the start of Our adventure.

I’ve never been one to receive mental images or pictures from the Father.  Not on a regular basis at least.

This past Sunday I was standing in worship and there were a few people around me, all zoned in on singing their own prayers.  All of a sudden, I swear, it was like the space between myself and these other folks exponentially expanded.  It was as though I was in a giant room with the same people, but this time they were across the room…no longer standing right next to me.  At this point I am so aware of what’s happening but I keep pressing in a little more and I remember asking Abba…”Daddy, can we go on an adventure?”

The next thing I know I am walking down a straight path, made of pristine pavement and lined with the most beautiful trees on my left.  When I say beautiful it were as if the leaves were glowing, the colors were not your standard ‘fall’ colored leaves like brown, yellow or red.  They were intensified and immaculate.  And the trees went on for as far as my eyes could see.  I knew in that moment to begin walking, as if each step was me striving to intake and inhale more of the beauty.  I was also aware of the fact that I was walking with someone and their presence was so fresh and so intoxicating.  I remember feeling so whole and so carefree, yet extremely moved by the scene.  Eventually in my spirit I could sense a clearing of some sort was ahead but I was unsure of what the sight would behold.  I remember assuming for a moment that it would open up to a lookout to view some gigantic mountain face, something so awe inspiring (I hoped) that I would be floored and overwhelmed by the Glory of God.  That type of glory you hear about in the old testament that Moses and all of the other major prophets encountered.  As we approached the clearing I remember turning the corner and being dumbfounded, yet so deeply moved.  There was no mountain, there was no evident Glory.  What I saw was a campfire that had just been started in the cool of this evening.  I remember it being lined with smooth stones to separate the fire from the seating area.  To be honest there was nothing necessarily special or supernatural about this campfire.  It was normal, it was regular…but it was the Father sitting there that stopped my heart.  He had invited me in to sit, relax and dine with Him as he prepared a typical meal over the fire.  I couldn’t see his face, but my heart knew I was in the presence of my Abba, Papa.  His generosity and willingness to serve me was astounding.  He wanted to just be.  He wanted to just be with me, as a father longs to be with his own son.

It ended there but I asked God for interpretation afterwards and here is the one sentence I got:

Sometimes, I present myself as Almighty God-exceedingly great and greatly to be praised; But most of the time I prefer to be called Daddy.

be blessed.