It was 5:45 a.m.  The kind of morning where sleep departs in the early dawn and the alarm clock resting on the night stand still remains silent.  Lying supine, the soft linen sheets enveloped me under a warm cotton blanket. Without warning, a high pitch ringing in my ears turned into a deafening roar of rushing waters inside my head.  It made me believe I was going to faint.  “This can’t happen”, I panicked, “I’m all alone.”  Immediately the overflowing sensation of a fountainhead bursting with heavy floodwaters coursed through my body.  The intensity maximized as it rushed within my head past my chest, pulled down my arms, swept over my abdomen, and streamed through my legs before exiting out the tips of my toes. Upon fulfillment, my entire being shivered with piercing goosebumps.  In panic, I thought to myself, “Oh, no, I’m having a stroke!”  At that moment of powerlessness, I heard the Still Small Voice of God speak, “It’s a washing of the Holy Spirit.”  

Philippians 4:7; “And the peace of God which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds together in Christ Jesus.”  Discover the saving grace of Jesus Christ as you journey to the Easter cross in celebration of the Resurrection of our Lord.