Dance with My Hands
Eighteen years ago, God took me in a vision to a stage. There were very large stage lights all around. Everywhere I looked, there were people from all walks of life. Some had physical limitations. Some had mental disabilities. Some were abused and misused. Others were bound by and were struggling with addictions. A select few felt there was no hope in their lives. I could see were the hearts of many had waxed cold because of the issues that plagued them. I could hear hearts crying out, searching for someone or something that would give them the answers that they were seeking. Some didn't know why they were really there. They were just there. Of all who were in attendance one thing was for sure: THEY CAME IN NEED OF A DELIVERANCE AND THEY WERE NOT GOING TO LEAVE UNTIL THEY GOT THEIR DELIVERACE. As I spoke under the anointing of the Holy Spirit, I saw the movement and the power of God pour himself out over and into the crowd of people in attendance. Persons who were bound by disease were healed. The minds of those who were crippled were set free. God renewed a hope into those whose desires were to seek a more abundant life through Christ Jesus. Lives that had been shattered were now whole. The Lord turned those tears of sorrow into shouts of joy. I witnessed the awesome power of God transform each person into living vessels of everlasting fountains of water that would never run dry. God spoke to me and said that this revelation that he revealed to me would one day come to pass. But it was not easy. During those eighteen years, I experienced pain, frustration, heartbreak, loneliness, denial, sadness, the passing of one of my sisters in December of 2000,and the loss of both of my parents within a year of each other within the last 2 years. But through it all, I give God the praise honor and glory, for it was God that brought me through all those times of affliction. Because of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, I have survived and have become more than a conqueror. It is my prayer that 'DANCE... WITH MY HANDS' will lift your spirit, encourage your soul, and remind you that there is joy in serving God through all things in Christ Jesus. I ask that you pray for me as I pray for you. With Love, Reverend Otis Lee Freelon firstname.lastname@example.org.