them bones… them dry dry bones
I took a business trip
Somewhere in the middle of Florida
I was hostess for a community meeting
to talk about a new electrical line route and sub-station
proposed for this area
by the electric company I worked for at the time
I was with a team
We stayed in a local bed and breakfast
I had breakfast with a married couple
from somewhere west of Orlando,
can’t remember the town,
who were prophets of God.
Don’t ask me how I know,
I just do.
I was still learning to open to mystery
(my fundamental Baptist background
was being constantly challenged)
and I was early in my ‘testing’ to find out if God was really real,
I was early in my healing from the abuse,
shattering and loss I had gone through in the past years of my life.
Then, somehow, this couple and I were alone together –
the rest of the team out checking out the project route.
I ended up in their room.
I told them some of my story.
I sang for them.
They prayed over me,
anointed me with oil,
proclaimed and prophesied my future.
They wrote prophesy down on paper,
then burned it in the fireplace.
It was all a little weird and surreal,
more than a little scary,
and yet I knew they were sent there,
at that very place and time,
because God sent them there for me.
I do not know their names,
I never saw them again,
the business card they left me had a number which was not active –
Curiosity made me call that number a few weeks later.
Number not in service.
I never told anyone about this.
It was a very strange episode I kinda ignored.
I’ve never spoken, or written, about it since,
all these years later.
It keeps coming back to me lately,
since I recently spent an unexpected evening with
one of those project team members I was traveling with on that fateful trip.
I still don’t understand it,
but I am grateful,
I realize how far God’s grace has lead me
since the day of my unexpected, mysterious, anointing.