He is glorious, holy and set apart. And my heart was awakened to that tonight. That this life is a magnificent gift, from the most holy, most awesome God. And even the worst life is worth it to even just know he exists. That is how glorious and beautiful and worthwhile He is.
He is everything. I want to know more of that everything. And I want everyone to know that, experience it, and know it as true and real. The only thing true and real.
