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Be Still, Visions

The Call to the Father’s Embrace: A Vision of Heavenly Love

As I stood in the stillness of my room, a voice like thunder yet tender broke through the quiet: “Come up here.” My heart raced as I recognized the call of the Lord. In an instant, the room around me dissolved, and I was transported to a place beyond the natural. The air became thick with the fragrance of heaven—sweet as incense and fresh like the morning mist. I stood at the threshold of the Almighty’s throne room.

Before me, the Throne of God radiated a light brighter than the sun, but it did not blind me. Surrounding the throne were living creatures, their voices continually echoing, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come.” Their song filled the atmosphere, vibrating through every part of my being.

Overwhelmed, I fell to the ground, my face against the glassy sea beneath the throne. Every sense was alive with the presence of God. My soul responded in worship, as though created for this very moment. Words of adoration flowed from my lips, and I was completely overtaken by the majesty of the One seated on the throne.

In the midst of my worship, His voice called again, softer yet powerful: “Come up here.” Though I feared the holiness before me, His love drew me forward. My legs trembled as I rose and approached the steps leading to the throne.

As I neared, the King of Kings rose from His seat, His glory filling every corner of heaven. He extended His hand towards me, and with a tender touch, lifted my chin, causing my eyes to meet His. His gaze was both fiery and gentle, overflowing with love.

“Come up here, my son,” He spoke once more. With ease, He lifted me and placed me on His lap. The peace of God enveloped me in a way I had never experienced. I rested my head on His chest, listening to the eternal rhythm of His heartbeat.

He began to speak—not just to me but over me. “You are My child,” He declared. “I have called you by name. No weapon formed against you will prosper. You will walk in My strength, for I am with you, and I go before you.”

His words breathed life into me, filling every part of my soul. “You will rise with wings like eagles,” He continued, “run and not grow weary, walk and not faint. I have set you apart for My purpose. You are My chosen, and through you, the nations will be blessed.”

As His words enveloped me, they became a song. His voice, filled with love, sang over me. “My beloved,” He sang, “you are Mine, and I am yours. Before the foundations of the world, I knew you. Nothing can separate you from My love.”

His hands, resting gently on me, moved in rhythm with His song. “You are the apple of My eye,” He continued, “My delight and joy. When you rise, I rise with you. My love is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens.”

The song swirled around me, lifting me higher, pulling me deeper into His love. As the melody faded, His final words lingered in my heart: “Rest, My beloved child.”

When I awoke, it was morning, and I was back in my bed. But the memory of His love song was still fresh, the warmth of His presence remaining in my soul. I rose, ready to face the day, His words still echoing: “Come up here, My beloved.”

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Visions

A Vision of the Bridegroom’s Joy

I was carried away in the Spirit last night, and the heavens opened before me, revealing a magnificent sight. Jesus, the Bridegroom, stood before His radiant Bride, His Church, in all His glory. His face was like the sun, His eyes like flames of fire, and His voice echoed through the heavens like the sound of rushing waters. Yet, within that power was a tenderness, a love that filled the atmosphere. The fragrance of His presence was sweet, like myrrh and spices, and the air shimmered with His glory.

Then I heard it—a song. It was not just any song, but a love song, flowing from the very heart of the Bridegroom to His Bride. As He sang, the whole of creation seemed to lean in, captivated by the melody. His voice was deep, rich with the anointing of heaven, filled with the love of Jesus for His Church. Every note carried a weight of glory, and the sound wrapped around His Bride like a garment of pure love.

In the hush of early morning, when the world is still asleep,
Feel the brush of My affection, like the wind upon your cheek.
Let the golden rays of sunrise paint My love across your skies,
Hear the songbirds serenading, it’s My call to you, arise.

As He sang, I saw the Bride standing still, her eyes fixed upon her Groom. The sun began to rise behind her, its golden rays painting the sky with hues of His love. The morning air was still, but the soft breeze carried the whispers of His affection. The birds began to sing, joining in the melody, a call for the Bride to awaken, to arise into His love. The atmosphere was electric with His presence, and the earth seemed to tremble with joy.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

His voice carried this chorus over her, and in that moment, I felt the weight of His love—an invitation for her to come closer. His Spirit was calm, still, and yet more powerful than any force I had ever known. The Bride stepped forward, and I could see the chains of fear, of doubt, fall from her as she entered His embrace. In His arms, she found peace, she found her purpose, she found His will.

Walk with Me through fields of flowers, feel the dew beneath your feet,
Every blossom tells a story of a love profound and deep.
Gaze upon the distant mountains, touching heavens high above,
Know that every peak and valley echoes whispers of My love.

