At times the Lord seems to give me an open heaven.  Not that I see anything or dream any dreams, but His Word just comes alive and is so real to me.  Revelation knowledge is flowing like a summer thunderstorm drenching me with insight and an ability to see and apply God’s Word.  Things hidden and just not seen become as plain as the noonday sun.  I may write or make outlines on various sermon and Bible studies.  It just comes so easy.  It just flows.  The Holy Spirit is so real and I don’t even have to try to get into the flow, it’s like I’m in the midst of a Holy Spirit river, moving at not my will or pace, but at His pace.  I love and cherish those times.  They are the “times of refreshing.”  I feel like a warrior, ten feet tall with bulging spiritual muscles. 

Unfortunately they often come after an intense time of spiritual battle.  Times of failure or having disappointments that allowed that depressive spirit to attack me.  Most of those times it was my failure that caused the attack.  I opened the door.  At times like that I feel lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut, but God is so gracious to break that spirit and because of His love, allows a fresh anointing to come and spark revelation and a sense of closeness that’s brings forth an inner depth of vitality in the Holy Spirit.

An open heavenly is seemingly a download from the throne room of God.  Oh how I love that time of study and insight that is given by the Spirit.  I believe it is the Spirit’s  way of saying, you made it through and victory is yours.  Fresh wine quenches the spiritual thirst, and fresh manna fills the spiritual belly.

Oh that I could live in that place of an open heaven.  Maybe that is what heaven will be like.  Rh