It’s amazing how wonderful God is! He is wonderful BEYOND human comprehension. I realized a few days ago that there was a vision I had that the post never saved to the site and I felt I needed to go back through and make sure this one was on here. I praise the Lord that I am able to remember this so vividly, because without the grace of God allowing me to remember what I have, I would not have it on here at all.
God Bless!
Date : September 30, 2011
I was laying in bed, thanking God for all He has done in my life. Laying there praising him with my soul and heart. My eyes were closed and I felt as though I was drifting off to sleep, but then again… I wasn’t. Suddenly I realized I was standing in grass, I could feel the wet cool blades of grass on my bare feet and as I looked around I say this amazing field and fog that traveled off into the distance. In the middle of the field was the picnic table I had come to know so well, only it was different. It was… pink?
Then there were 4 girls that came running over to me. One of them shouted my name with amaze and excitement. “Cynthia!”, as she threw her arms around my waist. Suddenly I realized who this was. This was Emily! A dear friend’s daughter! She looks exactly like her, was the only thought that came to me as I smiled at her and said “Emily, dear.” She has 3 girls with her, all close in age it seemed. “Girls, what are you doing here?”
“Playing” Emily told me.
I smiled at them, “So, what would you girls like to do?” I remember asking them. They shrugged in response to me, so I stopped for a second. Literally.
“Would you girls like to make pictures for Jesus?”
“YES!” all 4 of the squealed with excitement as they took my hands and we rushed to the picnic table. There I found a LARGE pad of paper, that seemed to be about 26×30 (like my drawing pads on earth) and below were bins upon bins of coloring and painting supplies. Every medium you could think of. As I started to tear of pages for each person at the table, movement caught the corner of my eye. I turned to my right and saw a small shadow coming over. Suddenly the shadow came out of the fog and I saw Joshua!
“Mama!” Josh shouted as he came running over.
“Josh, honey!” I climbed out of the picnic table and embraced him in the biggest hug ever. “Do you want to draw pictures for Jesus with us?” I asked him and the 2 boys that were with him.
“We sure do!”
I remember ripping off pages for the boys too and that the table that would normally seat 8 adults, suddenly grew so that it would seat 12. It was amazing, but still pink. I was not blessed to be able to remember the pictures we drew. I don’t remember the kids leaving, but I know that they took our pictures to Jesus for me.
Josh and I were sitting on the bench of the picnic table, with our backs to the table. He looks to be about 7 or 8 now. I was amazed at how much he had grown. He looked more and more like his daddy. We were laughing and making jokes when I my grandfather walked over to us. We were in the middle of a good laugh when he looked at me and then Josh, with a big smile on his face and said “Josh, your Nan and Pap are waiting for you.” Josh’s eyes got HUGE “I forgot!” he looked at me and quickly gave me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. “Bye, Mama” and ran off. All I could do was chuckle and wave hollering to him as he left “Bye Josh!”
Grandpa sat down next to me, we sat on the table, with our feet on the bench. We talked about Jesus and God and how much they loved us. Grandpa told me how proud of me he was and he was so happy to see how strong I had become. I remember telling him how sometimes I felt weak, which is when he reminded me that all I needed to do was to call out to Christ and I would be given as much strength as I wanted. I smiled at him and told him how I loved to worship Christ and God. Grandpa said it’s normal to love to worship them, they did so much for us. I felt my heart begin to worship, so I climbed off the table and knelt in the grass, facing into a wall of fog and began to praise and worship Christ. Thanking Him for all He had done for me. For receiving me like he did and saving me from who I was. Holding me in His arms as I died to my old self and embraced who I truly was.
I felt a presence upon me, and when I opened my eyes I saw the sandaled feet of Jesus before me. So close that I didn’t have to reach out my hands to touch them and all I had to do was lean forward to the floor to kiss them. I was so honored that He was here.
“Child, why do weep?” He said to me, so softly.
“My Lord, I weep with love for you.” I told Him, as tears came down my face and I could not lift my head.
“Child, rise. Come.” He reached His right hand down to me as I looked up. He took my hand in His and helped me rise. My hand still in His we walked over to the picnic table. Sitting down on the bench I began to speak.
“Dearest, Jesus, I love you so much. Words can not express it.”
“Child, I know.” He responded, a small soft smile brimming on His face.
“I wish I could show you.” I told Him.
“Would you like to dance for me, child?”
My eyes lit up, “Yes! Please!” I told Him, so excited that I had the chance to dance for the King. To worship before Him.
I looked down and my jeans and t-shirt had turned into this amazing pale purple dress, that just flowed as I moved. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. One spin and my feet were moving. I twirled and dipped, twisted and kicked, arms moving as an extension of the dance. So fluid and beautiful. I spun softly and opened my eyes for a moment as I danced, there before me I saw an angelic choir and orchestra that was playing so that I could dance. The music was amazing! Nothing that I had ever heard before.
I dipped low and moved my arms out in an arc before me, as they scooped low and began to rise so did my body, three steps forward and they were full risen and I spun again and again. One foot in front of the other I spun and lowered my body, ending my dance and prostrating myself before the King. I heard a rumble in the sky and I felt the air become thick, but not in a bad way. I slowly lifted my head and I saw the clouds roll in and begin to part, as I saw this amazing chair on the clouds. It reminded me of an old fashion throne, from medieval times maybe, but it was on the clouds and there was amazing light coming off of it, as it came closer it got brighter. The sky went from blue to purple and the rumbling seemed closer but did not sound dangerous, it seemed like a cleansing roar. I dropped my head as the glory became too heavy to hold my head up against it any longer and I wept. As tears fell in the spiritual they fell in the natural and within seconds, I was asleep.
