One day during a service one of our Pastor’s, Pastor Kathy, called together a special night of prayer. We were in the middle of making plans to make a movie. When we got there, for our prayer service, we started to worship the Lord, in song with the worship team leading, as was our normal way we did prayer.
Then Pastor Kathy told us all to go to a deeper place of prayer. At that point some of the people who were part of the prayer team came down to the floor, off the stage, where the rest of us were. They were asked to step off the stage and pray that we would have the ability to go to a deeper place with the Lord in intersession.
Casey put her hand on me, as I was standing up, she placed her hands on my belly and shouted a word or words like, deeper. Then walked away and continued touching others and speaking words that changed people's ability to reach into heaven and pull down something tangible, to change our situation.
After she touched me, what felt like a whirlwind in my guts pulled me down to the floor. I started crying deep, deep cries of anguish for the things of God. I remember the music continuing to play while people sang, cried, and prayed. Then as I laid there with deeper sounds of moaning and groaning coming from a deep place within, like the sounds of someone giving birth, it happened.
I heard what seemed like 1,000 instruments. I heard high pitched, piercing sounds accompanied with the lowest tones I had ever heard harmonizing. It sounded like hundreds of drums, loud, deep, strong, with different timings and rhythm. I did not hear singing I only heard instruments. Then intermittently I heard loud crashing sounds like two cars colliding. It almost sounded like a crash cymbal, but more like a car crash.
As I now lay on the floor what seemed like for hours I kept thinking; who is playing that awesome music? Then, I continued to listen, and hear more sounds. I was amazed at how so many sounds were perfect in harmony, yet unlike any sound I had ever heard. Taken in by the sounds of this electrifying musical orchestra, I also heard electric guitars, like none I’d ever heard before, with the highest pitch notes I’d ever heard, with riffs, and harmonies so precise it’s hard to even put into words or comprehend the speed, pitch, harmonies, and eloquence of such amazing sounds. I kept trying to imagine who could be playing such wonderful sounds at our church, and how did they all get up on the stage while I was laying on the floor? So many questions I had. It sounded like hundreds or more instruments being played. I just can’t fathom these sounds.
Allowing the curiosity to get the best of me, I slowly started to open my eyes. As what seemed liked going from one reality into another, I started to hear myself screaming. How long had I been screaming, I wondered and why am I just now becoming aware of my deep bellowing screams.
After she touched me, what felt like a whirlwind in my guts pulled me down to the floor. I started crying deep, deep cries of anguish for the things of God. I remember the music continuing to play while people sang, cried, and prayed. Then as I laid there with deeper sounds of moaning and groaning coming from a deep place within, like the sounds of someone giving birth, it happened.
I heard what seemed like 1,000 instruments. I heard high pitched, piercing sounds accompanied with the lowest tones I had ever heard harmonizing. It sounded like hundreds of drums, loud, deep, strong, with different timings and rhythm. I did not hear singing I only heard instruments. Then intermittently I heard loud crashing sounds like two cars colliding. It almost sounded like a crash cymbal, but more like a car crash.
As I now lay on the floor what seemed like for hours I kept thinking; who is playing that awesome music? Then, I continued to listen, and hear more sounds. I was amazed at how so many sounds were perfect in harmony, yet unlike any sound I had ever heard. Taken in by the sounds of this electrifying musical orchestra, I also heard electric guitars, like none I’d ever heard before, with the highest pitch notes I’d ever heard, with riffs, and harmonies so precise it’s hard to even put into words or comprehend the speed, pitch, harmonies, and eloquence of such amazing sounds. I kept trying to imagine who could be playing such wonderful sounds at our church, and how did they all get up on the stage while I was laying on the floor? So many questions I had. It sounded like hundreds or more instruments being played. I just can’t fathom these sounds.
Allowing the curiosity to get the best of me, I slowly started to open my eyes. As what seemed liked going from one reality into another, I started to hear myself screaming. How long had I been screaming, I wondered and why am I just now becoming aware of my deep bellowing screams.
I could hear the rumblings of the other people shouting, crying, screaming, singing, praying. The sound of the music was gone and when I looked up on stage to see this marvelous band, what I saw shocked me with disbelief, is sad one person, James, playing an acoustic guitar singing. How could this be? Where did all the instrumentalists go?
I then began to cry because I realized my curiosity to see, stopped what I was allowed to be part of in the spiritual realm. I couldn’t sleep the entire night. I went home and read the entire book of revelation. Everything I got to be part of is written in that book. I almost called our worship leader, Dustin Smith, to ask him if he had ever heard the sound of heaven. He has a song where the lyrics are, “I can hear the sound of heaven, it's the sound of a mighty crashing wave......”
Much more happened, but I will save that for another entry. The point and only point to this story is something happens with a spirit of revival that doesn’t happen outside of revival. We are allowed to see, hear, know, and be part of something that most will never get to. God is real and heaven is closer than you think. I am convicted to write about all that I have been allowed to experience. To help build your faith and hunger, with the understanding that more does exist.
On another note, what we were praying for, we received. We were told later that week that we had faced an impossible situation, and within I believe one day, the situation changed. God is good, He is only good and His plans for us all are good. We really don’t deserve to know or see anything but, God in all of his grace allows us small glimpses of heavenly places.
Thank you Lord for your divine grace,
Michelle
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