05/02/2021
Last night I felt my wife's cold hands rubbing on my legs in bed.
It was 3am in the morning and she was up praying in tongues of fire like always.
Exhausted from the day, I could barely move my body, talk more of getting out of bed to join her.
But then, as I layed in bed deeply asleep, I felt her touch the moment she came to my bedside and held my leg while she was still soaked in a deep conversation with her Father.
Suddenly I was overtaken dream. I saw myself burning, fire all over. I remember coming out of a shopping mall when this fire started, and it was fierce. As I walked on, I began to touch other people I met on the way, the ones I touched caught the fire immediately, and they started to burn too.
I'm not talking about the kind of fire that comes with rage and destruction, not the kind of fire that water can put out, it was the fire of the Holy Ghost.
I was burning, I kept burning, the more I touched people, the more those people caught the fire burning me up.
I did not want to wake up from that transportation into the deep realms, but I did. I woke up, looked at my wife, at that time she was done praying, but I said nothing to her.
Tomorrow night I want to be the
one to stay up praying. I want to kneel by her bedside and hold her legs too, while soaked in deep conversations with God. I want her to feel what I felt when she held my legs last night and burned me up with tongues of the Spirit. I want to give her that flaming experience, because she deserves it.
This is usually the point in my teachings where I'll write a beautiful conclusion and draw a deep message from my narrative, but not tonight.
I don't know whatever lesson you want to draw from this encounter, but I'm trusting the Holy Spirit to minister to your heart right now, a strange dimension than you've ever felt before, one that will burn you up and set you in deep flames of the spirit.
