Somethings I’m not entirely used to, but I’ve come to realize are from the Lord are visions. I don’t mean to over dramatize this. It wasn’t something where I blacked out and God set my mind in the middle of a movie playing around me. No, it was simple yet powerful. I was quietly reflecting about parts of my life that I hadn’t fully offered to the Lord while sipping coffee in what seems to be the most popular coffee shop in Kathmandu. Sitting there I noticed there was a part of me I wasn’t just not letting Christ in but rather fighting Him on. It was like a small war scene. I could see it all. I was standing in the middle of this grand military fort with its high walls protecting me on all sides. From the tops of walls, I was hurling blows at the ever-advancing army. Nothing seemed to slow their progress. It was nothing short of violent. Despite my desperate tries to hold back the approaching army my walls couldn’t hold, they wouldn’t hold. There I was standing in the middle of the rubble of my once grand fort with my shoulders slumped and my head hung low; defeated. I was standing there paralyzed by the shame of my loss when out of the smoke came a man sprinting in full military uniform directly towards me. Just feet from me he tossed His weapon to the side and opened His arms wide. Upon impact He didn’t tackle me but instead He encased me in His arms and held me there. I stood awkwardly with my arms still at my side not reciprocating the hug from the Leader of the opposing army. Why would I want to? Why not just take me out with rest of my fort? That’s when He told me “I didn’t destroy these walls because I hate you. I destroyed these walls because I love you. I’m here to save you from yourself.” Now I understood. Now I embraced my new refuge. Now I held tightly onto my new strength. Christ.
