I came across a vision God gave me that I had written down a few months back. This vision stirred me in a way I cannot even express. I am not sure who else this is for, but it was impressed upon my heart to share it.
The Vision of the White Horses
A winter beach stretched out as far as the eye could see. The length of it was so grand it hinted that it encircled the vast of the earth. The clouded sky and the white sand were set apart so clearly by the deep blue water.
There on the plush quilt of sand stood a single, white, iron-rod chair facing the sea. It was simple, yet elegant and occupied by one; myself. I wore” a midnight blue gown and my hair was wind-blown and full of the scent of the sea, my gaze fixed on the horizon.
A stampede of white horses came rushing on the shore, moving in a fluid motion, streaming by with the intensity of the sea. One horse caught my glance and he slowed to a halt as he stepped outside of the rushing movement, and waited. I went to him. He was beautiful, majestic, and inviting. I knew without hesitation that I was called, and made to go. It was as if I was facing my ‘kind’. I knew I was to ride with them, wherever the Spirit of God led, as one of the witnesses of Christ returning. Wherever the wind blew, wherever the Spirit led, I would follow.
For some of you, the idea of a vision, especially this one, may seem strange. However, my Dad created me and knows how I think. I am a very visual person. It is the way I learn and understand best. So, He talks to me in this way.
I cannot fully explain the depth of what I saw, nor do I believe I am intended to at this point. Yet when I revisit this picture in my mind I can hear the sound of the horses treading the earth. There is this intensifying pulse that I can feel in my heart and see in their movement that is urgent, magnificent, and calling to abandon life unto this cause!
