Picture One: Standing in the sand on the Oregon Coast. Jesus came walking up beside me, and I could see that His strides in the sand were bigger than mine. He scooped up my hand and asked, "Would you be my girl?" He fills me with more love than anyone ever did, how could I even hesitate?! How could I refuse Him? He leads me by still waters, He comforts me. His love for me has NO bounds.
Picture Two: I saw a marble courtyard, and covering the floor of the courtyard was warm rich blood, about two inches deep. Then people slowly started filling the courtyard, little children curiously reached down and stuck their fingers in the blood, then everyone reached down and washed their hands in it. Before I knew it, Blood was smeared all over their arms, faces, legs, and clothes.
Suddenly, the courtyard was completely empty, but the traces of people were still there. I then left and went walking through the streets of Jerusalem. The walls and houses were COVERED in smears of the blood. Small hand prints covered everything, the roads had blood on them, the animals, the temples, the jails. I left Jerusalem and came home to Salem Oregon, and it was the same! Blood covered everything, and everybody!! We couldn't get away from it, nor did we want to.
So it is the same with the blood of the Lamb.
(Sometimes, God speaks to me in strange/intense pictures)
Picture Three: So, Jesus and I were sitting in the grass, on a dark starry night. There was a warm, comforting bonfire between us. "Give it to me." He whispered. I closed my eyes and started to let go, but I felt, like, out of control. I started to hesitate and grabbed for my heart! I wouldn't let go! Immediately, He reached for my hand and held it away from my chest. "Let go child... Give it to me." He smiled. "I'm trying." I told Him.
Slowly, we both lowered my hand, and my heart area was exposed. Then Jesus did something I would have never imagined. He slowly reached into my chest, grabbed my heart, and pulled it out. The flames flickered in our faces. We met eyes and I realized that I wasn't breathing. Jesus held my heart in Him big Daddy palm. He steadied and gave me His breath in my lungs. My heart pounded in His hands, beating with all of my dreams, secrets and ideas. He held it so gently, so lovingly. He looked into me, and smiled with so much love, how could I have ever not been moved by Him! I then realized that I was totally naked before my God.
How does God speak to you? What has He been whispering in your ear?
