The Anointing of the Holy Spirit

On the first of June 2020, during the height of the pandemic, Covid took my father. I remember that night very clearly, because I sensed his dying in my spirit. I remember begging with God that He would not allow him to leave, that the miracle of healing would come to him. However, God chose to take him back home in and into His arms.

Times were difficult: the world was cloistered for fear of the virus; Establishments were closed, there was total isolation between people and even airports and churches had locked their doors by global mandate.  This silent chaos, attached to the black cloud of fear that shrouded those days, made my grief more intensified and more

difficult to navigate.  It was a moment of pain and isolation that I wasn't prepared for.

However, it was in this moment of deep sadness that the Holy Spirit of God visited me in a most wonderful way, pouring out the anointing of his consolation over me. I had attended an online service led by a dear cousin who is a pastor. He prayed over us that night asking God to comfort us for our loss. In prophetic prayer, he revealed that on that same night the Holy Spirit would come to us in our mourning, bringing to us the comfort that only He is able to give.

Clinging to that promise, I went to bed waiting for the outpouring of that anointing while praying fervently that I might be blessed by such gift. Late that night I was awakened by the Spirit Himself. I felt his living and real presence over me and within my soul. I perceived his warm and pure balm spreading into my being truly like an oil of the purest fragrance. It wasn't just a sensation. It was a fact. Her presence was comforting, friendly, healing, powerful and profound. And even all these adjectives still fail to describe such an awesome power. I stood there in peaceful silence, no words or thoughts coming to me, as the Lord hovered over my soul simply flowing, beautifully searing my wounds, refreshing my pain, and turning my tears into acceptance and comfort. What I received from my abba father that night through his comforting Spirit was divine peace that transcends all understanding. A pure and exultant rejoicing came to my spirit and gently settled there. That presence came alive in me and freed me from the dark night of grief and took me out the valley of tears.

Within two and a half years of the losing my father,  we also lost our dear nephew at only 33 years old and our mother. Certainly, it has been a period of great pain and mourning for me and the whole family. My human side is indeed struck with sadness and my eyes have shed many tears. However, the supernatural anointing of the Holy Spirit continues to move over me. He has enabled me to lift myself from these painful losses and has led me to know profound truths about the death, showing me how it lost its sting through the resurrection of Christ, and about the continuation of life in eternity by the power of his forgiveness. He has revealed to me On the first of June 2020, during the height of the pandemic, Covid took my father. I remember the night when this happened clearly, for I perceived it his dying in my spirit. I remember asking God that He would not allow him to leave, that the miracle of healing would come. However, God chose to take him back home.

Times were difficult: the world was cloistered for fear of the virus; Establishments were closed, there was total isolation between people and even airports and churches had locked their doors by global mandate.  This silent chaos, attached to the black cloud of fear that shrouded those days, made my grief more intensified and difficult to navigate.  It was a moment of pain and isolation that I wasn't prepared for.

However, it was in this moment of deep sadness that the Holy Spirit of God visited me in a most wonderful way, pouring out the anointing of his consolation over me. I had attended an online service led by a dear cousin who is a pastor. He prayed over us that night asking God to comfort us for our loss. In prophetic prayer, he revealed that on that same night the Holy Spirit would come to us in our mourning, bringing to us the comfort that only He is able to give.

Clinging to that promise, I went to bed waiting for the outpouring of that anointing while praying fervently that I might be blessed by such gift. Late that night I was awakened by the Spirit Himself. I felt his living and real presence over me and within my soul. I perceived his warm and pure balm spreading into my being truly like an oil of the purest fragrance. It wasn't just a sensation. It was a fact. Her presence was comforting, friendly, healing, powerful and profound. And even all these adjectives still fail to describe such an awesome power. I stood there in peaceful silence, no words or thoughts coming to me, as the Lord hovered over my soul simply flowing, beautifully searing my wounds, refreshing my pain, and turning my tears into acceptance and comfort. What I received from my abba father that night through his comforting Spirit was divine peace that transcends all understanding. A pure and exultant rejoicing came to my spirit and gently settled there. That presence came alive in me and freed me from the dark night of grief and took me out the valley of tears.

Within two and a half years of the losing my father,  we also lost our dear nephew at only 33 years old and our mother. Certainly, it has been a period of great pain and mourning for me and the whole family. My human side is indeed struck with sadness and my eyes have shed many tears. However, the supernatural anointing of the Holy Spirit continues to move over me. He has enabled me to lift myself from these painful losses and has led me to know profound truths about the death, showing me how it lost its sting through the resurrection of Christ, and about the continuation of life in eternity by the power of his forgiveness. He has revealed to meOn the first of June 2020, during the height of the pandemic, Covid took my father. I remember the night when this happened clearly, for I perceived it his dying in my spirit. I remember asking God that He would not allow him to leave, that the miracle of healing would come. However, God chose to take him back home.

Times were difficult: the world was cloistered for fear of the virus; Establishments were closed, there was total isolation between people and even airports and churches had locked their doors by global mandate.  This silent chaos, attached to the black cloud of fear that shrouded those days, made my grief more intensified and difficult to navigate.  It was a moment of pain and isolation that I wasn't prepared for.

However, it was in this moment of deep sadness that the Holy Spirit of God visited me in a most wonderful way, pouring out the anointing of his consolation over me. I had attended an online service led by a dear cousin who is a pastor. He prayed over us that night asking God to comfort us for our loss. In prophetic prayer, he revealed that on that same night the Holy Spirit would come to us in our mourning, bringing to us the comfort that only He is able to give.

Clinging to that promise, I went to bed waiting for the outpouring of that anointing while praying fervently that I might be blessed by such gift. Late that night I was awakened by the Spirit Himself. I felt his living and real presence over me and within my soul. I perceived his warm and pure balm spreading into my being truly like an oil of the purest fragrance. It wasn't just a sensation. It was a fact. Her presence was comforting, friendly, healing, powerful and profound. And even all these adjectives still fail to describe such an awesome power. I stood there in peaceful silence, no words or thoughts coming to me, as the Lord hovered over my soul simply flowing, beautifully searing my wounds, refreshing my pain, and turning my tears into acceptance and comfort. What I received from my abba father that night through his comforting Spirit was divine peace that transcends all understanding. A pure and exultant rejoicing came to my spirit and gently settled there. That presence came alive in me and freed me from the dark night of grief and took me out the valley of tears.

Within two and a half years of the losing my father,  we also lost our dear nephew at only 33 years old and our mother. Certainly, it has been a period of great pain and mourning for me and the whole family. My human side is indeed struck with sadness and my eyes have shed many tears. However, the supernatural anointing of the Holy Spirit continues to move over me. He has enabled me to lift myself from these painful losses and has led me to know profound truths about the death, showing me how it lost its sting through the resurrection of Christ, and about the continuation of life in eternity by the power of his forgiveness. He has revealed to me inexpressible truths about himself and opened my spiritual eyes to see beyond this brief earthly trajectory, fixing them on the glory that is yet to come.

Heaven is real. The Holy Spirit is God with us – Immanuel. He came and saw me, thus turning my sorrow into joy. He proved once again that his promises never fail. It doesn't matter how deep is the valley we cross. The Lord is always by our side.  Let us then live from glory to glory, experiencing the abundant blessings and comfort of our God through the working of his Spirit in our lives. His power not only comforts us, but also empowers and strengthens us to follow his calling. He invites us to be his witnesses as we await his return or our going back to the Father’s arms.

But you have the anointing of the Holy Spirit, and so you know all things." 1 John 2:20