I descended-spiritually
speaking-into my beloved's garden.
The Spirit had pushed me to reflect
and to write an article about the remembrance of Yeshua's sacrifice.
When prompted by the Holy Spirit, I always comply in haste.
I had just finished my article and
was ready to get into our Lord's rest.
It was Friday evening. After
spending some time in prayer and praise, and chanting a few psalms in
Hebrew, I was suddenly interrupted by some noise.
Usually I really dislike such
things, especially at 9 in the evening and during Shabbat. But before
I could even react to it, I heard our Lord telling me : “This is
good noise, get out my daughter.”
I obeyed my Lord's command and
stepped out on my little balcony.
Not
knowing exactly where it was coming from, but probably from a
neighbor building, I heard loud shout-outs: “Barukh
ata Hashem, melekh haOlam!” in
Hebrew,
with hand clapping. People were rejoicing and laughing.
It reminded me that Jewish people
were celebrating Purim. I mentally joined their prayers and joy, and
thanked our Messiah for showing me His people's effusion of joy.
I slept well and under Yeshua's
protection that I strongly felt all night long.
As I woke up, our Lord made me
travel 20 Centuries back. He showed me His disciples after He had
appeared to them, when the Resurrection had taken place. They were
dressed in white robes and hugging each other, smiling in awe and
claiming with confidence: “He is risen. He is really risen. He is
alive!”
The disciples had a shiny face of
glory and huge joy was emanating from their beings.
My loving Lord had a beautiful
surprise for me on the following day.
As I sat silently in His presence,
He literally encircled me in His loving arms. My eyes didn't see Him,
but Yeshua was holding me so close to Him that I could sense His
chest near mine. His arms were wrapping me in such a powerful
embrace. Very intense was the joy inside of my soul: my Savior's
tenderness was so real, so heartfelt, so immense.
I started magnifying my beloved's
Name and giving Him high praise.
Yeshua then spoke to me: “Child, I
am ALIVE.”
What a celebration! Our Lord is
ALIVE.
Yes, I know it as a true fact and I
am happy to be a witness of His Resurrection.
Copyright© by Isabelle Esling
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