Yes, It Was Really Him

I don’t mean spooky, and I don’t mean metaphor. I mean God still speaks, still warns, still shows up in the middle of ordinary days — and I’ve stopped explaining that away.

You’ll see me use the word supernatural on this blog, and I want you to know exactly what I mean by it — because people load that word with all kinds of things I don’t intend.

When I say supernatural, I mean it plainly: above the natural. That’s all. Not Hollywood, not New Age, not spooky. Just God working in ways that ordinary cause and effect can’t account for.

And that isn’t a fringe idea. It’s the Bible’s own account of reality. Strip every supernatural moment out of Scripture and you’d have almost nothing left.

God speaks.
Angels show up.
Dreams carry warnings.
The Holy Spirit leads, comforts, and corrects.
There are battles going on that no eye can see.
Scripture takes an unseen world completely for granted.

There’s a scene in 2 Kings I’ve never gotten over. Elisha’s servant wakes at dawn to find an enemy army surrounding the city — horses and chariots everywhere — and he panics. Elisha isn’t afraid. He tells the young man there are more with them than against them, and then he prays one thing:

“Yahweh, please open his eyes, that he may see.” Yahweh opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire around Elisha.

— 2 Kings 6:17 (World English Bible)

The enemy army was real. But the far greater reality — a hillside blazing with God’s own cavalry — had been there the whole time. The servant simply couldn’t see it until God opened his eyes. That is the world I mean when I say supernatural: not a world that isn’t there, but one most of us haven’t been shown yet.

I have my own reason to love that verse. Years later, God let me see chariots of my own — but that’s a story for another day.

So when I use the word, I’m not reaching for something exotic. I’m describing the world the Bible says we already live in — and the world I’ve watched God move in, personally, more than once.

The things I’ll tell you happened in daylight, in ordinary rooms, some of them with other people right there. They came with timing too precise to write off as coincidence — a thought arriving at the exact second I needed it, a dream that only made sense years later, a warning that turned out to be protection.

I hold all of it against Scripture. That is my anchor and my test. If something contradicts what God has already said in His Word, I don’t trust it — I let it go. Learning to tell the real thing from my own imagination, or from something worse, is what Scripture calls discernment, and I’ve had to learn it in very practical ways. But testing a thing is not the same as being afraid of it. I won’t shrink these accounts down to make them easier to swallow, and I won’t dress them up to make them more impressive. I’ll tell you what happened, plainly, and let God carry the weight.

I sat on the word supernatural for years, because it’s so easily misread. But no other word is honest. What I lived through was above the natural, and calling it anything less would be a lie.

So here is the frame to read the rest of this blog with: we live in a spiritual world, and God is active in it. The stories ahead are about His protection, His warnings, His voice, His interference with things meant to harm me, and His nearness on ordinary days. The emphasis is always on Him, never on the experience. If something here unsettles you, take it straight to God — He is not the author of fear, and He will meet you with clarity.

And if you’ve ever wondered whether something was just a passing thought or actually Him, I’ve written about one of those nights. Start there, and see what you think.