Have Peace! God Commands His Angels to Guard You in All Your Ways.
Thursday, March 19, 2020 My dear brothers and sisters ~ In this very unusual season...
Thursday, March 19, 2020
My dear brothers and sisters ~
In this very unusual season we are going through, I want to share with you a remarkable event I experienced one week ago. On Thursday, March 12, at six o’clock a.m., I was visited by a member of Heaven’s Angel Army.
Before I tell you my story, I want to preference it with this scripture from the Apostle Paul, which I believe speaks meaningfully to this experience.
“ I have not stopped thanking God for you. I pray for you constantly, asking God, the glorious Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, to give you spiritual wisdom and insight so that you might grow in your knowledge of God. I pray that your hearts will be flooded with light so that you can understand the confident hope he has given to those he called—his holy people who are his rich and glorious inheritance.
“I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms.” (Ephesians 1:16-20 )
In the days leading up to the beginning of this Lenten season, I began to hear God speaking the words, “Press in,” to my heart. I had just completed leading a six-week bible study and felt I had already been pressing into scripture—at great length—and was somewhat confused by this prompting. But I kept hearing the words and experienced several confirmations, so I agreed to “press in.”
Instead of the usual giving-up-something-for-Lent practice, I decided to give even more of myself to God. To seek his presence—to feel him, see him, hear him, touch him. I equate this level of pressing in with something I have witnessed in people praying at the Western Wall in Jerusalem. People who approach the wall with incredible intimacy, pressing their faces, their cheeks, their hands, their entire bodies against the Wall, as if it is the very heart of God. That kind of pressing in.
And so, I’ve spent hours a day in prayer and in the scriptures. God led me to pray Psalm 91 each morning and evening, which I’ve done faithfully, and have recommended this practice to friends and family members as well. One of the things I have especially asked for during this time of pressing in is for continued supernatural manifestations of God in my life. For years I have asked God to let me see into the heavenly realm, to open my eyes to see as Elijah opened the eyes of his servant Elisha. Psalm 91:11 tells us that God “will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways,” and I have particularly asked that someday, God would permit me to see one of his angels.
I went to bed the night of Wednesday, March 11, and as usual, slept soundly… until 5:15 a.m. on March 12. I awakened feeling restless—very unusual for me. I realized I was alone in the bedroom. My husband, Guy, suffers from restless legs occasionally and will go out into the living room to rest on the couch so as not to disturb my sleep. Trying to lull myself back to sleep, I began to pray for my friends and family…but that just made my brain go off in all different directions. After about forty minutes, still wide awake, I decided to close my eyes and start praying the Lord’s prayer..very slowly..very purposely..again and again. The last time I said this prayer, I paused on the words, “Hallowed be thy name,” and began to repeat, “Holy is your name…Holy is your name…”
Suddenly, I heard a tremendous, two-part explosion..sounding like a cross between a thunderous crash and a musical sound, similar to the blast of a trumpet. WHOMP—WHOMP. Simultaneously, my ears popped—like when the pressure changes on an airplane. My eyes flew open. I lay there on my side, looking toward the fireplace/back wall of the bedroom, still as a mouse, thinking, surely Guy is going to come running in here any second. There’s no way he could not have heard that!
I noticed something strange about the section of window shutters on the far left side of the wall…the top section was missing, and an intense blue light was shining through the opening. I reasoned something had just crashed into the house, knocking a window-like hole in the wall. I also heard the distinct sound of rushing water, like a huge waterfall was just outside the wall. I remember thinking, I hope no water is coming into the house and began to raise up to take a look at the floor.
This is when I realized I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even lift my head off the pillow. Before I had time to fully come to grips with that, the intense blue light coming from the opening in the wall came fully into the bedroom, creating a pillar of blue light from floor to ceiling. Inside the pillar, a figure began to appear. As I watched, an enormous angel appeared, silhouetted by the light. He stood in profile to me at first. He was at least 8 feet tall, if not more. The first thing I noticed was long, wildly curly locks of hair that fell below his shoulders. He had numerous long weapons strapped to his back and wore a knee-length tunic of sorts, comprised of overlapping leaf-like shaped sections. It may have been some sort of metal because it glinted with reflections of the blue light. From my place on the bed, I could not see his feet. All the while, the sound of rushing water filled my ears.
As my mind tried to grasp what I was seeing, I asked in just above a whisper, “Who is this?” The visitor turned slightly toward me as if waiting for me to fully comprehend who/what he was. He seemed patient, yet I had the district impression he had somewhere to go. It was then I fully realized I was actually in the presence of a warrior angel, and that God truly was opening my eyes to let me see into his realm. As I let out a gasp and an “Ohhhh…” the angel promptly vanished. My room returned to normal and all was quiet.
