7 days of Midnight Prayers & discussion on Heaven

Praise be Jesus! We completed our 7 consecutive nights of praying at the midnight hour. We had a specific purpose but I'm keeping the details private.

Night 6 - could barely keep my eyes open for the prayers. Just.....wanted....to....sleep....zzzzzzz...but....we.....made.....it....through.

Night 7 - I thought we'd not get to do it because that afternoon, in a phone conversation with Mike, we both started to argue about....get this.....Heaven. Yes. Things must be good if we can argue about Heaven. We were discussing the testimony of a person who'd had a vision of Heaven and what she'd seen. While I am very open to people's testimonies and love to believe and be in awe of the goodness and beauty of God's wonders, Mike tends to be more conservative. He thought some part of the testimony very ridiculous whereas I thought it was beautiful! (I cannot wait to see Heaven! What? You think me thick-skinned for thinking I'll even get to go to Heaven? I don't think God thinks that of me. I think it's what He would like us to aim for.) God prepared Heaven for us and Hell for 'that' cocky enemy and his 'kaki'. I have no desire to even think of sending anyone there. I would not wish it on the worst enemy of an earthling.

I shall not go into the details. But when I heard the testimony, I was actually jumping up and down with joy because this person reinforced some points of a 'conversation' I had with the Lord when I had first received the Gift of Tongues. I could not believe that what she'd said she'd seen, had been what the Lord had told me was available in Heaven!!! Ha ha ha... I'm giddy with joy. Yes, there is no verification except the word of the person relating the story. It's not a story backed by the Catholic church. I believe she's a protestant. But I believe what she says. In my opinion, to God, there is no distinction of Catholics or Protestants in Heaven. It's the same for Hell. Anyone who thinks differently is a moron and I wish you well.

OK, back to the disagreement I had with Mike. Anyway, I was so mad at him, questioning his purpose in this 7 night prayer journey if he was such a stickler for 'sensibility'. He expects the things to be found in Heaven to be what he can imagine with his human mind. I beg to differ.

Call me gullible. I don't care. It is my opinion that with God, we must expect the supernatural. If we expect His work to be 'sensible', it is only because we can comprehend within the limitations of a human mind. God's vastness and immensity (is there even such a word?) is too great for our simple minds to understand. Therefore, we are fools to belief that Heaven cannot have such and such a thing. Unfortunately for Mike, I cannot help him in this aspect. Let's wait for his jaw to drop at the Pearly Gates (and YES! I believe without a doubt that these gates exist). I want to see the gigantic Chariot of God! I want to see the singing flowers. I want to see the record books. I want to see the bottles of tears. I hope to swim in the River of Life. I want to see and thank my Guardian Angel! I even heard from other people's testimonies that there are dogs in Heaven! Would it not be something out of an Enid Blyton story book? How exciting to spend eternity there!

Oh yes, and you know what? I pity people of today's generation who claim to HATE gold and jewels and think them ostentacious (shoot, how to spell that?) just because 'white gold' is the preferred flavour of today and they would loath to be seen in something uncool. When you get to Heaven, you'll have to live with gold and jewels for eternity. Evidently, in Eternity, there is nothing in or out of fashion. I like 'white' gold too but feel that there is no value to it whereas 'yellow' gold has appreciated by leaps and bounds. So bring on the wonderous precious gems and gold paved streets, Heaven! I welcome you with open arms. Seriously, I cannot wait to see the Glory of God. I so hunger for more. For more. For more!

So anyhow (how did I get sidetracked talking about Heaven?), I told Mike I was disappointed that this was our 7th night of prayer and he had to go ruin it with his disbelieve of such and such a thing. I hung up and went off to the loo to cool down. But I didn't get mad. I got even. I prayed that God wouldn't let anything ruin our final night of prayer and that Mike would still continue to do it with me. You know what? In 10 minutes, he called me up, telling me laughingly that someone had called him up to claim that they'd kidnapped our son and our son was apparently calling for help in Mandarin (in the background). We knew it was a hoax because MY SON WOULD NEVER CALL FOR HELP IN CHINESE!!! Ha ha ha ha ha....and because he was with Mike when Mike received that call. But we pray that no one else gets conned by these Chinese conmen! So, Mike did call me and he was laughing. I was laughing. All was well. Night 7 went well except when Mike fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. Yes. This is the glory of my husband. I just stared silently at him and as if he knew subconsciously that his wife was staring at him, his eyes suddenly popped wide open and he apologised. We did finish the prayers and fell promptly into slumber.

Already, we see a difference in our lives when we keep God close to us in prayer. This morning, when I told Mike that we'd really finished our 7 nights of midnight praying, he asked me why we should end there. He said we should continue. Praise the Lord! God never ceases to amaze me : ) !!!