I wasn’t brought up in church, I had no religion to speak of. Although I always believed in God. I never really gave Jesus a second thought when I was growing up. But when I turned 36, that all changed. I was walking in the ‘darkest valley’ I have ever had the displeasure of walking through. 3 days before that happened, Jesus came to me, in the most vivid dream I have ever witnessed. This is what happened.
I found myself walking in a dusty marketplace. This seemed to be Jerusalem, or somewhere similar. The market was busy with people buying and selling things. I don’t stop to buy, or look, I just continue walking through. When, I suddenly see Jesus sitting down on a wooden chair. I look around me, but no one else sees Jesus…or even notices that He is sitting there! I look around once more. And look at Jesus again. He smiles, such a warm, lovely smile. He beckons me towards Him. I walk over and stand before Him. The whole time, words are exchanged, yet no words are spoken, and yet I understand every single thing. Jesus has some material folded on His lap. He gives it to me. I smile and take it from Him. I unfold it…it’s a robe.
The significance and timing of this dream visitation from Jesus, couldn’t have come at a better time. When most of my family and friends had deserted me, there was Jesus, showing me that He would be there for me. My light, my hope, my strength in the darkness.
Have you seen Jesus? Comment. I’d love to hear your story!