I had a dream the other night, about 2 nights ago now. It was one of those dreams where you know you're awake, but yet, you're still sleeping. (I have pictures below if you want to get an idea of what I saw).
I was in a forrest, it looked like it been burnt down, there were dead leaves floating around, and ashes falling from the sky. I was young, couldn't have been more than 10 years old. I was dirty, wearing a nightgown and searching this forest for something, I didn't know what. It was scary and yet, comfortable; like home, like I had lived here for a very long time.
I looked up and saw a man sitting on a rock under an old crooked tree. He motioned me to come over....I knew this man, why couldn't I remember his name? I came over and he lifted me onto his lap. I sat there bewildered by the love he had in his deep eyes. I knew him....I knew him from somewhere. He wasn't beautiful and yet, his entire face seemed to be glowin with radience.
He asked me, "do you know me?" I said yes...Why couldn't I remember his name?!?! He said, "you know that I can heal your heart right?" I said, "prove it". So naive I was, but I was still looking to him to prove whatever wasn't there; like a curious child.
He picked up a twig and held its dead shape in his right hand. The man covered the twig with his other hand and pulled it away just as rapidly as he had placed it there. It was like magic! The twig had transformed. Instead of black charcoal it was green and growing leaves to cover its nakedness. I laughed....why did he make me so happy? I knew this man from somewhere.
Suddenly, I looked at the dead around me and wanted so much more. Why couldnt he transform this entire place like he had with the stick? He looked down at me on his lap, with concern overflowing his eyes.
He held me close. Through the grey cloth he wore he started to bleed. Dark red seeping through the clothing. Holes appeared in his hands....why couldnt I save him!?!? I was crying out, "no, no, NO! Please dont leave me here!"
I woke up....he was laying in my bed beside me. He said, "go back to sleep. You know what will happen. Don't be afraid." He touched my face and I fell back into the eerily comforting place called, home.
He was gone; still there in flesh, but gone. I held his body in my own tiny hands. We had slid off the rock and we were laying on the cold ground covered in dead leaves.
I couldn't stay here, I had to run away. Get out of this place somehow! I got up and started to stumble away, disoriented.
Something.....a voice...yes, I heard a voice. I turned around, there was no man. No blood...nothing! Where had he gone? There it was again...."Courissa"....I turned around again. There he was.
The man. The man was there! He was alive? How? I cried out to him...."JESUS!" That was his name! I remembered his name! "Jesus! Dont go!" I ran into his arms and he held me. I saw his scars but he was there, he clothes weren't stained. "I will never leave you, nor forsake you," he whispered. I wasn't scared anymore. The forest had transformed. There was life all around me. Green everywhere and mountains in the distance sang a song to him....this was my home, this was my heart! He had healed my heart.
He guided me to the top of a mountain and created a rain. With lightning and thunder; the passion within me. The trees of the forest swayed to his glory; my heart was dancing to his glory. This is me, this is him.....I am home.
I did actually have this dream. And I woke up refreshed. I have a fire inside me inexplainable; a passion within undescribable. My Jesus, is Lord!
