A Prayer Room, a Piano and a Prince

Have you read my last post? If not, I would highly recommend it, because it provides the context for what I'm going to be sharing in this post. And you'll also notice some remarkable similarities between the way that God spoke to me on that occasion and in this one. But I'll give a brief intro... 

A few weeks ago while trainers from Restoring The Foundations were here at YWAM LA I had the opportunity to go through three sessions of ministry for what they call Soul/Spirit Hurts. The ministry is a prayer process where you ask God to lead you back to a hurtful memory and allow Him to bring healing.

I closed my eyes and prayed for God to take me back to wherever He wanted to take me. After a few moments, I saw myself inside of the prayer chapel at the YWAM LA campus. I was 21 and it was during my Discipleship Training School. I was surprised to find God leading me here because this was actually a really good memory. I had just been reading in 2 Corinthians 1:8-10 and God was speaking deeply to me about the hurts and mistakes of my past. Despite all of my rebellion and brokenness, He had never stopped loving me. He had redeemed me back into right relationship with Him. It was an awesome time of encountering God's love. Pretty good memory, right? What else did God wanna show me?

Well, I asked Jesus to come into the memory...

I was in a small side room in the prayer chapel that had an old stand up piano inside. I walked in and there He was, peaceful and beautiful, playing away on the piano. "I've been waiting for you". For years He'd been waiting, playing His song for me. He wrote down a piece of sheet music and slipped it into the back of a Bible, telling me that I was a part of His story. There was a cushion in the middle of the floor where I had been praying, and I saw heavenly, golden light shining on it. "I've prepared a place for you". There was a silver bowl in front of me that caught all of my tears as I knelt down and prayed. Jesus took the bowl, poured it out onto the piano keys and continued to play. This might sound familiar to what He did in my last memory. He took my pain and redeemed it into something beautiful. It was just another part of His love song for me.

Then I asked Him to take me to the Father...

The top of the piano opened up and there was radiant, golden light shining out from within. The Father had been there all along. Jesus said to me, "the Father is the song. I just sing the song". That's a fun one to ponder. It was quite the mind-blow.

Jesus had come. The Father had come. It was time to revisit the original memory and see how it had changed.

When I walked back into the room everyone was there. The Father, the Spirit and the Son. They were singing, "We love you, and We'll never stop. All this is for you..." (from the song When You Walk Into the Room by Bryan and Katie Torwalt). I was there on my knees, so joyful, swaying back and forth to the music. They placed a crown of flowers of my head and called me Little Prince. It sounds a little silly to retell it, but it was awesome. They gave me my identity. I am a son of God. I'm a member of a Royal family. I am so loved. I am secure.

I went up to the piano like a little kid and asked Jesus if I could play too. He said yes of course. And now we get to make music together.

I can't say enough about the intensity, the strength, the beauty, and the faithfulness of God's love. We are as His children and His heart burns to share that love with us. I hope that you find yourself in a place where you can trust and receive His love, and receive continual revelation about just how profoundly deep that love goes.