My whole body tingled from head to toe with “goosebumps,” which has long been a sign to me that the Holy Spirit has drawn near. Not once had I experienced any fear. I lay there for a moment, completely overwhelmed, whispering, “Thank you, Lord,” over and over. I was left with an immediate and humbling realization—never in my life have I felt so small, fragile, and yes…unworthy. The atmosphere of holiness in the room during this experience was mind-boggling in its power. I’m certain that had I been able to move during this event, I would have fallen facedown on the floor under the weight of God’s presence. The scripture from Romans 14:11speaks to this truth.
“It is written:
‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord,
‘every knee will bow before me;
every tongue will acknowledge God.’”
Slowly, I discovered I could move again. The first thing I did was sit up and collect my thoughts. I grabbed my bedside clock to see what time it was .. six o’clock a.m. When I felt I could get out of bed and walk with still-trembling knees, I went out into the living room to find my husband. I wanted some company. I found him sound asleep—he obviously hadn’t heard a thing. I awakened him and said, “Guy, I’ve just seen an angel!”
During this past week, I have taken much time to pray about this experience. To let it sink in, and to think about what it means to me, and possibly, to all of us.
The first thing I did while sipping my coffee that remarkable morning was to ponder about the sound of rushing water that was so prevalent before and during the angel’s appearance. On a whim, I googled the words “angel visitation and rushing water” and was led to a couple of scriptures that provided a remarkable revelation. The first was Ezekiel 43:2-4.
“And I saw the glory of the God of Israel coming from the east. His voice was like the roar of rushing waters, and the land was radiant with his glory. The vision I saw was like the vision I had seen when he came to destroy the city and like the visions I had seen by the Kebar River, and I fell facedown. The glory of the Lord entered the temple through the gate facing east.”
His voice was like the roar of rushing waters. Those words spiritually wrecked me. No words were spoken during this visitation experience, yet I had heard the voice of God. No words were needed. What my heart understood was this: “My little girl wanted to see. So let’s let her see.” So. Much. Love.
Ezekiel continues, telling of the radiant glory of God approaching from the east and entering the temple. Our bedroom faces east, and the intense blue light approached from the east and entered in. My house is not God’s temple, but the heart, mind, and spirit of a believer is his temple. Our faith is the gate through which God can enter into with all of his glorious presence. Praise God!
I was also led to Revelation 14:2.
“Then I looked, and there before me was the Lamb, standing on Mount Zion, and with him 144,000 who had his name and his Father’s name written on their foreheads. And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.”
The appearance of the Lord. Rushing waters. A loud peal of thunder. A sound like music. The moment that the realm of heaven entered into my time and space, it shifted the atmosphere with a crash/musical noise and the sound of rushing waters. I’ll never forget this sound, and if I ever hear it again, I’ll know that heaven has drawn near. Praise God!
I also have spent time this week thinking about what fragile creatures we really are. We are fallen, and we are unworthy, as Isaiah cried out when he found himself in the presence of the Lord:
“In the year that King Uzziah died, I clearly saw the Lord. He was seated on his exalted throne, towering high above me. His long, flowing robe of splendor spread throughout the templet. Standing above him were the angels of flaming fire, each with six wings: with two wings they covered their faces in reverence, with two wings they covered their feet, and with two wings they flew. And one called out to another, saying:
‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God,
Commander of Angel Armies!
The whole earth is filled with his glory!’
The thunderous voice of the fiery angels caused the foundations of the thresholds to tremble as the cloud of glory filled the temple!
Then I stammered and said, ‘Woe is me! I’m destroyed—doomed as a sinful man! For my words are tainted and I live among people who talk the same way. King Yahweh, Commander of Angel Armies! My eyes have gazed upon him!’” (Isaiah 6:1-5)
BUT, in our sin and weakness, we have every reason to REJOICE! Because we are cleansed of our sin and redeemed by the sacrificial love of Jesus Christ. And we are so much loved by God, that he commands his angels concerning us, to guard us in all our ways.
By the grace of God, I met one of those angels last week. To say he was formidable is an understatement. And he is one of a multitude dispatched by the Kingdom of Heaven on our behalf. For me, and for you. His angels are fiercely fighting for us at this very moment, during this very uncertain time. And if God is for us, who can be against us? No one and no thing. Praise God!
I will leave you with one final thought. Easter is coming. We are going to celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. And there is one thing I learned in this angel encounter about the resurrected bodies of believers. As I experienced the overwhelming power of heaven in my bedroom, I was struck by the thought that there is no way we can exist in heaven—with Jesus, his mighty angels, and all the power and glory of heaven—without bodies that are far more glorified than I ever imagined possible. What wonders await us as inheritors of the Kingdom! Praise God!
And so, dear brothers and sisters, let us throw aside our doubts and fears of all things worldly. Let us press in, opening our hearts, minds, and spirits to the truth of the supernatural nature of God and his great and powerful love and care for us. Let us boldly proclaim the Good News of Jesus Christ to all who need to hear —for the best is yet to come!!!
Be safe. Be well. Be joyful.
~ In HIS Service,
Jennifer Wilder Morgan
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