I found myself behind a white picket fence. I was in a yard of a house surrounded by a white picket fence. Oh, it was my home but a fairy tale-like home. A very whimsical feel. I was staying in my yard, pacing the fence, watching the outside world. Pacing, pacing, pacing…. I couldn’t see Him but felt that Father was in my yard with me.
It seemed like I had paced the fence forever when finally, I stopped at the gate, unlocked it and walked out. But once out, I didn’t walk, I began to RUN down the street. Right down the middle. I ran from one end of the town to the other and then back again. Just running from one end of town to the other, right down the middle of the street, with a big grin on my face. I was enjoying the run, wind blowing through my hair. I wasn’t getting tired, but keeping my strength, as I ran. I looked around, I was running with a small crowd, maybe 10 or 15 others. We just ran down the street, one end to the other, running as fast as we could. Again, I couldn’t see Him but felt that Father God was right near me, all around me, as we ran the street.
Finally, I stopped at my house again. I went through the gate and sat on some patio furniture that was in my yard. I hadn’t gotten tired from the running but felt like I was resting just the same. I looked at Father, asking Him silently if I would run again. “Oh yes,” I felt Him whisper, “now that you’ve went through the gate the first time, you can go in and out as you want.”