Journey Out of Hiding

  Things I love.... Finding Godde's hands holding all my pain -Their hands are the bottom & Sometimes I'm just not there Yet

I don't know who my audience is, or why you would be here to listen to me... Maybe it is just better than where you would be otherwise. 😏  I was given an image while back,  I was face to face with Jesus. Yep, I said "Jesus."  I am completely sure He lives with us  and that we don't make that happen. In like a whisper of an image, I feel more than see, Jesus sitting facing me.  Without words He is asking me for what I was holding. It was just then that I am holding something, behind my back and as I pull my hand in front of me I realize, its precious to me. After looking at it in my hand awhile It's beautiful colors It's perfect spherical shape I wondered why he, of all people, was asking me to part with it. And knowing what I had come to know was true about Him That he had proved to me countless times HE is trustworthy I eventually, I hand it to him. He held it out in his hand between us  for a long while  Then he was asking  without words again...