A few weeks ago, my spirit was awoken; it must have been somewhere around 3 am.
I looked up with my spiritual eyes to see a portal forming. Out of this portal, I saw clouds forming above me. They continued to form until there was this beautiful cloud above my head. It looked like something that you would find in the early morning hours, where the sun is slightly kissing the edge of the cloud with a beautiful golden hue, cresting off the top in blues and golds.
I lay there looking at it. Then the clouds began to split out from the center until they formed a circular ring formation. As my eyes began to look at it more earnestly, a man knelt as if he was sitting on the edge of the cloud, stooping down through the clouds.
It was Jesus. He wore a white robe with a blue sash. I could see half of his body as he was reaching down from the cloud toward me, and he extended his arm. He was reaching for me. It took me a minute to realize that it was me he was reaching for…
(For a split second, I thought that I wasn’t ever important enough or valued enough for God to really be interested in me. After all, I am nobody important, I don’t have any titles, nor have I sought after any. So why was he reaching down towards me?)
But at the same time, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity just go either, so I quickly reached back up with my spiritual arm and grabbed onto his forearm, and we locked arms… Then, in desperation, I said, “Please don’t ever let go of me. I need your help, and always have. Please don’t let go.”
The moment lasted for a while. My arm was locked with Jesus’ arm, and we looked at each other.
Then the scene faded, and I could still feel his presence linger in the room, my spirit longing to be near him, and my heart exclaimed, ‘Jesus is awesome.’
The scripture tells us that Jesus was leaving the 90 and 9 to go after the one.
I believe he is reaching out to each of us. He wants us to take hold of his arm and to hold on. He is there if we will grab hold.