I have a friend, who believes she has ME, who, perhaps because of her physical limitations, is forced into closer communion with God. She is very prophetic. We prayed together just before I went to Ireland, and she said that she had an image of a waterfall cascading down on me during my travels.
Well, it did. I woke up with a dream image, and wrote a short book based on it,”The Church Which Had Too Much.”
Holidays are very creative periods for me. I pray a lot. I reconnect with God. I get his direction for the next term. I tweak my life. I allow God to tweak my spirit. I come back, full of ideas and focus.
I am travelling again very soon. What I really need is the waterfall to cascade down on me again, not just on my mind, creativity and imagination, those shadowy realms in which our spirit and God’s spirit meet and intersect, but also on my heart and spirit, for I need healing, I need wisdom, and, most of all, I need God to pour his Spirit into my spirit, so that I have some of his love for people–for, in and of myself, I have little.