I saw the Bride and the Bridegroom walking together through a field of flowers, the ground beneath their feet glistening with morning dew. Each blossom seemed to tell its own story, each petal an expression of His deep, unending love. The mountains in the distance stretched toward the heavens, and their peaks and valleys echoed the soft whispers of His love for her. His voice continued to sing, filling the air with this divine affection.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

With every step, the Bride grew closer to the Groom’s heart, and His presence around her deepened. There was no rush, only the overwhelming peace of being held in the love of her King.

When the storms of life are raging and the shadows cloud your sight,
Feel My hand within your own, guiding you toward the light.
Every tear that falls I cherish, every cry I surely hear,
Wrap yourself within My presence, let go of all your fear.

Suddenly, the vision shifted, and I saw the Bride walking through a storm. Dark clouds swirled around her, and the winds howled, but she was not alone. The Groom was there, His hand tightly holding hers, guiding her toward the light. Every tear she shed, He wiped away, every cry was heard by His heart. His presence wrapped around her like a shield, and the fear that had gripped her heart began to fade away as His voice continued to sing over her.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

Even in the midst of the storm, His voice never wavered. His song was steady, a rock in the chaos, calling her to rest in His love and find freedom in His arms. The storm passed, and the Bride was left standing in the light of His glory.

In the quiet of the evening, under stars that shine so bright,
Feel the rhythm of My heartbeat matching yours in gentle might.
Let the moon cast silver blessings as you rest within My grace,
Dream of joy and hope unending till you see Me face to face.

The scene softened, and night fell. The stars above glowed brightly, each one reflecting the light of His love. The Bride rested in His arms, feeling the rhythm of His heartbeat matching her own. The moon cast its gentle light upon them, and the atmosphere was thick with grace. As He sang, she closed her eyes, dreaming of the day when she would see Him face to face, and their joy would be unending.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

This chorus rang through the heavens, an eternal song of love, pulling the Bride deeper into the heart of the Groom.

As the seasons change around you and the years all fade away,
Know My love remains unchanging, constant through each passing day.
When the final curtain’s closing and your journey finds its end,
You will step into My kingdom, where our joy will never end.

The vision grew brighter, and I saw the end of all things. The Bride and Groom stood together at the threshold of eternity, their love unchanging, constant through the ages. Jesus sang of the final day, when the journey would end, and the Bride would step into His kingdom. There, joy would never cease. The song swelled, filling the heavens with a final crescendo of glory.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

You are the apple of My eye, the treasure that I seek,
Forever and always, My love for you runs deep.

As the vision lingered, I saw the Bridegroom extend His hand toward His Bride, His eyes full of unspoken promises and eternal love. The heavens above seemed to stretch out in awe, and the earth below stood still, as if all of creation was holding its breath. The Bride took His hand, and as their fingers intertwined, a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating everything around them. I could hear the angels singing, their voices blending with the Bridegroom’s song, a heavenly symphony of praise and adoration.

The Groom spoke softly now, but His words carried a weight that resonated through the depths of my soul. “You are Mine, beloved. I have loved you with an everlasting love. From the beginning of time, I have prepared this moment, when you would stand by My side, radiant and holy. My joy is complete in you, and nothing will ever separate us. For you are My Bride, and I am your Groom.”

His voice grew quieter, more intimate, as He leaned closer to His Bride. “The journey has not always been easy,” He whispered, “but you have never been alone. Every step you took, I was there. Every trial, I carried you. And now, at the end of the age, you will walk with Me into a joy that knows no end.”

The vision began to fade, but the song—the song of His love—remained, echoing in the heavens and in the hearts of all who had witnessed it. The Bride stood in perfect peace, her eyes fixed on her Groom, as they prepared to step into the fullness of eternity, where the sound of His love would resound forever.

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Revival, Visions

Holy Longing and Divine Encounter

At an unexpected time, a vision appeared before me, vivid and overwhelming, as if reality itself had given way to the unseen realm. I stood in a vast assembly, surrounded by believers who had gathered with one purpose—to seek the face of God. The air was thick with anticipation, a fragrance of sweet incense rising from the altar, mingling with the aroma of fresh anointing oil that began to flow freely, golden and fragrant, a symbol of the Spirit’s unrestrained presence.

As I breathed in, the scent of oil and incense filled my lungs, and I could feel the warmth of the fire burning deep within my chest. The atmosphere was alive with the sound of many voices, lifted in worship, but not the familiar songs of routine. These were new songs, birthed in the moment, raw and unfiltered, as if each word was being drawn directly from the wells of living water within their souls (John 7:38). The melodies intertwined with the wind that began to stir—soft at first, like a whisper through the trees, then building into a mighty rushing force that caused the very walls to tremble (Acts 2:2).

