“Tell Them of My Power”

[Written 1/2021]

An excerpt from my prayer journal: 

“I miss Your voice. I know that’s because of me and not You. I have drifted. Bring me close. Draw me near. I want to sit at Your feet, on stone steps at dusk, with a fire nearby. Please speak to me, Father.” 


I was seated on a stone pavement. Looking around it reminded me of an old town, long ago, in Jerusalem. The fire was in the square providing a warm glow. Jesus was sitting on the steps above me. I couldn’t quite see His face. For I knew He didn’t look like many of the pictures we see and I couldn’t quite put Israeli features on Him. Behind Him was a yellow glow of an open wooden door. Bright yellow that wasn’t quite human for it didn’t flicker and there were no shadows. I sat there with my arms encasing His feet. I looked up into His face.

“The compassion I see in Your eyes took my breath away.”

The air exited my lungs as I looked up into My Savior’s face. The compassion I saw took my breath away. Never have I seen that much compassion in my life. I finished writing and closed my eyes again. 

This time I was hovering slightly above the golden doorway in the street. All of a sudden I was zooming out like Google maps. The doorway was getting smaller and smaller. Then the world started to show. Then stars appeared as the world got smaller. Then the Milky Way appeared, then more stars, and finally our galaxy. The zooming out kept going. I called out to God: 

“I can’t handle this!” 

My brain couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t make it stop so I threw open my eyes. My heart slowed its racing and my breathing started to become a little more normal. Then I heard this: 

“Tell them of My glory, My power, and My strength. My rule and My reign.”

As I finished writing this down, I closed my eyes once again. I was back at the step and was turned into a child because I was sitting on Jesus’ lap. He was stroking my hair. 

“It’s hard, little one. But your Father is right here.” 

He said that as He touched my heart. Jesus then pulled my head underneath His chin and drew me close. 

“Tell them of My power.” 

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Keeping the perspective,
Lauren