God has very carefully laid the foundational truth in me that this is not my true home; that heaven is my home. In fact, I love Abraham for that reason. He knew this too. Even though God had promised land to him and descendants (which he did receive through his seed), when Abraham died the only piece of land that was legally his was a grave. That’s how NOT invested he was in this world. He sought a homeland. He looked for the city who’s builder and maker is Yah. He was after relationship with the Most High, not just what the Most High could do for him (Heb 11:9-16).

Recently I had an experience that brought this to a whole new level for me. My beloved friend, Katrina’s dad (George), really wanted a chance to pray for me before I came to Belgrade. So  my brother, his girlfriend and I went to the Irwins’ on our way out of town. Of course George fed us this wonderful Vietnamese/Indian hybrid food and Ingrid served us green tea that the Asian royalty drinks.

It was getting late and we needed to get on the road, but George had disappeared. Ingrid called him and he came up from the basement where he had been hearing the Lord about what to pray. He had very specific instructions.

George sat me on a low stool in front of the fireplace and sat himself in front of me. I thought, I feel like I’m about to be blessed by a father. Then he threw his tallit on top of me and I really felt like I was going to be blessed by my father. He asked me if he could anoint me with oil (”Of course!” I said) and he asked me if he could pray in tongues without interpretation (”Of course!”). The he said that when he anointed me with oil and prayed for me I would remember.

I didn’t really know what this meant. I thought that maybe he meant I would remember this prayer in Serbia or something, so I decided to wait and see. George anointed me with oil and began to pray, not in his prayer language (I knew what that sounded like), but in an entirely different tongue.

And I began to remember.

All of a sudden I was before my Father, back before, in the beginning. Before I had a flesh. Before my context for “father” was Lou Vitelli, the good steward. No. It was just me and my Father. And I remembered Him putting His hands on my shoulders, just like George was doing now. And I remembered the words He said, not just the spirit of the words, but the words themselves, like one who sudden remembers his native tongue. It was these words, these same words that George was now speaking. And I knew what they were, for indeed, this was my native tongue. He said, “My Beloved. You are My daughter. I love you and am well pleased, and I will always be well pleased. I am your Father, and you are My daughter, and you will always be My daughter. Remember that. When you are on the earth, remember. Remember.”

George’s prayer brought me back to origin. I remembered. I remembered what it was like before I was bound by flesh. I remembered what it was like before I had the picture of father framed for me by Lou. I didn’t need it then. He was first. I was His first.

Truly, heaven is my home.

Truly, Yahweh is my Father.

Danielle Vitelli is from Brevard, NC and a former DPI Ministries Intern who says, “My hobbies include doing Jesus stuff, getting one hundred thousand million people saved, doing more Jesus stuff, and crocheting.”  She is currently living and serving in Belgrade, Serbia.  You can catch up with all things Danielle on her blog at www.kingdomcome1.webs.com.

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