This past week was rough.

The energy was horrible, lots of strife, shocking news, and unsettling feelings.

It wasn’t only me feeling this energy vibration.

A lot of people said it was a hard week.

A big part of the issue is the weather. It has been raining or cloudy and cold for what seems like weeks, and that affects us emotionally and mentally, as well as physically. I bet everyone is vitamin D deficient at this moment.

So when I received an email Thursday from a colleague that she felt called to contact me and pray over me, I immediately said yes.

It takes courage to reach out to someone and say, “I feel called by God to pray over you”, and have a message of love and compassion come through. Sometimes people want to pray over you because they don’t agree with your life decisions or choices and want to change you.

But this message was for healing.

It also takes courage to accept the prayer.

All you need is faith the size of a mustard seed in order to believe that your story is already written, and He knows the plans He has for you and they are good.

So I got up early went to her school, and we were joined by the principal and another teacher for prayer.

Let me tell you…

I’ve NEVER been prayed over like I was yesterday. We were in a circle, holding hands, and the second they started simultaneously praying over me, I began to cry and couldn’t stop.

Literally couldn’t stop.

Like weeping, sobbing mess , cry in a flash and can’t stop.

Then?

They all laid hands on my spine and prayed some more, and when I opened my eyes? There, right in front of me, was a picture of Jesus.

One that I love.

I kid you not.

The energy totally shifted as they prayed over me and I absolutely felt His presence among us.

It was healing, beautiful, amazing, and I was also awed at strength of the prayers that these three colleagues said over me.

I hugged them all when they finished, cleaned my face up, and left to head to my own building in a bit of a daze.

I was in a thin place at that moment, where the veil between God and us was lifted.

I called Rob and cried all the way to my school as I told him what just happened.

I got to school, and something happened that would have alarmed me had it happened any other time, but because it happened right after I was

Prayed over, I feel it was a sign of healing. (I’m sparing you physical details, but I told some friends and I am ok.)

I felt full of love the rest of the day.

A switch.

If I hadnt actually experienced it, I wouldn’t believe it, even with all of my faith.

I also ordered a book by Stephen Furtick that one of the people who prayed over me told be to read. It’s about the chatterbox in our heads.We all tell ourselves the bad story, or worst case scenario. Don’t listen to that chatterbox, and instead tell yourselves the best possible story for your life that you can, and then know that your story can be even greater because God can do anything.

Quinn was supposed to camp out last night but it was postponed due to all of the rain. He is already up and out of the door with rob to begin the camp out today.

I’m in a detox bath cleansing out the rest of the leftover negative energy and toxins to begin this week anew.

I also had a great conversation last night with a man who I feel wants to do great things for the kids of our district. We spoke the same language, and I felt amazing energy over the phone.

There are two types of people.

People who see all the negatives and talk about that, and people who see the potential and positives and speak about those.

The latter are my kind of people.

That’s a post for another day.

I cant wait to tell you.

Today I’ll catch up on cleaning, and prepare for tomorrow. The kids in the high school had quite a week with a lot of questions and emotions, and some have a big AP Physics test this week. They want to reset and get to a quiet place to study and focus to prepare for their exam, so my basement will be a study hall all day tomorrow for the kids who really want to buckle down and focus.

I’ll be upstairs praying over all of them.

Madison was talking to me about her generation, and how many of them can be cruel and cutting and not at all empathetic. She said that teens always rebel, and that if you look at the news, the “political correctness” has been a huge focus. Which means kids will always rebel and do what they are told not to do.

Which has true for generations.

We are a reactionary society and tell kids what not to do and how to be, when instead we should be having conversations, building relationships, allowing all opinions to be heard so we can learn and grow and listen to each other, and adults should model it for them.

“Do as I say, not as I do” doesn’t cut it.

“Let the children come to me” does. Let the children come to us and talk WITH them, not TO them. Hug them, and make sure they are ok and feel loved.(Not entitled, but loved.)

And maybe someday, when they see someone who needs it, they will have the courage to say,”I’ve been called to pray with you, come pray!”, and they’ll hold hands and give blessings over other people’s hearts.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri