Have you ever said a prayer, forgotten about it; then suddenly, God invades your space? Later, bewildered and mystified, you realize all He did was to answer your prayer. That happened to me the spring of 1995. I prayed:

While returning home from another day of servicing Christian book racks in grocery stores in Oklahoma City, my thoughts ran to what I had quickly read from a newsletter before starting the trip. The Scripture was I Corinthians 3:9, “You are . . . God’s building.”  The statement was made that those who have gone on to be with the Lord from all past generations are in the body of Christ and we, living today, are in his feet.  What a profound statement, I thought.

My goal was to service twenty-five stores in Oklahoma, but now, I found myself servicing fifty! I thought, Well, I certainly do feel like feet running all over the place.

            I thought back sixteen years to what a minister had said, “Even if you are only in the heel or a little toe in the body of Christ, you are still above all satan can do to you. You have authority over all the power of the enemy, because Jesus’ heel bruised the head of the serpent when Jesus arose from the dead” (see Genesis 3:15.)  That means I am in Christ and Jesus is seated at the right hand of the Father in heavenly places far above all evil. And, all things are under both our feet (see Eph.1:20-22).

Could it be that I literally am that little toe in the body of Christ, or in the heel?  I tried to picture how it might look, with Christ as the head of the body. In the neck would be Adam and Eve. In the shoulders their sons and daughters, Noah and the patriarchs of the Bible—Abraham, Isaac, Jacob; and in the body, the twelve tribes of  Israel with the kings, and major and minor prophets; in one leg, my grandparents, and in the other leg, my Aunt Dorothy who suffered all her life physically. I saw her whole and complete in Him; then, in the ankles, I envisioned those who had gone on before us in the Christian book business. Lastly, I saw believers, who are alive today and remaining on the earth, in the soles of the feet.

As I continued to ponder the Bride while driving past open wheat fields almost ready for harvest and the one Church destined for the throne––that we are his feet––something began to happen.

I just watched . . . the body of Christ began to move. It seemed so very heavy and cumbersome . . . like in a slow motion movie. Its shape resembled a huge, fat teddy bear. It very slowly turned . . . then, it took one step, then another step, very, very slowly, until each step became faster and faster until it was running to one side of the United States to the other––east then west, back and forth.

            I continued to watch as though I was watching a television set––faster and faster the body ran. Soon, the feet gently lifted from the ground, just as smoothly as an airplane taking off from a runway. It was like the body was going so fast that it overcame gravity. With the vision came an internal sensation exactly like being on an airplane––feeling its powerful thrust upon acceleration.

I literally came unglued. Tears flowed all the way home. I could hardly believe what God had shown me. I could hardly take it in, comprehend it all . . . still can’t.

            I asked God to remove this from me if it was not from Him, but, if it was, I prayed it would never go away. It has intensified. I told no one of this incident. I could not.  Every time I got alone, it would return. I’d see it all over again. Tears came with every thought.

            Finally, I sat down and asked God to show me what had happened. My Bible opened to Daniel 7:28, “My waking thoughts troubled and alarmed me much, and my cheerfulness of countenance was changed in me; but I kept the matter [of the interpreting angel’s information] in my heart and mind” (Amplified, emphasis not mine).

            I knew then that God had taken control of my “waking thoughts.”  A couple days later, God reminded me of what Joseph said to the Pharaoh, “That the dream was sent twice to Pharoah and in two forms, indicates that this thing which God will very soon bring to pass is fully prepared and established by God” (Gen. 41:32 Amplified). An incident with geese circling upward to the Son had already pictured the Rapture to me, only in a different form. Unlike this vision, it brought great joy to my heart; this one, great sorrow, which I could not understand.

            The events continued. July of 1995, at my Christian book convention, Fran told a story about a little girl who saw her feet under the bathroom stall and said, “Hello, book lady.” 

“How did you know who I am?”

 “By your shoes,” the little girl replied.

Ken Medema sang an impromptu song to Fran’s story about how beautiful the feet are of those who bring Good News (see Isa. 52:7). As he sang, I heard these words in my right ear, “See there, you aren’t just beautiful feet, you are my feet.”

I looked around to see who was speaking; No one was there.

Those words haunted me all the way home––all night long. We could find no motel, and literally, with every thud, thud, thud, thud of the tires hitting the pavement, those words, You Are My Feet, resonated over and over in my being.

I knew it was time to tell someone when the image began to tear me up inside, thinking I would burst if I did not tell. Afraid no one would believe me, December of 1995, I prayed, “Lord, if this is from You, I ask that when I tell Jim, he will not say one word.”

I walked into the living room and told my husband the whole thing. He said nothing, did not even look at me, got up and went into another room.

Later, in January 1996, when recounting all this to him with the geese story, Jim very firmly said, “You have never told me any of this!”

 Meanwhile, every time I closed my eyes, the vision was there, and tears would come–– over and over––for over one year.

I pleaded with God, “What is it You want? Why are You doing this to me?”

He spoke to my heart: I’ve only answered your prayer. I will pour out my Spirit on all people, Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days. I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke (see Joel 2:28-30).

Those days are here. As one, we will turn in repentance before a holy God. We are the Joel 2:28-30 generation who will burn the enemy’s gates with the fire of Jehovah God’s Word––on Earth, as we have been commissioned to do. As we are still accelerating in spiritual maturity, our feet will cross the finish line.

And yet, all this answered the question of "what," but it was not until one snowy night that the Lord answered my question of "how."