‘TWEEN GOD AND ME – language


Linda’s SoCS topic for today is “language.”

It is 2:45 a.m. and I believe God would have me to tell you a story that I have never written and have told only three or four people.  It is far to precious to be shared lightly.  I’m not sure I can do it.  Here goes, with God’s help, I will tell you another ‘Tween God and Me story.  It must have been about fifteen years ago.  It was during a period when I did not have a “punch the clock” job.

For a period of several months  I was going over to my church for prayer several times a week.  I would pray an hour then come home.  It was a very precious time with the Lord.  One day I was reading Isaiah 38 here at home.  It is a record of Hezekiah’s illness and prayer.  I think I had just experienced a special healing and I was rejoicing in thankfulness.  I can’t remember the circumstances for sure.  I have written in the margin of my Bible “This scripture to a most amazing, wonderful, experience in the Sanctuary…”  I remember intentionally being quite vague in my reference.  I could not write what the experience was.

That day I decided I was going to go for prayer as usual, but I wasn’t going to ask God for anything.  I was going to read to him this scripture, then I planned to talk about it and spend my hour thanking him and singing to him.

I entered the sanctuary through the back door carrying my Bible.  The lights were dim, but I decided the look up the scripture in the Bible there in the back.  I turned my back to the front of the sanctuary  finding my scripture getting ready to go read it to the Lord.  Suddenly it struck me as funny that I would be turning my back on the Lord intending to surprise him by my intention to read to him.  (Here I cry even tonight.)  I said in my mind,  “How silly to think I can surprise you, Lord.”  In my head he responded, “I’ll close my eyes.”  Oh, God; oh, God.  How can it be?  I was amazed, bowled over, overwhelmed!  I walked down that aisle to the altar, standing in the middle before the pulpit and began singing.  I sang in some other language.  It seemed as if I were in a great cathedral; my singing sounded beautiful to me.  I never sang like that before or after.  When I stopped.  I checked the time  It had been one hour.

I went to the church office and tried to tell them something about what had happened.  I couldn’t.  And as I said this is a precious experience that I have shared with very few.  I have taken out my Jewel of Great Price, and let you have a look today.  May God confirm the truth of it to you.


(This scripture turned out being very important to me at a later time – in 2012 during a terrible illness.  I’ll tell you about that some other time.)


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to ‘TWEEN GOD AND ME – language

  1. Alexis Rose says:

    “They” say we know it’s the truth when we can’t describe it, words fail us for awhile until we have matabolized the gift we experienced. It’s ineffable. I love it and it’s so beautiful that you were able to put it into words and share it with us today. 🙂

  2. Ahhhh,how sweet! I too have had some precious moments with God that have left me rather speechless. A few times I so wanted to tell other people about them,but I haven’t got the words and I’m not sure they’d believe me. All I can say is God is real, unbelievably good,and He loves us dearly. He knows exactly what we need and we can’t even begin to imagine what He has in store for us.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I.B. thanks so much for confirming the overwhelming beauty with which God can and does love his kids. I had to overcome some real issues before I could tell other Tween God and Me stories. I discuss that here https://onetahayes.com/2016/06/06/tween-god-and-me/. I had to decide whether I was going to go to my grave with my stories untold. I so much wish I knew more about certain incidents I’ve heard my ancestors speak about but none of it was written down. I know how unbelievable some things sound. This story was the most far out, except for one time when I heard God audibly. After going this far I might be able to relate it someday. But that time had a purpose to it, relating to something I should do. This was just downright love motivated. Just our God! Just as he likes it! I regretfully say, I have not had these experiences more recently – because I do not pray as much. I did see many of his marvels in my sicknesses in recent years. I hope God will help you to leave your stories when the time is right.

  3. Faye says:

    Thank you for sharing. There are moments. God moments in life so inexplicable and HOLY. Your sharing is precious. I do believe we need to record our God stories so others can KNOW the truth of the God who is relational and works in peoples lives sometimes in ways beyond understanding that’s why He is truly unique and Holy. As Tink above said Just believe. He is the God of the impossible and in Him all things can be made beautiful.

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