In His Loving Arms

My eyes are shut, and I’m somewhere between being asleep and awake.

I see Jesus approaching a large, white building. He is wearing a long, white robe, as in my first dream, and every subsequent encounter. I, too, am wearing white. I vividly recall wearing a white pantsuit and a pair of dark heels.

As Jesus nears the entrance of this building, I narrowly close in. Because of the shoes, I labor to keep up with His pace. Assuming He knows that I’m struggling, He stops and turns around. He says to me, "You don’t have to chase me. Do not be afraid because I will always be here. I will never leave you, nor forsake you."

I follow His path inside of this building that I’d seen in previous visions. He leads me to my office where He stands and looks out of a window. He instructs me to stand next to Him, and He tells me to look at various points of interest outside. I can’t see His face, but I somehow see the flame in His eyes, and portions of his skin. His hair is long and whitish gray. Seeing Him feels like I'm reading right from passages in Revelations.

Somehow, we are now standing at opposite sides of my desk. Jesus stands on the outside, and I’m standing behind it. He gives me a special message that I take-in, and He says to make Him proud. I’m either too afraid or unable to speak, but I listen. He then leaves my office without telling me.

Outside of my door, my secretary perceives that I appear to be searching for something. I never say what I'm looking for. But a few feet from where she is sitting, I take a few steps and walk inside of a small space or room that is structurally impossible to be there.

Jesus is inside of this space, standing with His arms open, and I know exactly what to do. I walk right inside of His arms, and He holds me like no one ever has. The Lord never speaks a word, and neither do I.

After this, He disappears again. I stand next to my secretary’s desk when she looks at me.

            “Everything okay?” she asks. “Did you see something?”

             “Yes,” I return, looking around with a smile.

             She never probes and continues working as if she is aware.

I’m not done—keep reading!

Now, I’m leaving for the afternoon when a man who works at the security desk stops me. He shares a few inspiring words, and I smile. Then Jesus reappears again, and I step back into the room that is structurally impossible —but now—we are outside at the entrance of the building. As the same staffer is speaking to me, he appears to be unaware of what is taking place. While I listen to him, I'm in my Savior’s arms one last time. Jesus is standing over me, and blankets me with a long, loving embrace.

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This vision was documented on February 1, 2023.

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About Bre

Bre'elle Jackson is the founder of GEN, and an author with more than two decades of experience in Christian publishing and writing. Holding a Master's degree in English and Creative Writing, and a Bachelor's in Management and Human Relations, Bre is dedicated to producing media that elevates the human soul and spirit wherever God leads her.