“You wanna hear my dream, Papa?”
“Absolutely.”
“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.
I.
AM.
Is. Always. Right. Here.
All
I
have
to
do
is
make
my
life
a
cross.
And, I’ll
see Jesus.
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,
ipray4u
2 comments:
Doug, this is such a heart tugger...thank you for sharing.
I loved the part about a big house in Heaven. Precious.
Thanks Jody, I'm thankful to witness these things in living color, and humbled that God allows me to write about them.
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