Author Darlene Conard

I remember mostly of that particular church conference for ladies in 2011 of April, a sweep of God’s spirit moved over the packed tight congregation. With prevail I worked my restrained arms from the pressing crowd. Stretching them upward I released myself in response of God’s presence. Tears of despondency slowly cascaded down my cheeks soaking the rim of my blouse and jacket.

Disappointment seeped in the chambers of my heart. Why Lord is it that I continue with a troubled heart knowing You said not too? One of the ladies stepped down quickly descending from the podium to pray for me. Gently touching my forehead, speaking, “Jesus.” Whoever she was, God placed her there at the right time.

Savoring the moment, I stood leaning forward with my hands clenched to the edge of the pew’s back. Something is missing-something isn’t right, I can’t pin point it. I thought. Surely this isn’t all. When is a door opening for me?
After returning to the motel room, I sat by the window for a few moments to unwind. Moonlight bathed the room even with lamps on. Unable to resist I turned every light off in my room then sat quietly by the window. The vent’s cool flow of air touched my flushed cheeks. Nothing could steal this moment of being showered with moonlit kisses. Perhaps this is God gently kissing me on the face.

God’s presence lingered creating an atmosphere of security. I could physically touch Him even inhale His presence. Impending promises began reflecting toward my life.

“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.” Song of Solomon 2:4

After sitting an hour in front of the massive hotel window I tore myself away to change and turn in. I tossed the neatly tucked covers down then slid under the cold sheets. While turning to my side a shaded pattern from the moon caught my eyes on the wall. Worries in that moment stayed behind the door in the attic of my mind. A sensation of contentment cradled my spirit as images of heavenly things lingered in my thoughts. I’m your refuge and strong tower. Greater things are in store for you. My undeniable fear of missing God’s purpose for my life halted as I enjoyed the floaty feeling. Nothing could disturb the penetrating touch of His inexhaustible compassion.

“God kiss me on the forehead once more before I close my eyes,” I cued in a soft toned voice. My study breathes soothed me into complete surrender. Even the pillow under my head reminded me of angelic feathers.
“His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.” Song of Solomon 2:6
Constant words of His ministering power rocked me into a peaceful slumber. I laid relaxed and content in the rest of midnight’s hours. I definitely had a refreshing experience.

God’s unquenchable presence will bring healing to our broken hearts. What every we are going through He will see us through.

Fasten your seatbelt! Get ready for God to take you on an unforgettable journey.
Keep praying and seeking Him. He is no respecter of persons (Romans 2:11)

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