Karen's Vision 2
This is a dream Karen had about Jesus....Jesus is truly her closest friend!
I dreamed that Jesus Hugged me, and it was more real than you can imagine! Karen Embraced By Jesus January 31, 2006 It was Tuesday night. I had stayed up late, watching T.V. I finally went to bed when I felt like I could no longer hold my eyes open. Earlier that day, I had written an email to my friend Debbie, who is also a writer, that I was procrastinating on finishing my book. I had been working on it over a year, and I was growing tired. I had tried to keep my focus on the project at hand, but perhaps my mind was being drawn away by Earthly concerns.
Her advice to me was that we have to stop at some point. Otherwise, if we allow ourselves to go over and over what we have written, a book could take ten years to finish. I decided I would try not to be so critical of myself, and that I would just finish the book.
I began to pray before falling asleep. As I was praying, The Lord’s Prayer, I began to think of my love for Jesus. I felt an aching in my heart as I thought about the kindness and the love he has shown for me. I’m not sure if I was awake or dreaming, because one minute I was saying The Lord’s Prayer when my thoughts turned to Jesus, and I began to feel overwhelmed by my love for him. It was like I could feel his presence there in the room with me. After the day I had seen him in the church, I was aware when he was near.
I had grown accustomed to what his warm and loving presence felt like, and it was unmistakable. I began to praise him. I told him how much I loved him. Memories flooded back to me about how I had experienced his love, and about how he understood me completely, like no one else ever could. I began to thank him for all that he has done for me. As I thought about how wonderful he has always been, I said, “There is no one like you.”
As I continued to praise him, I was no longer lying in bed, but I saw myself sitting up. I was in a different room, that I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t in my house. While I was praying, I saw Jesus. He was slightly above me as he descended towards me. He was beautiful. He looked like in his pictures, long brown hair and a beard. His eyes were kind and loving, though his face looked serious. He wore a long white gown with a sash over the front, and he had a read heart on his chest like he had in my museum dream.
Though he was simply dressed, he reminded me of a king. He was glowing all over as if a light shined out from within. He looked completely solid, but the light that shined outward from inside him made him look slightly transparent because it shined through his clothing. He flashed before my eyes quickly like a flicker, but I was able to take in all of the details of him. After the brief glimpse I saw he seemed to change into invisible, but I was aware that he was still there. I didn’t need to see him to know.
Suddenly, I felt his arms reaching down to me as if from above, but he continued to descend until he was on my same level. I could feel him drawing me in closer to the warmth of his embrace. I could feel the solidness of his body, even though I couldn’t see him, and I put my arms around his neck. I could feel his love radiating out towards me, and it was the most peaceful feeling I ever felt in my life to be in the arms of Jesus physically. Even when I had seen him at the church, I had only looked at him from a distance.
I never wanted the moment to end, and I sank deeper into his embrace. As I rested my head upon his shoulder, I could feel the comforting, softness of his clothing beneath my face, and I closed my eyes feeling that I could melt into his shoulder. I continued to talk to him and to praise him, though I can’t remember what I was saying. I just remember feeling like I never wanted him to leave, and that I could rest there in the security of his arms forever. I was totally free of any cares or worries, knowing he was totally protective of me, and that I was his. To be this close to him was completely soothing to my soul.
I was uncertain how long the moment would last, because I thought of all of the responsibilities he must have, and about how other people needed him just as much as I did. Some, perhaps, needed him more, but he just held me in his arms for a very long time.It was as if he was allowing me the time I needed to absorb the fullness of his love into my being, and he would stay as long as it took to totally rejuvenate my spirit. To be held in the arms of my savior was so comforting, I finally quit thinking of his leaving me, and I was only existing in the moment, totally consumed by his presence and his love. After a while I realized I was alone, but I was ok with it. I still carried the love within me as if it had penetrated my heart to fullness and wholeness.
I had missed Jesus so much since that day he had revealed himself to me in the church a year ago. I had often broken down in tears in front of my husband, describing how much I missed Jesus. His love was like no other, and his kindness indescribable. My husband had tried to console me by saying, “He is still with you. He hasn’t left you.” I told him that I had seen Jesus. I had experienced being in his presence and I sometimes felt alone, because it wasn’t the same as when he was physically present that day in the church.
I had prayed to Jesus constantly over that year about how I couldn’t wait to see him in person again, and feel the warmth of his embrace. I knew with certainty that on the day when I die and I leave this Earth that Jesus will be waiting for me, and he will be the first person I see. He will come to get me with open arms, and I will finally be able to achieve the longing of my heart, to feel the warmth of his long embrace. I would sink into his arms, and I would be able to rest my head upon his shoulder, and he would hold me in his arms as long as it took for me to feel whole again in his glorious presence.
I had prayed about the longing in my heart to be able to feel his embrace constantly. Yet, I never asked for him to come to me in this way. I had only assumed that I would have to wait for my life to end to experience this much love, comfort, and closeness with the Jesus I adore with my whole heart. I had thought it too much to ask, too far of a reach. Yet, he had come to me when it was unexpected, and given me the best gift anyone can give. He had given me the full desire of my heart.
There is nothing that exists anywhere on this Earth that I would be willing to trade the experience for. A year had passed since I had seen him in the church, and he had not forgotten about me. He can sense when I need him the most, and he still comes. When under the stress of life’s trials he remembers me, and is a continuous refreshment for my spirit. He is still holding my hand in his when I’m tired, discouraged, or when my faith becomes weak, and I know that until I go to live with him permanently, he will never let go of me. I will remain hand in hand with my savior until the day he calls me home.
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