Not really a dream of Jesus

preface:

This is a true story and I will try to recount it to the best of my ability.

Last night I was up until about 2:00am. Lately I have been restless so my waking hours have increased gradually over the past few days. When I finally lay my head on my pillow I was immediately engulfed in a vision, a dream perhaps. But it was very real to me.

For just a moment I saw the face of Jesus. A face like the default picture many of you may imagine him to look like. Then the face quickly disappeared and I was struck with yet another image. This was of a man that was clean shaven. I could not make out the features of his face, but I knew it was him. I caught only a glimpse of him because I felt unworthy to look him in the eyes. Although rather than feeling guilt I was overwhelmed with contentment and an instant desire to bow to this man. At that moment as I glanced upon his feet I realized I was surrounded by many, many others. We were all in human form. I could smell his feet. It was a pleasant smell. There are know words to describe the way being is his presence made me feel, but I knew all those around me felt the same.

The only way feeling I can compare to this was how content I felt in just knowing he was there. I felt so safe and comfortable like a child in the arms of his loving mother or father. All I wanted to do was bow in his presence. Kneeling to him brought me joy like I had never known. It was the happiest moment of my life. This struck me as odd because in a literal sense bowing and worshiping someone doesn't seem like it would bring any joy. In my worldly mind bowing to someone seems like it would only be done if forced to do so. But bowing to him was the only desire I had. Although I could clearly remember everything that brought me joy or happiness in my life up to this moment all of them combined could not compare to just how amazing it felt to be in his presence. So powerful I couldn't dare look at him which was fine because even with my eyes closed I knew he was there and I was so content, so comfortable. I could feel his presence and it was ALL I needed.

This is a true story of a dream that came to me in the early morning hours of February the 10th, 2010.

I know that there are many skeptics that will never believe this. That's fine. I did not write this to try to convince anyone that God is real or to convert anyone to Christianity. I only wrote this to share my true experience. My only reply is that I hope that EVERYONE will someday feel the way I did in his presence. It is the only thing that I long for; to feel that way again. I can't wait to experience this again. When and where or even " if " I will never know. The truth of the matter is that I feel as though for whatever reason that Jesus shared his presence with me for a brief moment and gave me a feeling I will long for the rest of my life.

Donny

The story of my life

My name's not important
Nor is my age
My life's not a story
It's only a page

I haven't changed much
Since I finished high school
So many mistakes
And I never knew

How being so different
Would take control
And teach me of things
That I'll never know

I never had children
Or even a wife
I feel discontented
Having squandered my life

Seasons have come
And seasons have past
And all of my friendships
They never last

For this isn't a story
It's only a page
And if I could grow up
I'd act my age

So much time
has come and gone
I can't help but wonder
Where did I go wrong

People I've known
And places I've been
Always remembered
But gone with the wind

And today is no different
Alone in my room
hoping that Jesus
Would come see me soon

All I have left
is just a guitar
A light all my own
But never a star

A comforting moment
A moment in time
A joy and a sadness
And both of them mine

For this isn't a story
It's only a page
And if I could grow up
I'd act my age