Many years ago I had a dream where I was visited by Jesus. It was so vivid and clear that I felt and knew it was real. In the dream…
I was walking down a long road that was lined and covered by trees that were creating the most beautiful canopy overhead. It was fall and the colors were amazing and vivid. As the wind slowly rustled you could see the light dancing on the roadway.
I felt utterly alone and wishing beyond wishes that somehow my life would be worth something, that I would not be forced to forever wonder if I had a purpose or if I was from the beginning, nothing but a mistake.
As I walked down the old dirt road I could see someone walking towards me. That person was a long ways off and I wondered what they were doing there. As I continued to walk they were suddenly in front of me just a few feet away. I knew without any introduction who it was and all within me jumped with joy and simultaneously shook with fear. It was Jesus.
I had spent years calling to Him, begging Him to help me from one thing or another. I had asked Him to help my daddy stop drinking, to stop being so angry, to just stop. I asked over and over and over and each time I felt that my prayers fell on deaf ears, there was silence and the prayers were unheard. My heart broke with each unanswered prayer and my belief in a God that loved me and a Jesus that saves all was shaken, of course not destroyed, but damaged.
The very moment I saw my Saviour standing there looking at me all my fears were in front of me. The joy of seeing Him there was inside of me. I could feel my heart leap. But I couldn’t allow it to carry me into His arms. I couldn’t allow it to help me feel peace. Instead I felt the fear and the dread. Is He here to tell me I was asking for too much, begging too much, that He had too much to do to deal with to worry about my miniature problems? Was he there to crush my very existence because I was a mistake? Was He there to accuse me of all the bad I had ever done, ready to sentence me to life of unbearable pain and suffering?
Hundreds of questions flew through my head in the split second before He spoke and then they were all silenced by His smile. What a sweet smile, warm and inviting. The very glance of His eyes melted my heart and put me at ease. His voice was soothing and yet it was strong and had authority.
“You are my girl.”
What did He say, surely He was mistaken, He had the wrong girl?
“You are mine and I love you, no one can harm you. You were not a mistake and I have many plans for you, you are mine.”
I couldn’t believe that with three sentences He crushed every fear I ever had. Tears streamed freely down my face and as they did He reached out and wiped up each and every one. Not one fell to the ground. I felt relief and joy and peace wash over me and as quickly as He was there, He was gone again.
To this day that memory remains. It was a powerful, life changing moment. His love is everlasting, unrelenting and unconditional. It is pure. I am thankful for a love like that, a love I don’t deserve but freely receive. It is a love for the taking. It is for you. Have you had an encounter with Jesus?