When I worship, I often close my eyes and picture Jesus on the throne, as Colossians and other verses teach us. I sing directly to Him, offering my hopes and worries and cares to Him.
Jesus responds. Sometimes we dance. Other times He stands by my side. He’s also shown me truths I needed to hear or see or remember.
At a worship night recently, I was confessing my fears, and as the tears fell, I repented of all the things I was afraid of. The control I try to have over issues that are not mine to carry. Fears of situations, hearts, illnesses, and futures.
In that moment, I knew I was forgiven, and Jesus poured oil over my head that flooded down and around me to the ground. A great sense of peace filled my heart, and I heard Him say, “I have healed you.”
I cannot express the relief and peace that flowed. The release of nagging anxiety. The healing of an unrelenting sense of dread. It was gone.
A week later, it’s still gone. The problems still swirl and writhe. They haven’t gone away. But my heart is at rest.
I hesitated sharing this because I know many who would scoff at this experience. However, while I feast on the Word of God, I also experience the Spirit of God. Jesus anointed my head with oil, and my cup overflows. The oil of gladness poured down and restored my soul. Peace is a fruit of the Spirit, and it is a gift from God.
Jesus isn’t just doctrine. He’s alive, and He’s our faithful friend. As my favorite hymn says:
“Because He lives, all fear is gone.”
I will continue to seek Him – His presence, His Word, and His truth. And I pray the same for you, my friend. 💛
