I had a dream

Let me just start this by saying, I don’t typically remember my dreams. I’ll have a few every now and then that I remember, but most of the time I forget them. I can say that the ones I remember, I remember vividly. I can actually feel what is going on in my dreams; pain, joy, love, everything. This morning I woke up and couldn’t get the dream out of my head so I told it to Denise and Tamica and they encouraged me to write this blog telling what it was. So here goes.

 

I remember walking with someone close to me down a very dark hallway, it was almost cave-like in its darkness. It was very mechanical looking from the dim light that was in this hallway and I began to feel a bit anxious. I started to talk to the person I was with in an effort to calm both of our nerves. We continued down this long hallway completely unaware of where we were going, or what we would find and the entire time we just talked to remain calm. After a long walk, we came to what we thought was a dead end, only it wasn’t. There was a hole in the wall that was just big enough for us to fit through one at a time…the problem with this hole was that it surrounded by shards of glass that pointed every which way from inside the hole. Neither of us were willing to go into the hole, but I decided to look inside to see what was on the other side. What I saw was a crucified Jesus on the left side of a room, with two empty crosses next to him and no one inside the room but Him. I looked at Jesus, and then I looked at the hole and what it was going to take to get to Him. I would be cut, I would bleed, I would suffer….was it worth it? I decided that I had no choice…I went into the hole. I can remember the pain I felt as I got into the hole, the glass tearing at my skin, and seeing the blood run down my arms and legs. It was almost unbearable, but finally, I made it to the other side. I then looked back to see my companion still standing on the other side of the wall. He stood there staring at the hole, and then me, and then back at the hole with a terrified look on his face. I looked back at him and said, “come on! you can do this!” I then turned my head to look at Jesus and walked towards Him. I stood underneath Jesus and just stared. At that moment, a single drop of blood fell from His feet and landed on my head. I felt this rush and then looked at my body….the blood was gone, the cuts were healed, and I was made whole.

 

The blood of Jesus has healed me from a great many things, and I believe that this dream was meant to show me that in a very physical way.  “But he was wounded for our transgressions;he was crushed for our
iniquities;upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and
with his stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53:4-6

 

What happened in my dream can happen for you in a very real way. By accepting Jesus into your heart, you will inherit all the goodness of God in an instant. Only Jesus has the power to heal, whether it is physical, emotional or psychological and it doesn’t matter what your past is like. Jesus was sent here for you, and he would have died on the cross for you even if you were the only person on this earth. He loves you, and wants to set you free and heal you from the inside out….will you let him?