A world beyond the trees and Rocks we know

The spiritual realm
 
There is a world beyond the one see, a world from where the physical one is dictated from. There’s a place where all that we see and know is dictated from. The world we know is just an outcome of the things that are happening in that other world, the spiritual realm.
 
This is where things happen first before they get to us. The world where the prince of Persia stands to delay the answers of our prayers. Yes, there is a world beyond what we know and see and its arguably more real there. Things start from there, as the Swahili man put it, ”ukiona vyaelea,jua vimeundwa”.
 
Spiritual world has been there from the start and it’s probably what we’ll be left after the mortal life is over. Realise we cannot worship the Lord at His actual throne room in blood and flesh. He promises to clothe us in a new ‘wardrobe’ once He comes to take us home. He also seeketh for a people that will worship Him in truth and in spirit.
 
Even with this knowledge, God still puts us down here and expects us to stay in touch with Him in the heavens. He thus sent the Holy Spirit to facilitate this. Spiritual things are spiritually fathomed, mere mind will have a hard time digesting this and in most cases, it ends in distorted interpretation that ends in untruthful yet arguably ‘true’ theories.
 
Only the spirit is able to get to the deepest parts in the Lord’s heart/mind and know what is cooking there. We are thus on a good ground to connect with the heavens when standing in the spirit. After all, He is seeking for men who will worship Him in truth and in SPIRIT.
 
I wish to share with you a testimony on how spiritual world works. I don’t know much but the little I know, I wish to share from my point of experience. I start off with a story that I read somewhere and it read:
 
A missionary on furlough told this story while visiting his home church in Michigan. "While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord.

I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards. At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?" The men who had met together to pray that day stood up.

The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.
 
This was the story I read somewhere, now here’s my story:
 
I at one time in my prayer hour found myself praying and making protection declarations over my dad,i dint understand why but I did it-we won’t/don’t always understand spiritual matters at once but choose to do it anyway. I was to pray for something else-had my prayer list already-but i ended up not praying for it, I doubt I even mentioned it anywhere that evening.
 
The spirit of God directed me to pray for my dad. Have you ever started a journey knowing the route you ought to take very well but end up taking a totally different one?-It's good to allow the spirit to lead you in prayer, after all, we do not know what to say in the presence of God, but the spirit is able to search the deepest thoughts of our Lord and make them known to us.
 
It was on a weekday. The following day after a night of prayer for my dad, my mum called me and told me how my dad had been attacked on his way to work but he was ok .They dint hurt him much considering they were 'well armed' to 'finish off their work'. They dint take anything from him and he miraculously escaped with just minor cuts. I call it MIRACULOUS as he too cant -to this day- explain how he managed to escape the 'well' armed gang of about 5 men and how that sharp panga aimed at his head ended up just bruising his arm. Had it gone as the gang intended, my dad would be either dead or critically wounded. But that dint happen, God intended else.
 
Interestingly enough, earlier that same week, my mum had the same conviction to pray for dad. This she share with me as she told me the news on what had happened. I too told her of how I was ‘distracted’ from praying for what I had planned for the previous night to pray for dad and specifically for his protection.
 
Some would call it coincidence, others will say its instinct. I will not argue, all I know is there is another world beyond this one where spiritual men meet and dictate things. Not once has me and my mum had the same convictions over the same issue. Not once have we found ourselves praying for the same thing in the same week. It’s no blood relation, its spiritual matters.
 
I believe in a spiritual realm where the physical things are dictated from, a realm that's more real than what we see, a world I pray to live in all the days of my immortal life.