I've asked Him often. "Can't You give me a vision of You? Others get them, at least I've heard the stories in the Middle East where You have appeared to many Muslims, leading them to salvation ". And then I hear Your quiet voice say, "Judy, My love, you are a woman of great faith. You don't need a vision of Me in order to see Me."
I know He's right. I often imagine Him and me talking over coffee, sitting beside a mountain stream, sharing our hearts, or even galloping our horses across a grassy meadow laughing and whooping. So once again, I turn on a worship song and sing my heart out for my Savior, Jesus.
No one could have imagined what would transpire in our country, in our world, in the six months since my last blog post! The corona virus was just the first outrage to our lives. Then came the shut-down. Then came the the devastation to small businesses and the economy as a whole... due to the lack of social commerce and entertainment. Then came the reports of the many deaths....sometimes dozens at a time. And the ravages of being locked up without any social interaction or schooling for the kids. Being denied church attendance, excercise, education, working to provide food on the table and rent. Depression, suicide, anger, violence fomented in the cramped apartments, and small homes.
The next assault on our generally peaceful lifestyles were the demonstrations, the anarchy, the rioting and looting, and worst of all the pitched battle between law enforcement and the mobs who wouldn't be silenced or stopped. Shootings, stabbings, atrocities on both side leaving grieving wives, parents and children. This was fodder for the politically motivated and they got involved. It spread to the upcoming presidential election and full-fledged war erupted. We were/are very close to a civil war in fact.
Then last Wednesday morning when I sat down in my prayer chair and sighed out my neediness to my precious Lord and Savior, I felt it again. That extreme peace, the absolute quietness, the sense of His presence! I relaxed, rested my arms on the chair with palms open, put my head back and closed my eyes.
I've always thought that a vision would be sort of a trance-like state, or a semi-conscious event. This was neither. But I could see this scenario in my mind behind my closed eyes.
We (I don't know who) were in a huge old castle-like ballroom with dark wood paneling and trim everywhere, possibly even a stag head high on the walls. A huge object, covered or wrapped in shiny red paper, filling the room. It looked as though something like a huge animal was inside, moving ever so slightly.
As we tore off the wrapping paper of this gift, we saw that it was not at all what we thought...in fact it was indescribable as it moved outside into the open...spreading out in all directions. It seemed to be an answer to our recent prayers, but so much more powerful and absolute than we had ever imagined.
Peace was restored across America.
President Trump wins the election, humbly accepting the challenge and going right into action.
Riots and demonstrations stop. Stolen goods were returned; thieves and hoodlums slink back into their holes; but some are humble and repentant.
There is no evidence of Covid 19 or other illnesses. People are happily rebuilding businesses and working together in peace.
Children are in school, both public and private...all having their curriculums now reflecting respect for our history and honor to God. Traditional couples are strolling together in love and happiness. No evidence of the sexual circus prevalent in recent times, and their dress and behavior is more modest.
The dark money sources, the tech dot coms, the media appear chastened and looking lost...looking for something of value.
I must interrupt this picture for a moment to tell you of another scene I have seen so often during my worship and praise times. I am standing about a mile back from the shoreline which is completely littered with wreckage. Just off shore is a huge 50-80 foot wave just cresting....white foam bubbling at it's forward edge. That is it. What does it mean? When does it crash onto the beach? No answers.
Now back to my vision on last Wednesday. When I look up from all the wonderful things occurring around me, I see huge crowds of joyful, and excited people coming out, leaping and running through the streets. They are all dressed in white. They are stopping to share with the devastated. They are teaching, praying with, and supporting the chastened, hiding and silent losers and victims of the violence and financial collapse. These white-clad people are like a flood, everywhere filling in the empty places.
Then, I knew what the bubbly white foam in my prior picture is! The Church, the Bride, the people of God of course. The wave had crashed gently, rapidly bringing the grace of God to the terrible conditions of our America. The foam floated on the wave as it flattened out to minister and save the lost. The great outpouring of God's saving grace.
I've only shared this with my prayer group today and they were encouraged by it. That is why I'm putting it our here. That you might be encouraged. HAVE FAITH! HE WILL NOT FORSAKE US.!