November 16th, 2022 – 6:14am – University Of Haifa, Haifa, Israel:
This morning as I was riding in the bus to the University Of Haifa I was listening to God… and suddenly He showed me a vision…
He took me far into the future of time… to the end… my end… and I was standing in front of myself. There I stood, looking at my future self, my completed self, myself at the end of my journey. I was standing tall and shining like a bright star. My clothes were military in their appearance, much like a uniform of sorts. It glowed brightly. Around my waist was buckled a heavy sword. And I held a large silver shield in the other hand. I wore a helmet of what looks like metal-light. I was standing at the head of a huge army that stretched out behind me as far as I could see. The look on my face was confident and settled. The light that poured off me and out of me came from God Himself. There wasn’t a trace of sin or shame… all that had been washed away. And God said, “This is who I see when I see you. My son, complete and whole, shining in my light and preparing for the final battle.” Then I saw from the end back through my life to the beginning, to my birth and even before, God’s grace pouring out from this moment backwards. It was liquid and it was light. It was forgiveness and power. It cascaded across my whole life backwards, His love for me, covered all the moments of my life, the good and the bad. With that flow of grace I saw the blood of Jesus flowing as well. There I stood looking at my completed self… seeing what God had intended me to be all along. There wasn’t a trace of any of the traumas or pain or insecurity or shame of my earthly time life. And in a that moment I knew that God Himself would carry me to this moment and that He Himself would make sure that my path lead me to be this man that stood before me. All I had to do was continue walking forward and trust Him to do the work in me. One moment at a time… one day at a time.
Then the vision ended and I was back in the bus in Haifa, Israel… the bus jolting back and forth as it climbed Mt. Carmel… taking me up to my Hebrew class.
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