This is the final day of “31 Days of Whimsical Encounters” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.It has been an amazing month and I’m grateful to The Nester for her challenge! After today I will resume blogging about random and whimsical life – family stories, revelation from the Word, possibly more encounters. Thanks for reading this month, please come by again!
I closed my eyes and asked the Lord if He wanted to take me somewhere. Instead of a vision of the next place, I heard His voice, “Where do you want to go?” A bit taken off-guard, I finally said, “Somewhere mystical. And amazing.” He asked me if I wanted to go to the Temple. Of course, my answer would be yes.
We started walking towards the MASSIVE steps. Gold steps. Leading to a enormous structure. The front ‘lawn’ was like a park, a beautiful, heavenly park. As we walked down the lane towards the steps, there were certain places we would step that would set off water fountains that were surrounding the temple. They were all different shooting designs, different heights. It was creative. It was amazing and extravagant. As we got closer to the steps, I saw that there were lion statues on either side of the staircase. Only they were not made of stone, they were made of solid gold. The atmosphere was not light-hearted but not somber either. It was… mystical. We climbed the gold steps, He opened the door…
Jesus and I were sitting at a square table with a Scrabble board in front of us. The table was set in a park, like a city park. There were people randomly around. There was a big fountain. Grassy hills. A sidewalk circling and weaving in the park. We both had a cup of coffee. I was thoroughly enjoying the relaxing time with Him. I said, “I could stay here forever.” He looked at me, inquisitively… was that a gleam in His eye? “What’s forever?”, He asked. Why was He asking me such a ridiculous question? “You know. For all time, ” I said. “There is no ‘all time’. We are in time.” I had no idea what He meant by that. It didn’t matter. My next thought was random, I really wanted a piece of cherry cheesecake. A second later, a being – was it an angel? – showed up by my side with a plate of cherry cheesecake. I was shocked. I had not said a word about wanting this. I asked Jesus about it. He told me, “Your thoughts are known. When you think something, it comes to pass.” What a place we were in!
I saw myself in a life-size maze. I first thought of a corn maze but then realized it was a maze of mirrors. I wasn’t really sure why I was there or what the maze meant. I followed it a bit and just kept thinking, “Everywhere you go, there you are.” I couldn’t tell if this was a positive thing or a negative. I asked the Lord for clarification or if we were going anywhere else. I heard nothing.
I found Jesus sitting on a swing that was hanging from a branch. I looked closer, it wasn’t a tree branch, it was the Cross. He had me sit down on another swing, hanging on the other arm of the Cross. He told me too many people view the Cross only as a place of repentance but it is also the place of freedom. We leave our mess at the foot of the Cross but He also wants to give us something. We should never leave the Cross empty-handed. We began to swing but these were no ordinary swings. Like a ride at the amusement park, as we began to swing, the arms of the Cross began to spin, to twist like a helicopter propeller. As we swung faster and higher, the top lifted off and we spun up into the air. Then we fell back to earth. Then we lifted up again, this time higher. And we fell back again. Each time we lifted, it was higher. I loved the air blowing through my hair, the feeling of weightlessness as we swung into the air. I was experiencing FREEDOM at the Cross.
I seemed to be in some sort of whimsical fairytale land. It was a ‘playground slash carnival’ where pastel colors ruled. Life-size dumdum suckers, a merry-go-round, a cotton candy booth, a slide… the atmosphere radiated with a soft, whimsical, delight-filled, airy aura.
I enjoyed a whirl on the merry-go-round, ran towards the slide, having such a good time – having fun. It was then that I realized just outside the realm of the this fairytale land, was thick darkness. With blindfolded people – no, only women – blindfolded women, grasping around in the darkness. They had no idea that, for some of them, just inches away was a whole different life. Where the blindfold was non-existent, there was no darkness and life was different. Much different. It was free. It was fun. It was bright.
Without words, I felt the Lord tell me that I could go and grab the arm of a woman and pull her into this different reality. I ran out into the darkness, grabbed her arm and pulled her into this whimsical place. She was changed forever. She began to enjoy the merry-go-round, get some cotton candy, have fun. It was time to rescue another woman from the eery, dark world and bring her into this pastel and whimsy light. I ran out again, grabbed another woman by her arm and pulled her into this better and brighter reality. This happened over and over. It was never a violent rescue but always a swift one. Just run out intentionally, towards one woman, and pull her into our fairytale world.
