The Visitation


The wind blows wherever it wants. Just as you can hear the wind but can’t tell where it comes from or where it is going, so you can’t explain how people are born of the Spirit.” John 4:6

It was in December and the needle had just touched down on the album I was playing……that’s how you know this was years ago. It was albums and cassette tapes back then, not CDs. I remember looking out the window and seeing the ghostly white  fog as it enveloped the street. I felt cloaked in it, safe almost. The neighborhood seemed hushed, shrouded.

As the first strains to O Holy Night filled the air, I may have been praying or I may not have, I really don’t remember. All I do remember was that one minute I was listening to the song, and the next minute the Presence of the Holy Spirit appeared in that room. The words to that song were like hammer blows to my heart.

My soul was pierced. I didn’t see Jesus on the cross, but somehow I felt the magnitude of what He did and the depth and weight of His love was overwhelming. It was the deepest sense of humility I have ever felt before or since, and all I could do was bow my head to the ground and weep.

I thought about all the times in the Bible when angels revealed themselves and all the people could do was fall at their feet. I wept and cried from a place deeper than I ever thought possible. It was confusing, it was beautiful, and it was agony in the Spirit all at once because I felt the sorrow of God like an offering.

Wave upon wave it engulfed me. And it could have lasted 5 minutes or it may have been an hour. I lost track of time.

I remember the song ending  and I desperately didn’t want that Presence to leave so I played it again, and He stayed for a little while but then like a vapor He was gone. Like the Spirit on the day of Pentecost, He came and went like the wind.

And sometimes I still try to figure out why.

Why that particular day, why me?

And then I accept it once again for what it was……..a gracious gift from a God who loves me. If I ever doubted His presence before, I never did after that day. It remains a pure and untarnished moment as clear now as when it first happened all those years ago when Heaven came down.

How about you? Do you have a similar story of a time in your life when God came near? I would love to hear about it.

5 thoughts on “The Visitation

  1. Hi Lori,
    No, I have never had an experience like that. But I do have an experience I would like to share. It was New Years day, January 1, 2009. Two months earlier my wife passed away and I was laid off from work 2 days apart. This New Years day, I was still unemployed and the job market not good. I decided to take my Bible and go to North Mountain Park here in Phoenix. I was remembering a time when my wife and I had shared a nice little lunch at this park almost a year before. As I set there I began to read God’s Word and cry out to Him. I was pleading for a job. I remember Him speaking to me. No, I did not hear voices or anything, but He spoke into my spirit. “Fear not, I will open up a job for you quickly.” I felt peace and comfort knowing I unemployment was about to end. A few days later I received a call, someone saw my resume on the internet. It was about a week later I was at work. And to this day, I am still have that job. God is good!

    Thank you for sharing and God bless,

    1. I have to say, it was the most incredible thing in the world. I still wonder why, and now that I think about it? I don’t know that I have ever asked Him. That is something I need to ask in prayer I think. Thank you for commenting, Ken!

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