So after that day, I started talking to Jesus since He was now my friend. I told Him everything - please watch over my family, please give me a new pencil box and all sorts of requests. Once when my parents argued, I wrote long letter to Jesus telling Him I didn't like earth very much and it would be nice if He took me home.
One of my most vivid memories of being with Jesus was when I was about 13. While I was sleeping at night, someone came to take me somewhere. My spirit seemed to be flying in the air, and I couldn't see but all I could feel was a love that was so strong .. a feeling that I belonged to that person. A love much more intense than what I feel for my earthly parents, and what I have ever felt from them.
We seemed to be flying in the sky, and we reached a place where there were lots of children. They seemed to be surrounding someone and they were all singing. We were there for awhile... then it was time to go back. We 'flew' back to my 'body' and I woke up. The experience was so real I touched my face... and it was so cold.... just like I had just been flying in the sky.
I realise now that I had been with Jesus. And when I was with Him, I didn't want to be with anyone else. I would have chosen to be with Him and never go back to earth if I was given the choice. No words can express the intense love I felt from Him... and there is no possible comparison of that love to anything I that have ever felt in this world.
Its been nearly 20 years, and I still miss that moment of being so near to Jesus. And I know, one day I will experience it again. I know not everyone will believe me, but this is my testimony.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and how long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19
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