My Eyes Have Seen The Lord
- Bre Jackson
- Jul 13
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 25
About 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 a host of beautiful stars. Words cannot describe all that I take-in during my ascension into the clouds, but I felt like a child on Christmas morning.
I can't see who—or what—is carrying me on this life-changing journey. But 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 he is, and I say His name, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” I look at Him as He stands mid-air in the clouds, and I can’t stop watching.
After several passing moments, I can feel a gentle decline, but I was not going back without seeing my Savior again, so I plead, “No—no—no.” I feel another ascension, and I see Him a second time, confirming what I saw at first. The entire time, Jesus does not speak, and neither do I; His presence says it all.
Preceding this dream, I was in a dark place; I shared this experience in I Surrender. During this 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 this experience.
The first time I saw Jesus in a dream was in or around 2010. It would be another twelve years before I began to experience a series of prophetic dreams and visions until this present day.
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.
