The Language of Glory: Heaven’s Voice on Earth

“Well, sure,” I told my friend who requested to take me downtown Portland. “But what’s there?”

LOL. Yes, it is an area I’ve avoided in the past couple of years. But some special people lived there—ones who might have smarts about this journey God plopped me on after my trip to Heaven. This couple intentionally relocated to PDX and opened a business for the public, ministering to them.

My friend explained, “They don’t just minister to spiritual needs. I’ve also seen them heal and use deliverance prayers to free people.”

They willingly opened their apartment and hearts, sharing that God specifically called them to Portland. They hope to replicate the ministry in other cities.

We sat in their small living room, looking out over the city, and swapped stories. I doled out my Heaven trip deets and my new calling to prayer ministry. I shared about the Heaven book, which has now caught the interest of two major publishers. (Oh yeah! Yay God!)

I spoke of a few people who’ve mentored and supported me along the way, and my undying appreciation. And I told them about YOU and my unending gratefulness to you who stop by, read, send messages of support, comment, and restack! You rock!

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What’s a Prayer Language?

God prompted the wife. And she asked, “Have you found your prayer language?”

Prayer language? My brain did a skedaddle-flip. I honestly couldn’t place my finger on her attempted target, but could she mean praying in tongues? When she clarified that exact meaning, I shook my head quickly, “I think that’s the one gift He’s not bestowed for some reason. And, learning a new language at my age would be pretty impossible. I sometimes can’t even remember what I went upstairs for.”

We laughed, and she smiled widely.

Did she know something I didn’t know? Go figure. Well, good, I like to learn. I tilted my head, clearing my throat. “Do tongues make prayers more powerful, or what?” My conservatively-raised brain was a’spinning!

Yes. She explained that the human brain is limited. The language of our Lord stretches beyond that. In tongues, we communicate with Him on that higher level, above our brain power. She grinned. “I once had to pull over and pray in tongues for a certain person, He told me. So I did. And I later discovered that what needed to happen did occur, and they felt the prayer power.”

“Would you like to speak in tongues?” Her husband wondered.

“Well…Yes!”

The Barstool Hotseat

Fast forward twenty minutes, and four people gathered around me as I perched on a barstool (aka “the hotseat”).

Of course, I had asked God to show me if anything there that evening was ungodly, but He instilled no warning sirens in my head. In fact, I was beginning to feel my signs of the Holy Spirit in the room with me.

“You do have this gift,” the husband informed me, looking me in the eyes. “We just need to activate it. And the reason He has chosen you is because you are humble and obedient.” I wanted to argue, but told myself to knock it off and just accept it from him. Then, with a quick grin, as I had already explained my tendency to always question “why”, he added, “…you may give a little gruff in the beginning, but you always obey Him.”

“That is true.”

“So He knows that no matter, you will make whatever He asks happen. Your ministry is ready to take off.”

They began praying in tongues and in English as the Holy Spirit led, pausing occasionally to ask what a certain word or mental picture meant to me when they heard it or saw it. We worked through some other things that you can read about in my next post and also in the Heaven book.

One of the participants later said she saw a flame above my head.

Speaking in Tongues

When I was ready, they enlisted an exercise to activate the gift of tongues, and to my complete shock, I started spouting what sounded like gibberish. I sounded just like a couple of foreign people who talk on the lightrail or bus across the aisle. You know the ones! They talk so fast that you wonder if you could keep up even if you knew the language.

What on earth was I waxing on and on about?

It wasn’t earth-speak at all. I even caught myself rolling an R, and I’ve never been able to do that (and still can’t) when I speak English. In English I asked, “How do I know what I’m saying?”

“For me, it’s usually what I am thinking about or focused on.”

Helpful! Somewhat!

Healing Prayers for Eyes

When I recuperated from apparently learning a whole new language in seconds, I indicated so. It was my turn to pray over L., a participant with poor vision who needed eye surgery, but instead told her doctor she was flying to Portland and would see me instead.

“Do you want us to pray along with you?” The husband asked.

I nodded. Were they kidding? It was incredibly respectful to ask, however. “I welcome the backup. Thank you.”

As I prayed a second time over L. in the hotseat (she’d had no improvement after the first round), God told me “in the morning”, so I shared that. Goosebumps covered my arms as chills moved over my body.

I was disappointed not to see L. healed instantly. But I held onto what He’d said, and the next morning, her vision was a bit clearer.

The day after, in the evening, I received a wonderful text: I just came out of the store and saw it was getting dark! I said, “Oh no! I can’t see to drive in the dark!” But I got in the car and drove, with completely clear vision. I could see to drive home! I’m so thrilled!

Go, God! What a privilege to witness His amazing healing power!

I’m Still Blabbering

Heaven Language is an adventure in itself because I just cannot shut up. I easily slip into it and pray for hours, or most of the day. In fact, yesterday it occurred most of the day, and my jaw remained sore all evening. :-)

The words just…gush. My Lord explained the meaning of a few, as I caught myself repeating certain ones and asked their meaning (not ironically, they were Papa/Father and an entire phrase that was “speaking to the Father”).

He chuckled along with me when I claimed, “You know I won’t rest until I get it all, don’t you? You did make a Curious Julie.”

Heavenly language, intended for eternity, I suspect—will be clear someday when I reside there for good. In the meantime, He told me that heavenly language flies directly to the throne room. Goodness, I feel like I should at least remove my shoes.

There’s been some interesting learning, too. For the first few days, if I tried to speak it just in my head, nothing happened, even if I really concentrated. I at least had to move my lips and whisper. Now that my brain is learning some of the words, I can say some limited ones silently, but I don’t get very far in my communication.

That makes sense, as I mulled it over. It validated to me that He is truly giving me the words. He’s using my mouth. My brain is not involved except to create the sounds and move my lips and vocal cords. I tried talking to Google Translate (hoping I’d picked up Hebrew) and also my Interpreptive Earbuds, and they both appear as dumbfounded as I am.

The fast pace is also a huge mystery. I speak Heaven-talk much faster than I can speak English. I have to stop and remind myself to take a breath. It’s as if it were my native language all along.

And, perhaps it is.

P.S. That is not the only thing that happened. In the next post, my paid subscribers will get to read about another VERY BIG THING my Lord did that night. Go, God! Thank you so much for hanging out with me here. I appreciate you all very much.