Trish1947 said:
There are times when you are reading the word.. and one passage of scripture will just jump out at you, and makes the biggest impression on your heart. You have read it hundreds of times before, but this time it was different, you illuminated by the Holy Spirit. What has been your experience in this. And what passage was it?
Trish this has happened to me several times, but the most memorable was right before my little nephew (4years-old) was murdered. I had an extremely bad dream that woke me up about 3 nights before it happened. Wherein I dreamt that my infant son died, we had him dedicated before he was 3 months old. A Catholic lady had told me that if he died that he would go to hell, because we didn't have him baptized. That night when I woke up I began praying in earnest for the Lord's protection over him, never thinking that Kenny would be dead within 2 days.
I searched the scriptures, and found where Jesus had been talking to the desciples that unless you become as one of these you shall in no wise see the kingdom of heaven. That it was not God's will that one of these little ones should perish, and their angels beheld the face of God at all times. I had read it a 1000 times before but that night the Holy Spirit breathed it. It satisfied me and I went back to bed with praises on my lips.
The night we recieved the news that Kenny had been stabbed to death, it was horrible. I was near hysterics, when I called the pastor. They lived about an hours drive from our house. The pastor had prayed that God would comfort me so I could be a comfort to my sister.
On the way down, still in hysterics the Lord spoke to my heart that I had to pray for the man who did this. I argued of course, I didn't want to pray for him, but the Lord told me again I had to pray for him, and suddenly I felt the feeling of sorrow for his family. I could feel the heart ache of his mother. At the time no one knew who had done it, and he wasn't caught until a couple of months and another murder after.
But sorrow for his family came over me and I began to pray for his family, the mother who bore him, the father who was proud of him, and the future he had entered into. My tears subsided.
When we reached my sisters I was able to comfort her with what the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart a couple of nights before, it was not God's will that any of these little ones should perish, and there was absolutely nothing Kenny had to do to be saved, it was us who had to become as little children. I told her that scripture said offenses must come, but woe unto them by whom they come because his angel was behodling the face of the Father.
She took great comfort in that. Later she said that she wished she had the peace that I had, and prayed to recieve it a few months later. She began to feel pity for the people who raised this monster too.
The fellow was 19 years old he killed Kenny because he said he wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone. Later he killed the second 4 year old by drowning him, because Kenny had died to fast, and he wanted to see what it was like to kill someone slower. When they caught him he had grabbed a 3 year old girl from in front of her house. He was going to molest her, and then kill her because he wanted to know what that would feel like.
His family needed prayer they were heartbroken that the child they had loved and had such dreams for could have grown up to be like this.
That was one of the most memorable times that scripture became that I knew that I knew, it had become Remah in my life.
