Laying On of Hands I felt myself trying to scream my way out of that horrible nightmare. I was almost out of it, muffled cry and paralyzed arms but I could almost feel my bed. “Tara, wake up, you’re having a nightmare,” my husband said with such an authoritarian tone that it shook me loose from the hold of that dream. I felt myself finally come back fully into the waking world but the panic was still on my breath. That’s when I realized that our daughter had slipped in between us sometime in the night. Then I felt two hands reach out to me in the dark, one big and one small. They touched my arm in silent unison and no words were needed. I’m not even sure if they know that they BOTH laid hands on me that night, at the same time, for the same amount of time, for the same purpose. It was the most calming, reassuring thing they could have done for me. My breathing returned to normal and they let me go. But their presence beside me in that bed was so palpable and so strong that I easily fell back into the dream world unafraid of where I might land. Growing up Pentecostal I’ve had lots of people lay hands on me in prayer. I’ve even laid hands on others, begging God to “fill in the blank” for that person. But this, this was different. This was so real. It was so real and so tender that just typing out these words is making me tear up. I may not be Pentecostal anymore, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have holy experiences. They are just ‘holy’ for a different reason.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 05:00:57 +0000
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