A/N: Loving greetings in His Name! This is a new story that I feel the Lord has placed on my heart. This has to do with the receiving of spiritual gifts, much like in Pensacola, Florida; the Toronto Blessing, Toronto, Canada; and Brownsville. I find spiritual gifts a fascinating subject to read about, and I hope you all enjoy this.
Bishop Hunter
The woman pulled the dress over her head, smoothing the soft, comforting print against her shapely form. She liked to think of herself as a True-Hearted woman, a woman who daily sought the leading of the Holy One in all her endeavors. Her hair, a rich dark brown that shone like a bright summer morning, cascaded down her back and ended at her waist. It gently curled around her gentle, heart shaped face and twisted softly as it met her crown. She took the shimmering, glittering waterfall in her delicate hands and twisted it into a neat French roll, leaving soft wisps curling around her ears.
She glanced in the large mirror overlooking the dresser and picked up a pair of pearl and garnet earrings, and after fastening them to her ears, she plopped contentedly down on her favorite rocker and reached into the top left drawer on her dresser, and taking out the letter, she stroked the worn folds gently and started to read.
Dear Devorah (or, my Liviana):
I am writing to you to tell you of the great things that Jesus is doing here in Pickford. Last week, we were at prayer, and Talora Abbott fell out of her chair and started speaking in a new language that none of us had heard before. Then, Tivonah Addison knelt on the floor and started to shake and tremble, then suddenly stopped. Even Talora stopped speaking. We could feel the Presence, the peace, the warmth of the Spirit.
"Holy One!" Tivonah said. We could all hear a Voice, audible in even this small vestry.
"I am pleased by your faithfulness, daughters. I love you all VERY, very much. Watch and wait, for I am coming soon."
"Lord…" Mercy Whytlock said, kneeling. She prostrated herself on the wood floor, resting her forehead on the purple, rose, and flowered rug. Golden hair lay heavily from her crown down her shoulders, and as she looked up, she gasped. We could all see Him. He wore a simple, weighty linen robe that was a shimmering white. That was covered by a thick crimson silk cloak that was worn in the Roman style-clasped at the shoulder and wrapped under the arm. Mercy lowered her head and wept. She reached up and grasped the hem of His robe in her hand. He knelt and rested a hand on her head. He looked up and said, "Tell them I am coming soon." He blessed us and disappeared. We spent the next four hours in prayer and thanksgiving. More and more things are happening in our churches and those across the nation. And it's not just Winepress churches, either.
The Vineyard church down the street has been receiving visions, messages, and signs during their services. I'll write more later. Please write to me-I haven't heard from you in ages! I may call you; I long to hear your voice.
I will always be your sister in the Lord!
Praying for you,
Twyla
Devorah leaned back and brushed the tears off her cheeks. "Praise You, Jesus! Thank You for your majesty and power…"
She slid off the rocker and knelt, continuing to pray.
Suddenly, she wasn't speaking in English. The language she spoke in was not an Earthly language. It was the language of angels. She prostrated herself on the floor and lay there. It was six hours later before she could even begin to move.