My Eyes Have Seen The Lord
- Bre Jackson
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Around sixteen years ago, I had a dream.
I’m being lifted from my bed, while lying on a pillow-like surface. As I ascend into the sky, I'm struck by countless beautiful stars. Words cannot fully describe all that I take in during my ascension into the clouds, but I felt like a child on Christmas morning, eager to open my gifts under the tree.
Meanwhile, I can't see who—or what—is carrying me on this incredible journey. Then, after reaching a certain altitude, everything comes to a stop. When my eyes see a man wearing a long, white robe, standing with his arms stretched out, I know who this man is, and I say His name, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” I look at Him as He stands in the clouds, and I stare intently.
After several passing moments, I begin to gently descend, and my refusal to go back is firm. There is no returning to my bed until I can see my Savior again, so I plead, “No—no—no,” and ask to be taken back. I then feel another ascension, and I see Him a second time, confirming what I saw only moments before. Jesus does not speak, and neither do I.
Preceding this dream, I was in a dark place; I share this experience in I Surrender. During a season in my life, I prayed fervently, asking God to reveal Himself. I prayed that if I could just see Him, I would believe He was real. I made this request only two nights before having this dream. But no matter how far my imagination could take me as an only child, it could never have prepared me for what I witnessed.
About Bre
Bre Jackson is the founder of GEN, and an author with more than two decades of experience in Christian publishing. 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. To explore more, visit www.brejackson.org.