I’m at a fence again. Not a picket fence and not in my yard. This time it’s out in the country, a rickety wooden fence separating a pasture from a dirt road. I’m standing there with Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit. All of us, standing there in the pasture, leaning on the fence, looking out at the road. Then someone walks by, we wave, chat a minute and then we hand them a Coca-Cola as they leave. Another person walks by a bit later, and then another. Sometimes the conversation is short, sometimes the person stays a while and even greets others with us, but always we give them a can of Coke as they leave. Some people run by, no time for a chat but we run a Coke out to them just the same. For hours, we continue our mission, making sure that everyone that passes by receives a can of Coke.
Jesus and I were walking in a forest. Or what were the remains of one. Every where I looked, everything was dead. Dead trees, dead leaves everywhere. Not one thing had any touch of green left on it. The place looked like a fire or plague had swept through and destroyed it all. Brown, dark, desolate. I was so sad that here Jesus was walking through this place – but there was no life. I asked Him, “Can this place come alive?” He looked at me like I should answer my own question. I don’t know if He told me too or just His look spoke to me. Whatever happened in those moments, in the next I found myself speaking to the nearest dead, slender trunk, “Come alive. Come alive”. Slowly, slowly life returned as I coaxed it with my words. It was as if a movie in real time – maybe eternity – was put into slow motion, as the tree began to come alive and grow leaves and turn green.
I moved onto the next dead trunk. This time He told me to put my hand on the tree as I spoke. Life came a little quicker. He was teaching me how to bring life to dead things. As we crunched on the dead leaves moving to the next lifeless tree, I felt like I should dance my way over. I half-skipped along, the leaves beneath me began to green up, coming alive. Before I even touched the next tree, life began to come. My dancing was emanating life.
What began as a half-hearted skip dance became an extravagant full-motion dance as I moved along. Life was springing up all around me. All of the sudden, I was wearing professional dance wear…. a leotard and flowing skirt, effortlessly gliding through the forest. But as I looked again, I was a young child, innocently dancing along. Childlike but proficient in my life-bringing dance.
I was in a bed of flowers. But I was as small as a bumblebee. It felt like a scene out of Lord of the Rings or another fantasy where humans co-existed in a land of giants. I was sitting there on a flower petal, in a daze. I’m not really sure why but I felt only half awake. All of the sudden, a ‘being’ came and wrapped me up in, what seemed to me, a large lettuce leaf. It was some sort of greenery. I was then laid on a giant flying bug… like a dragonfly. I wondered if I should be afraid but deep down, I knew that what had control of my adventure right now could be trusted. I wasn’t sure what was happening, where I was or where I was going. But I knew I could trust.
I was on a ship with Jesus. Not a raft, gently floating on the seas this time but a large ship. It reminded me of a pirate ship. We were moving quickly across the waters and I could sense that there was probably enemy ships not far away. Jesus explained to me that we were in dangerous seas and yes, there were enemies around and we were heading to an island. There was a person stranded there. Actually they had been surviving there, alone, for too long. And we were on a mission. A mission of rescue. Jesus and I, on a rescue mission – to get the one.
But as we neared the island, I realized there were more people on the ship. Actually there was a whole crew. A numerous one. We were all going to rescue the one. Thinking of Scripture where Jesus the Shepherd, left the 99 to find and rescue the one, I was in awe over the fact that this time, Jesus actually was taking the 99 with Him to rescue the one.
We arrived at the island and all stormed the shores to find the one. The weary one. The one who had been surviving in a dangerous land alone. But the rescue squad had finally come. We found the one. We surrounded the one – offering love, encouragement, help, comfort and support. Mostly love. This weary survivor had been rescued. The many had gone out to rescue the one.
My family and I were all in our home, doing life together. All of the sudden, the wind came up and began to blow so hard that our home began to move. I looked out the window and, yes, we were actually moving in our home. Like a car sailing down the interstate – it seemed like we ‘drove’ down the road forever. I looked out and saw fields pass by as we traveled down the road within our home.
Finally, after such a long time, we came to a stop. I tell my kids, “Go, look out the window. We are now in a new place. In a new neighborhood.” We all walk out of the house and just sit in the grass, wondering about the strange events. I look up in the sky. There’s a bright light. A familiar bright light. “I’ve seen this light before,” I think to myself. But wait, this time, I see something in the light. It’s a dove.
I’m startled as the dove touches down and lights a stick on fire. The stick is now my torch. My torch radiating from my home. My home that’s in a new place.