I was standing surrounded by complete darkness. The darkness seemed to penetrate every molecule all about me, so much so you could not see walls or floor or ground. The sensation was as if I were really there, being able to see nothing anywhere about me. I realized I could not see my hand or anything. Except just ahead-
In front of me a couple steps off was what appeared to be an open door. I did not see the door, merely the opening.
Beyond the door it was as if I were looking at a brilliant sky blue sky with white puffy clouds.
As if I literally were on the same level as the sky itself- or perhaps the heavens.
This was a very quick snippet vision I had not all that long ago.
I was not sleeping. I was fully awake but had closed my eyes for a moment-
When I realized what I just saw, immediately my mind or the enemy tried to convince me that I did not see . . . or that I had conjured it up-
But no, I saw, I saw. I rebuke you in the Name of Jesus!
Then I thought of what I had just seen. It were only for a moment.
Perhaps an open door to a much brighter time just a few steps off?
The darkness- yes- familiar. It has been humanly a dark period. & I, at times, have felt I was pushing through a great cloud of it to just hang onto His tassels.
So dark lately- confusion trying to permeate my mind- and sickness my body.
I have not known what to do. I have not been able to effectively "see" much. -But as in this vision, I have been standing. & There, I was standing-
Brilliant blue sky just outside the door.
Hang on my child? Hang on? You;re almost there?
-I do not know.
A thought wafted through, wondering if I was unknowingly a couple steps from passing literally into the heavens.
This caused a breech in thought between the me who knows to be with God is much better and where we all hope to be and
the me that feels my purpose here is not done. -Thinking of my children- including my fifteen year old daughter who has a little more than two years left of school, . . . another daughter who is a young mother and struggling to make everything work, and my three who do not yet know God. . . -and my grandson, just diagnosed (or not) with asthma- at 9 months old.
Then a selfish twinge ran through me. or I knew somehow I did not feel it was my time.
Then a twinge of guilt followed, knowing I should long for God's will in my life, whatever it is----- no matter what.
But still, I thought of all the others---beyond my family---- who do not know Him yet, and again felt as if it cannot be my time to go. The burden is still so heavy. -For them all.
An open door just ahead of me-
What did it mean Lord?
Still, I know You are with me. I know what You showed me. I know that You gave me something when I needed to see something, hear something . . .
And Lord I do thank You. I praise You.
Forgive me if I am falling short of who You have created me to be. But thank You that You are faithful. You are Strong. You are my Protector, my Provider, my God-
Oh Lord, be with us all this night. In the Name of Jesus- Amen
Mya "imavessel" in Ohio
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With what seems to have been, (at least I would assume so), to have been a powerful experience with intense feelings of awe and perhaps a glimpse of His majesty? I would like to "see" the imagery that might make the reader feel as you did when you had the vision. With something this potent; I'm sure that will be a challenge, but what a glorious article, should you choose to maybe "take us there" rather than tell us what it was like when you "were there."