Yesterday, on the way into church, I got splashed by a spray of cold water droplets on my cheek as I was rolling from my bus to the church. I was still in the parking lot. I looked for rain clouds, but it was a bright sunny morning with a clear sky. I wheeled onto the sidewalk, and it happened again, this time on my arm. I smiled, and realized it was angels being playful with me! I went inside the church, and participated in morning prayer. Afterwards, my friend, Steve bopped me on the forehead, and said, “The Lord told me to go over there touch you on your forehead and say, ‘let the living waters come forth!’”
Care pastor Wayne preached a great sermon on how God is our real Father, and never harms us, nor causes anything bad to happen.
After church, I prayed for two people. One was a classmate from Bethel who was visiting my church. Another was a gal who has been to my church a few times. After I prayed for each of them, tears of joy and healing poured from their eyes. Living water. My prayers for them came from a place I can only describe as the peanut butter on the roof of my heart. The presence of God was so thick in my heart, I knew my prayers were going to be answered.