Hello my friends! Been wondering where I was the past few weeks? Besides taking a bit of a summer break, I’ve been researching my next series that I’m calling “Basics.” Until I start getting the blogs ready for publishing, I’d like to share the following vision that relates to one of those upcoming blogs named, ‘The Wiles of Satan.
‘Years ago, as I was praying for a friend of mine from a small startup church we were a part of, whrn I had the following vision that depicts the ‘roaring lion’ attack of Satan.
ADVISEMENT: For those of you who are not familiar with visions, please be aware that they are not intended to communicate physical reality. Instead, God uses familiar imagery to communicate spiritual truths.
In my vision, I saw my friend as she was happily walking along God’s ‘shining path.’ The path glowed the bright yellow of the sun and was bordered by slightly translucent walls of the same light that met overhead in a protective arch. Due to the brightness of the glow, what was outside could not be seen from inside.
It appeared as though my friend was walking the path alone, but dimly perceived were many, many others also walking God’s golden path.
For a moment my point of view shifted outside and I had a drone’s-eye view from outside the path. First I noticed that, although the path had seemed straight from the inside, it actually followed the contours of the land, dipping into a valley ahead, rising over a hill beyond, winding around some low mountains in the distance…
Next I noticed the Earth was completely dark, except for the faint light of the stars and the glow from the path itself, as there was no sun or moon. The landscape was completely lifeless. The predominant feature was sand, everything that might have been there once was covered with sand. Protruding above the sand here and there were boulders of different sizes. Around their bases were collars of sand and I realized the boulders were actually the remnant of hills and mountains that uncounted years of lifeless entropy had been reducing to the sand that I saw everywhere.
However, there was a sign that life had once existed. Dotted here and there among the boulders were the remnants of tree tops. There were no leaves and only the thickest of the branches survived as sharp, petrified spikes where the wood too had undergone its crumbling entropy and contributed to the ubiquitous sand.
My perspective then snapped back to the path as the young woman continued to confidently walk along God’s shining path.
Suddenly there was a tremendous roar from the left. It sounded like the largest beast that had ever lived had just sighted its prey and was about to pounce and devour it.
The young woman’s head snapped toward the sound and her heart was suddenly filled with an atavistic fear. Everything else fled her mind except for the overwhelming need to escape from the beast. She made an abrupt turn to the right, away from the direction of that horrendous roar, and she plunged through the protective wall of the path.
She ran as fast as her panicked legs could carry her, glancing back frequently to make sure the beast had not caught up with her. As she left the relatively clear area near the lighted path, her frightened looks back caused her to stumble into the thickening boulders where she bruised herself over and over again. She also frequently brushed against the sharp, hard branches of the remnant trees that sliced through her clothing and cut her skin beneath.
As the frightened woman became tireder and tireder, she began to sob continuously from the fear, the pain and the frustration of not being able to escape. She finally stumbled and fell face first into the sand, crawling in an effort to keep going. That’s when she realized that she could go no further.
Rising shakily to her feet, she looked for a hiding place in the starlit landscape, having outrun the glow from the shining path long ago. She spotted what looked like a dark opening beneath one of the boulders. She stumbled over to it, fell to her knees, and began shoveling the sand away with her hands to enlarge the opening.
When the hollow was big enough to hold her trembling body, she crawled inside and carefully pulled the sand back, leaving only an opening big enough to breathe through. She then curled up into a fetal position, and with one last sob, fell into the deep sleep of the thoroughly exhausted.
Maybe you feel like my friend did in the vision–you’re running in anxiety from you don’t know what. You don’t know what to do, you don’t know where to go. Maybe this song by a Christian music artist who felt the same way might help bring you back to a place of hope and trust in God.
MercyMe – Even If, (c) 2017
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