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I had Jesus visit my dreams last night. I can describe him in every detail.
Long flowing dark brown hair, tanned skin with beard, brilliant white robe with a deep blue sash. He sat at a table with me, hugged me, and I back.
And not just any table. The ones they used in his day. We didn't sit in chairs, but on mats on the floor.
He didn't say anything, but did he really need to? It was incredibly real.
The room itself was lit bright. I feel like he may have called me up for a hangout. Rewarding me for all the prayer I've been doing.
I can only recall something similar happening to me 32 years ago close to my seventh birthday. But it was Satan that time. Mama and I were still living in her apartment on back then, and I had fallen asleep in the couch. In my dream I had woken up but the living room was unnaturally dark. I felt I was being chased. By monsters. Mama and the Pastor both agreed these were demons.
Satan was trying to claim me first. But I ran. I called out for her but she didn't answer. I kept running.
But then I really woke up. Terrified. The lights were off, but the moonlight was filtering through the windows and I could see. I called out for her and she answered. I ran to her room and she let me sleep with her for the rest of the night.
That shook me so badly that I told her about it. She and the Pastor knew from the onset what had happened. They thought that if I made a decision for Christ that I may never experience that again. So I did. I had to wait till I was tall enough to stand with my head above the baptismal pool, and in August of 1996, I was baptized. I never had that kind of dream again.
So to have this kind of dream but with Jesus, almost 30 years later? This is major.
Long flowing dark brown hair, tanned skin with beard, brilliant white robe with a deep blue sash. He sat at a table with me, hugged me, and I back.
And not just any table. The ones they used in his day. We didn't sit in chairs, but on mats on the floor.
He didn't say anything, but did he really need to? It was incredibly real.
The room itself was lit bright. I feel like he may have called me up for a hangout. Rewarding me for all the prayer I've been doing.
I can only recall something similar happening to me 32 years ago close to my seventh birthday. But it was Satan that time. Mama and I were still living in her apartment on back then, and I had fallen asleep in the couch. In my dream I had woken up but the living room was unnaturally dark. I felt I was being chased. By monsters. Mama and the Pastor both agreed these were demons.
Satan was trying to claim me first. But I ran. I called out for her but she didn't answer. I kept running.
But then I really woke up. Terrified. The lights were off, but the moonlight was filtering through the windows and I could see. I called out for her and she answered. I ran to her room and she let me sleep with her for the rest of the night.
That shook me so badly that I told her about it. She and the Pastor knew from the onset what had happened. They thought that if I made a decision for Christ that I may never experience that again. So I did. I had to wait till I was tall enough to stand with my head above the baptismal pool, and in August of 1996, I was baptized. I never had that kind of dream again.
So to have this kind of dream but with Jesus, almost 30 years later? This is major.