One night I went to worship down the street. We sang and prayed for quite a long time, when a moment unfolded that was as real to me as this page is right now. I was standing there, singing to the Lord, when my arms started swaying in the breeze like I was a tree or something. I could actually hear breezes blowing – and chirping birds -- but it was night and I was inside a building! The Lord had shown me I’m like a flower in the field, swaying in worship and adoration of Him. A lily.