Momma Sandy

I lived next door to her for nearly my entire life and hadn't an inkling what kind of a woman Sandy really was.

She seemed fairly normal on most accounts... spunky, fake pink nails that were a teeny bit too long, gray hair that came down to her ears, and deep wrinkles that made her face shine with the beauty of age. Her husband, Bud, had died in 2001, and she still lived alone in the house on the hill, the new house they built her since hers burnt down some years ago.

I had stopped by earlier this summer when the Lord had diverted me from my normal running route and told me to stop and wet my head with her garden hose (for the record, it was hot). I ended up praying for her and found out very quickly that she knew the Holy Spirit. I didn't realize how much the Lord had set up that encounter until today, when I walked by and again, felt the undeniable urge to stop.

All I can say is that I have forgotten the importance of having older wisdom speak into my life. To honor someone older than you and humble yourself by coming under their advice and authority is something especially wonderful when that person is as beautiful and on fire for the Lord as is Sandy.

She told me a lot of stories. About Bud's radical salvation and then baptism by the Holy Spirit. About being delivered of demonic oppression and fighting for salvation for everyone she met. About knowing Jesus more and more every day, by His goodness and His mercy. And intermingled with it all was the sound of revelation, a stumbling block for some and a rock for my weary heart. When did I stop being a hungry child? I thought, laughing in awe at the power of the rama word of God. Layers of knowledge, she said, and Holy Spirit reveals them all to us if we will wait to hear them. 

She prayed for me. I felt joy and peace as she covered my mind and heart with the blood of Jesus and rebuked the Enemy. She prayed warring angels that would go with me and guardian angels that would surround me. I felt them. I also felt the Lord rejoicing at the power of two generations agreeing, at a daughter looking to a mother and freely receiving the gifts and revelation that she has fought for over decades. It was something special I have not felt before.

In that moment, I was reminded of something the Lord had told me almost a year before.

Not many people should be able to speak into your life. Guard who you let close to your heart. I will show you who those people are.

In the Kingdom, the power of agreement is strong. If the agreement binds together two generations, that power is magnified tenfold. I am so thankful for the grace and wisdom of God to surround us with people who will speak His truth into our lives. We are always paving a way for our children and the next generation to follow in what victory we have already attained. I hope I am one of those women someday. A Momma Sandy.