I remember the first prophetic word I ever received. A young, single, college student at the time, I was attending a John Denver concert. Not sure exactly how I developed a love for this mountain loving minstrel, but it may have had something to do with a guy friend I had at the time. That's another story and has nothing to do with this one.
We had sat spellbound through the first hour of music and intermission was underway. I found myself in the crowded lobby waiting in line to look at Denver memorabilia when a woman approached me. Her message was simple but I remember it well to this day, "God wants you to know that He loves you very much". Then she walked away.
I had never had anything like that happen to me before, so I wasn't sure what to think or how to act. I didn't have a charismatic background and was part of a church where people didn't do things like that. I remember feeling a combination of embarrassment, fear, and wonder.
I made my way back to my seat and though I'm sure 'John-boy' was just as amazing in the 2nd half of the concert, my mind was very distracted. "Was that really God speaking to me?", "Does He really care about me enough to find me at a John Denver concert?", and "What if it's true?", were just a few of the questions bombarding my mind. But, my spirit was doing something entirely different. My spirit was feeling good. Really good. It was the first 'heaven-touch' aimed right at my heart that I remember receiving and I desperately needed to hear it. Though I had felt embarrassed and a little afraid of the messenger delivering the word, wonder began to overtake my inhibitions.
After the last chorus of 'Rocky Mountain High' was sung, we left and made our way back to the college dorms. As I lay in my bed that night trying to relax enough to sleep, it wasn't the folksy music of the evening that kept running through my mind, but the simple message of love given by an unknown woman.
This was the first of many times that God would interrupt my world with His. I liked it very much.