On January 13th this year, I said to the Father, “Father, I want to hear Your heartbeat.” He said, “I will let you hear. Keep on asking.” Then, He went on to say, “You (plural) make My heart pound.” I asked Him to let me know the Scripture of it, and I felt I must search for it. So, when I searched it in my mobile phone, to my amazement, I found out Song of Solomon 4:9:
You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
Later in the morning, in my pink notebook, I even drew a heart and jotted down the sound of heart pounding with John 13:23:
“Now there was leaning on Jesus’ bosom one of His disciples, whom Jesus loved.”
Then in January 17th evening, I tried to go to bed early after praying a little while, in order to get up in the middle of the night, to talk to and listen to the Father. Then, I began to hear the noise from mom’s bedroom. She actually went to bed earlier, but somehow she woke up. And she kept flicking three switches on and off in her bedroom. She has been sleeping well, since she slept alone in her room. But it was the first time that she kept switching on and off. In fact, she didn’t even want to turn on the light in her room, as it was too bright to her eyes. So, she used to turn on a very dim light only. The noise from her switching on and off was so loud that it began to irritate me. And she did that almost every other minute. I knew it was the enemy, not she that wanted to irritate me and interrupt my sleep and prayer. So I tried to be kind to her and said to her, “Mom, please don’t keep flicking them on and off. They might be broken.” And I noticed her countenance was not her usual cutie face. I went back to my bedroom, and saw text messages from my niece. We chatted for a while through texts, and I asked her to pray, sharing what happened to mom now and saying spiritual warfare is real. I said to her something like we are more than victorious and quoted the verse, “It’s finished,” as Jesus died and rose again. After we finished chatting, I proclaimed Psalms 23 and prayed and sang in tongues on my bed. My mom was still switching on and off in her room every other minute, and the noise was still loud. While praying in tongues, He made me realize I only focused on rebuking the enemy and standing against it, but I was not compassionate to my mom. I wasn’t even able to see her tortured by the enemy in the middle of her sleep. Not being able to go back to sleep, she kept getting up from her bed and flicking the switches on and off every other minute. She lost her sleep, tortured by the enemy. Yet I only thought of my precious time with the Lord in the middle of the night, and thought of spiritual warfare, rebuking the enemy. He made me pick up my Bible and read 1 Corinthians 13:1~2:
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
I realized that even if I would receive marvelous revelation from the Father in the middle of the night and would have a great moment of God, I am nothing. Indeed, I am nothing without love. I burst out crying. I repented, saying I had no love nor compassion and I am nothing. And I prayed to Him, “Father, would You please give mom a good sleep and she won’t be tortured by the enemy?” Only then did she stop flicking the switches, and go back to sleep till next morning. No noise but silent night. And I heard Him saying, “You wanted to hear My heartbeat, didn’t you? You just heard it!”
Aww, how grateful I was to the Father. I would never forget that moment for the rest of my life. He made me feel compassionate to the captive like my mom and my sister. And this shouldn’t be one and done. We must abide in Him and keep on listening to His heartbeat. He reminded me of an eagle’s talk to Rick Joyner in his book, The Final Quest:
“We all grieve for our brothers in bondage, but we grieve even more for the heart of our King. Though you love each of your children, you would be particularly concerned for the one who was sick or wounded. The King loves all of His children too, but the wounded and oppressed have most of His attention now. For His sake, we must not quit until all have been recovered. As long as any are wounded, He is wounded.”
I don’t recall exactly whether it was a few days after or a week after. In the evening, my mom began to get up from her bed and kept opening and closing the door of a restroom. The door always makes noise whenever we open or close it. Then, I heard the Father say, “Go and hug her.” I didn’t think of rebuking the enemy or spiritual warfare, but I learned the lesson. With love, I hugged her. To my amazement, she stopped it and went back to sleep.
It’s my prayer that we lean on Jesus’ bosom, just like His beloved disciple did. I believe you and I would continually listen to the heartbeat of our Father, as our Lord Jesus prayed for it. We rejoice for what He rejoices. We grieve for what He grieves. It’s not about us, but Him.
Have a bliss!
“Father, I desire that they also whom You gave Me may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My glory which You have given Me; for You loved Me before the foundation of the world. O righteous Father! The world has not known You, butI have known You; and these have known that You sent Me. And I have declared to them Your name, and will declare it, that the love with which You loved Me may be in them, and I in them.” (John 17:24~26)