The Secret Place

It is with heartfelt joy I come to you here to share with you intimate moments and face-to-face encounters I have had with the Lord Jesus Christ, with the Father and the precious Holy Spirit. These experiences will be shared as the Holy Spirit leads, some may be longer or shorter in length than others, it is as He wills. These are my personal encounters and as I begin sharing these moments with you, I speak a release of the glory presence of the Living God into you. Holy Spirit bring the release you desire into each reader in Jesus’ name. I pray you are blessed and decree that you are forever changed by His manifest presence and come to know just what is the depth, the width, the height of His love for you. He longs to spend time with you more than you can imagine, it is all He has ever wanted, just to be with you even for a moment.

The Secret Place

I was soaking in the presence of the Lord in worship and I suddenly entered into a very unique and beautiful room, larger than a room like one would think in size but yet a private place. As I stood in the entrance and looked in, I saw a long banqueting table to the left extending from where I was standing to the far end of the room. It was covered with a white table cloth and nothing else. There were only three chairs at the far end of the table, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the end, in the middle. I can see it now. Along the far wall, the wall appeared to be open to the area below outside of the room. I was on a second floor. The wall was made only of several archways. The archways were covered in fine white veils everywhere so no one could see in and no one could hear you, yet you could see out into the below area and could hear laughter coming from below.  It was a hidden place, a secret place.

As I looked to the right of the room, I saw a lit fireplace with a roaring fire burning surrounded with a lovely seating area.

I was alone.

I felt compelled to sit in the left chair alone at the end of the table. As I sat down, I looked out through the veils down to the courtyard below. There were rows and rows of banqueting tables with fine white linens and beautiful china and an abundance of an incredible feast, it was a wedding reception. I knew that inside of my being. People were drunk in the glory and rejoicing in joy and pure happiness. Music was playing, it was amazing to see. That sound is one of my most favorite sounds, the sounds of heaven. I hear it often when people in service are drunk in God’s glory and filled with laughter, oh how my heart sings!

I turned my attention to the table before me. He was sitting across from me. Jesus Christ, the beautiful one, was sitting across from me. I could not look at Him, I couldn’t. I could not look at Him.

He asked me in the most gentle of tones, one question, “Do you know who I am?” I could not look up because I felt shame, I felt fearful He would see what I have done. Without looking up, I asked Him, “Who are you?”

He said three words, “I Am He.”

He asked me again, “Do you know who I am?” I asked Him again without looking up, “Who are you?”

He said three words, “I Am He.”

Without thinking, I moved to the chair at the  end of the table between us and I could not help myself, I could not resist, I had to be closer to Him. I did not feel as ashamed as I did before. I wanted to be closer to Him.

Again, He asked,  “Do you know who I am?” I replied, “Who are you?”

He said three words, “I Am He.”

That was it, I was undone, my shame was gone and I was in His arms happily being loved by Him and loving Him back, defenseless.   Perfect love, casts out fear.

“I Am He.” Powerful.  He spoke and I melted.

We moved to the seating area. The fire was still burning. It was so pretty.  As I was with Jesus, the Father came into the room. I am telling you the Father came in. He is so kind! He is so very kind, He is so much more than kind, He is love, He is gentle yet so powerful. He is Father. Suddenly, I saw myself as a little girl in pink footy pajamas, so young I had a pacifier in my mouth. The Father picked me up as a little girl and held me against His chest. I rested my head on His shoulder and I cried as I am doing now remembering this moment. I was telling Him things, I was turning my head side to side on His shoulder repeatedly, restless, almost frantic. I would sit up in His arms, and look at Him telling Him a lot of things as a little girl, opening and closing my hands often as explaining with tears pouring down my face and the pacifier still in my mouth, nose running, and then laying my head back on His shoulder all while he rocked me gently, holding me close, not letting go of me, He held me so close, He understood everything I told Him, all of it and He loved me.  He made it better.  He was wearing pajamas at that moment, navy blue with a pattern of all of the planets and stars on them drawn in white. He is comfort, my little body went limp, and He held me close and did not let go of me. Jesus was happy and relaxed on the sofa, smiling and watching us, I was watching us too.

Suddenly, I was standing by the fireplace, Jesus was still seated on the sofa, the Father was now sitting in an arm chair very relaxed and so very kind, He is so so so very kind.

Standing before me, I was overwhelmed as I met the person of the Holy Spirit. It is hard to type. The glory presence is so thick upon the keys.

The Holy Spirit is beautifully perfect.  He was standing with one arm resting on the fireplace mantle, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. He was wearing what looked like a cowboy hat! I think of what He looked like at that moment often.

I looked in His eyes, He has the most amazing smile, He too is really relaxed.  He appeared like a hologram, a whirlwind of colors, three dimensional, glittery. All I could say to Him over and over was You’re Holy. I could not get too close at that moment because I felt Holy Holy fear, reverential fear of the Lord.  I experienced pure Holy fear of the Lord through every part of me as standing before the Holy Spirit of God. He is Holy and it is quite sobering in every aspect, He is Holy. He reminded me of like a cool mint commercial! Of all things to think of when standing before the Holy Spirit in person! A massive angel is standing over me as I am writing this. Wow! Whoa!

I spent a very long time with my God that evening. We discussed so much and laughed much.  I felt whole, strengthened, loved, complete.  Each time I’ve run back to this secret place, I Am He has been waiting for me. He told me He waits there often for me to come and spend time with Him, to be with Him.  Sometimes He will sit on the rug in front of the fireplace leaning His back against the sofa, and I will place my head on His lap, watching the fire burn, and we will be silent resting.  Other times, I will look up and watch His face, His expressions and listen as He tells me things, as He shares His heart, with me. I love you my Lord, my God!

One day, I was crying so hard, I was so hurt here, my feelings were crushed, that I ran into the secret place, and as I flung open the door suddenly, the triune God was in that room and when I burst through the door, they were there, the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit. They instantly stood up concerned over me asking me, “What’s wrong?” I realized then they knew, He knew what was wrong and yet, His heart was to engage in relationship with me, even over my hurt. He wanted me to tell Him everything, to share me, with Him! I will always remember that very moment, of His standing up for me, His demonstrative concern for me in the midst of my hurt. He is such a wonderful God, so very wonderful. He is, love.