I’ve mentioned before that I was born and grew up in southern California the first decade of my life. What amazing weather we had there. But, of course, I always wanted snow so it seems we are never satisfied with what we have (that’s another story). I remember many sunny days where Mother insisted on taking pictures with all of the sisters, and sometimes a cousin or two, looking straight into the sun. The sun was so bright, I could barely keep my eyes open for the picture. This is one of the better ones.
I also remember days sprawled out on a blanket in the yard looking up into the sky looking at the cloud formations and imagining. Unfortunately, raw and pure imagination is a gift that gets lost in our virtual world of constant media and videos.
What did I imagine? Well, a very ordinary imagination was looking at the formations and seeing earthly images they portrayed. But I also wondered how far above the clouds I needed to travel to get to God. I knew he was up there somewhere. How could I reach him? I believe that God used that imagination to show me something in a dream. You can read about this in the first chapter of my first book, Reflections. I dreamed a staircase appeared in the sky that only I could see. It was not an ordinary staircase but a heavenly one, and I was going to walk up those pearly white stairs to heaven. A few years later, I came to the understanding that to get to God required a personal belief in His son, Jesus Christ, which reminds me of that old hymn “O happy day when Jesus washed my sins away.”
So, I wonder, do you need to take a break like I did and simply look up? Try it. What will you see? This week, I saw the face of a schnauzer dog with big eyes and wondered once again how far up it is to the third heaven where God and Jesus reside.
A jet flew beyond the clouds leaving a trail, and I thought: ain’t no jet or rocket big enough to take me there – only through Jesus. It’s the only way.
Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved. Acts 4:12 (NIV)
I too saw the Schnauzer as soon as I looked at the picture.
Debbie I really like what I see and have read.
That stairway was your own personal walk and encounter with Jesus. No one else can walk it for you.,
Each blog and each book you write you will be that much closer or intimate with Him, because in the making of each one you will encounter him on a different level in your life. 😀 heart ❤
Beulah Lucille