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By Vince Martella
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I steal away here most days, when I can. The peace I feel here is incredible. The weight of the world is lifted when I walk among the ferns and tall oak trees, with their green leaves swaying softly in the breeze. I feel I can unburden my heart here, with no condemnation or retribution.
As I reach the cool water’s edge, I slip off my shoes and rest my feet in the water. My body and soul are both refreshed as I take in the richness of the atmosphere. These times are precious, and I must fight to gain access here. I pour my heart out and receive strength as I commune with my God.
Shoes in hand, I stroll toward the meadow, where I lay in the tall grass and stare at the various cloud formations. As I relax, I feel free to ask all the questions that burden my soul: how will I pay this bill, what are my children dealing with, is my spouse happy…? Each question is met with an overwhelming sense of provision – “My grace is sufficient for thee.” Sometimes I receive specific directions or information; most times I just know that everything is under control.
Joy consumes me as I stand in the warm sunshine. The atmosphere is charged with His Presence as I lift my hands and drink it in. The melodies of heaven blow softly around me, and I’m swept into a cocoon of intimacy. Time has no bearing here; there is just Him and I. The clouds seem to come down from the heavens and envelope me. A warm substance like oil pours through me, from the top of my head to my feet. Enraptured, I lift my voice and begin to hum praises. I want to stay right here in this healing atmosphere forever, knowing and being known intimately.
But I know I cannot. Even as I strive to hold on to this moment, I can feel the invasion beginning, far, far away. I push aside the thought, and press in again to His Presence. But it’s too late. I can feel it coming. On the fringes of my spirit, I can sense a rumbling. My peace begins to slip away as I become aware of my surroundings. The ground quakes and the healing oil dries up. The Presence is leaving. I desperately try to recapture the anointing, but it’s gone. I fall to my knees and cry out. My time is up; the moment has passed.
The very atmosphere around me begins to melt as the invasion draws near. I become aware of a shrill cry where solitude had been. Fear and confusion begin to creep in. I try to get my bearings, but the sound is getting louder. Looking out into the distance, I can see the ground, the trees, literally falling into nothingness. I run back toward the lake, only to find that it is slowly disappearing in a swirling crater in the center. I run past to the grassy glade where I first arrived, and fall to my knees in exhaustion. The end is inevitable. I have no choice but to surrender myself to the invaders. As the droning sound permeates my entire being, I can feel myself being sucked away. Floating between two worlds, I try desperately to hold on, but it’s no use. Blackness closes in as a power like a tractor beam tears me from my surroundings. The droning sound is unbearable now and it compels me to react.
I become aware of my physical senses and reach out in the darkness. My hand touches something solid as the blackness begins to lift. Slowly, my vision returns. I lift my phone off of the nightstand. The piercing drone has quieted to a gentle hum now. I slide the arrow right and turn off the alarm.
I sit upright, rub my eyes and assess the damage. Time to face another day, with all its pressures, problems and frustrations. I awake smiling, still feeling a trickle of peace and joy and knowing that a return trip is always available if I will make the time.
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