I was sound asleep. The bedrooms in our house were in the basement. I woke as if someone jiggled me awake with a calm urgency. It was freezing cold outside, but the expectation of leaving the warm bed and shivering did not stop me from getting up and walking out into the hallway. Our children were fine in the next room, sleeping peacefully. But, I was prompted to walk down the hallway and up the stairs and into the living room.

There in the middle of the living room was a blazing red glowing smoke stack on the woodstove. The room was filled with smoke. I immediately woke my husband who dressed warmly and climbed to the roof to remove a screen that had frozen over, blocking the tremendous heat inside the smoke stack. It took about half an hour for the red glow to diminish.

We heard the next day on the radio that the temperature had dipped to minus 40 degrees during the night. Moisture in the wood that was burning in the woodstove had risen to the top but froze as soon as it hit the outside temperature which in turn blocked the screen on top of the roof.

Although all of my physical senses seemed to be “asleep” my spiritual senses were not. Our spiritual senses are cognizant, being communicated to by God, wisdom, in alignment with safety and wellbeing.

All the sciences teach us that things are not what they seem quite often, but this doesn’t mean we walk around thinking everything is unreal. Sight, feeling, hearing, touch and so on are real, when they are conscious of that which is real, Love, intelligence, and goodness.

We can refine the spiritual senses and not feel a reluctance to follow through on what they are guiding us to do, or not do. We can trust our spiritual senses.