Angelic activity at the Keg? There could be weirder blog posts written. This is episode 1 of what I hope to be the first of other experiences of Everyday Angelic Activity!
A few months ago, on one of our city trips (we currently live 6hrs away from the closest city center), we could not find a babysitter for our date night. So, my husband who did not want to miss an opportunity to dine at a finer restaurant than what is available back home, announced, “let’s take the kids!” I was a little shocked and apprehensive to say the least, to cart 5 children ages 2-11 to the Keg on a Saturday evening downtown Winnipeg?!
A little background – over the recent years, behind the scenes our family has experienced an increase in the supernatural. Dreams and visions are not uncommon in our home, including short adventures to heaven – which as crazy as it sounds and easy to dismiss – when you hear a child describe things in heaven that are written in the bible that they’ve never read…it makes you stop and wonder.
“Unless you become like a little child”…the bible says, in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. That is just about as non-religious as you can get…children rich in amazing imaginations…What if the church were to look a little more like that?
On this evening as we loaded up the vehicle, I had a strong impression on my heart – almost tangible – that we were about to have a divine encounter. I felt the Lord say that to me. I told my husband – so that when it happened there was some accountability and if/when it happened, it would not seem like I made it up. I was expecting to meet someone, someone special or a person from our past or Something…I was in for a surprise.
With impressions like this, it’s not like it’s continually on my mind. In fact if I don’t share it immediately OR write it down, I pretty much forget about it sometimes within minutes. This was not any different…we piled into the foyer of the restaurant and I had already forgotten that we were going to have an encounter with someone special.
The reservation was under Rene, my husband. We were greeted with the typical over and above exuberance of a restaurant staff that aim to please. As the took us to the table, they realized that there had been a mistake, they’d given our table to a second reservation under Rene. A group of young business men took up half of it. They apologized as we turned to go back to the foyer. The young business men jumped from their table and expressed that there was N0 Way they were going to take a table from a family with FIVE children. I can see that we were somewhat of an unusual sight at the Keg on a Saturday night, but it’s not like we are the Dugger’s or something.
The server was immediately there as we were still removing our jackets, like they are in most good restaurants – and he mumbled something about api’s for the kids right away. But I really didn’t hear, because I was busy getting kids settled with their crayons and Keg colouring pages. Just as I sat down, a few servers swarmed the table with plates of sliced strawberries, celery six and dip, crackers…lots of little things – each plate identical and artistically displayed was placed in front of each of the 5 kids. Wow, we were pretty impressed with that. We could have left there happy right then.
The rest of the evening is a blur now, except that our experience was the most exceptional dining experience we’d ever had with our children in the decade since we’d had children. The business men visited our table a couple of times to ask how his favorite family was doing. It was almost crazy how on display I felt. There other families there that night, other kids and carseats and all that – but I felt like we were fussed over more than average somehow. The gave us additional orders and now extra cost…it was all a bit strange. I chalked it all up to the fact that it was a great restaurant that went above and beyond our expectation – or a family of 7 meant all hands on deck…all of those are quite possible and maybe even more likely than angelic activity.
It was hours later, lying in bed, kids all asleep, I remembered. As I was resting, I asked the Lord, where was that encounter with someone. I heard him say, “Lets go back to the restaurant.”
Immediately I was back in the restaurant in my mind or in my spirit. And there was another person sitting at our table. Golden, shining, straight, slique hair, he sat there in the middle, with his face so firm like a Lion, radiating an unearthly authority – at first I thought it was the Lord. “This is an Angel named Favor.”
I shuddered. Within seconds I saw every moment we had been in the restaurant, each moment was covered in extraordinary favor. You can read this and hypothesize that it was just really good restaurant service OR you can consider that everyday angelic activity does happen. It was very frequent in ancient history. And it was a church bound in religious demons that outlawed talking to or about angels, calling it worship of angels. Rather than walk around bound in fear of deception, I choose to submit myself and my family under the government of the God of Angel armies. I may make mistakes along the way, However I have a Good Good Father!
May you have increased everyday angelic activity! Warmly, Patty-Jean