“You wanna hear my dream, Papa?”
“Well, I dreamed I asked God, how to get to heaven.”
Her eyes got real big and she pulled in a deep breath. “And He said, ‘Make yourself into a cross.’ ”
She went from sitting to standing on her chair. “So I went like this—” she held her arms out straight by her side and stood as tall as she could and closed her eyes—“and I flew straight up into heaven.”
Then, my eyes got real big.
“And I saw a really, really big house.” Her smile grew wide and her voice went soft… “And I saw Jesus.”
She told us more. I just don’t remember what it was. She kept talking but my heart was stuck back on that precious smile and the way her voice went soft when she uttered the words…“And I saw Jesus.”
Even now, as I write these words, I feel Something. Maybe you do too, as you read. Like a chill…but not a scary-like chill, but an excited one. Like the atmosphere being charged…with HIS presence.
Like the Creator of all the universe, The Savior, The Answer, The Way, The Truth, The Life, The Answer to all my problems, The Cure to all my ills, The One who loves me like no other, like Jesus The Christ…just walked in the room.
Or maybe, like He's already here, just waiting for me to notice.
Is. Always. Right. Here.
And, I’ll see Jesus.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me.
Out of the countless hours I’ve studied His Word, out of the thousands of sermons I’ve heard preached…the best, I think, have come from the heart of a child.
Thanks for the visit,