Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run.
This vision… is a witness
pointing to what’s coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn’t lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It’s on its way. It will come right on time…”
The nearer Beth and Brandon got to our home, the more agitated he became. He began to say things like, “I don’t think this is a good idea,” and “Maybe we should just go home.”
They stopped at a rest area about half-way between our houses. Brandon ran to the fence and jumped over it – no easy task for a man who’s had back surgery and both hips replaced, who lived with excruciating pain.
Brandon later told us that he’d seen a great light in the field and had to run toward it.
(It took several weeks to piece together what took place in that field. He later told us that a voice came from the light and said, “There will not be just one name.”)
When they were about thirty miles from our home, Brandon took off his seat belt and began to open the door…
…on the freeway.
His “fight or flight” mechanism kicked in, and He was trying to run away.
Beth told him to get his seat belt back on.
Confused, he asked, “What?”
She pointed to the buckle in his hand and told him to refasten it. Surprised to find his seat belt off, he obeyed.
They arrived at around eight-fifteen that evening. Our company was just leaving, so we introduced everyone the kids to our guests.
Brandon was agitated; face flushed, and eyes wild. He heard voices and thought we were “in his mind,” talking to him. He paced continually. He left the house on foot for a couple of short walks, then returned to tell us his new “understanding” from his contemplation.
Nothing he said made sense.
We also noticed a strange attachment between him and his three-year-old son, Landon. It was as if the boy had some sort of power over his dad. Landon would lead him all over the house. Every so often, Landon picked up one thing or the other and dash it on the floor while his dad looked on – then Brandon picked up the pieces and set them back in place. It was bizarre.
Eventually, we got Landon to sleep. We talked with Brandon, and prayed over the situation.
We had no idea what to do.
My own prayers were of the, “Oh God, if You can help us, please do so,” variety. I excused myself and headed for my room when I saw Corrie’s book. It’s title stared me in the face:
JESUS IS VICTOR
Dear Lord Jesus, You already won this battle on the cross. What am I thinking? Here, I’ve been saying “if” You can. Forgive me. You are already victorious. Help us to take possession of what You have done! You are always victorious.
A sense of great anticipation and faith flooded my being. I clapped my hands together for joy. I told Brandon that Jesus had already beaten the enemy – that this visit was no coincidence, and I couldn’t wait to see what God was going to do.
I felt confident trust in the Lord…
…and had peace that passes all understanding!
Don’t miss the next chapter in this story. It will continue on Monday.
If you missed the beginning of this display of God’s power and glory, you can find it here: You Need To Read This!
Part 2: Faith Like Potatoes
Part 3: Get Me Out of Here!
Part 4: Where God Guides