The ground beneath my feet shook, and I could feel the vibrations moving up through my legs, reverberating in my bones. It was as though the earth itself was responding to the presence of the Almighty. Suddenly, the wind became a torrent, swirling around the assembly, and with it came a fire—holy and fierce, yet not consuming. It descended from above, resting upon each head like tongues of flame, and with the fire came a heat that penetrated to the very core, igniting hearts with a passion that could not be quenched (Acts 2:3).

In the midst of this encounter with the Lord, I looked and saw those who had lived their entire Christian lives in the familiarity of routine, their eyes opening wide in astonishment. They had come expecting the usual—a service they could sleep through, a sermon they could predict, a worship they could endure. But now, they were confronted with the reality of a God who could not be contained by their expectations. The air around them shimmered with the weight of glory, so thick it felt like the very breath of God was filling their lungs.

As I continued to behold the scene, I saw twenty-four elders seated on thrones, clothed in white robes, with crowns of gold upon their heads. Their faces were filled with awe and reverence as they cast their crowns before the throne, crying out, “Worthy are You, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they existed and were created” (Revelation 4:10–11). Their voices joined with the sound of the cherubim and seraphim, who flew back and forth with wings covering their faces, crying out with voices that shook the heavens, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come” (Revelation 4:8).

The presence of the elders added to the solemnity of the moment, their worship serving as an example to the gathered assembly. The ground continued to tremble beneath their feet, and the room filled with a thick, fragrant smoke—like the smoke of incense rising before the throne of God. It obscured my vision, yet I could feel the nearness of the Lord, so close it was as if I could reach out and touch Him. The smoke carried with it the scent of burning coals, and I saw them—glowing, fiery coals being brought forth by an angel, who touched them to the lips of the people, purifying them, setting their words on fire with the holiness of God (Isaiah 6:6–7).

The heat of the coals seared through my senses, a holy pain that was at once cleansing and empowering. I felt the fire of God settle upon my heart, burning away every impurity, every doubt, leaving only a desperate hunger for more of Him. The wind of God filled my sails, propelling me forward into the depths of His presence, where time and space no longer mattered, only the reality of the living God who was making Himself known.

And then the Lord spoke, His voice like the sound of many waters, filling the place with a reverberation that shook the very foundations. “Behold, I am coming soon. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled” (Matthew 5:6). The words were a promise, a call to awaken from the slumber of routine, to taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 34:8).

As the vision faded, I was left with an insatiable longing—a longing for the real Jesus, the One who cannot be confined by tradition or expectation, the One whose glory fills the temple, whose fire consumes every heart, whose wind carries us into the uncharted territories of His presence. And I knew, with a certainty that could not be shaken, that I needed this God more today than I did yesterday, and I would need Him even more tomorrow. For in this holy encounter, I had tasted the goodness of the Lord, and nothing else would ever satisfy.

A Call to the Lord

Oh, Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come, I call upon Your name. We stand before You, longing to see Your face, to experience Your unrestrained presence. Shake us from the slumber of routine, break through the walls of our expectations, and let Your glory fill our lives like never before. Let Your holy fire rest upon us, purifying our hearts, and let Your wind propel us into the depths of Your love and truth. We hunger and thirst for righteousness, knowing that only You can satisfy the longing of our souls.

Father, I pray that Your Spirit would flow freely among us, that the oil of Your anointing would pour over us, and that we would not settle for anything less than the fullness of Your presence. Fill us with the unexplainable glory of Your majesty, and let the cry of the seraphim and the worship of the elders be the cry of our hearts: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.” We need You, Lord, more today than we did yesterday, and we will need You even more tomorrow. Draw us closer to You, and let our lives be a testimony of Your unfathomable goodness.

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and King, we pray. Amen.

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Vision of the Great Shepherd

In a vision, I see the valley consumed by shadows, a place where darkness and despair reign. The air thickens with the scent of hopelessness, and the cries of the lost echo through the cold, barren ground. However, the heavens suddenly open, and there appears One like the Son of Man, His face radiant as the sun at its peak, His eyes blazing like flames of fire (Revelation 1:13-16). His voice, mighty and unstoppable, roars like the sound of many waters (Revelation 1:15).

As He descends, the earth trembles beneath His feet, and the atmosphere fills with the sweet fragrance of holiness, a scent like myrrh and frankincense. The darkness flees before Him, for He carries a rod of iron in His right hand and a staff glowing with the light of life in His left (Psalm 23:4; Revelation 2:27). He walks among the scattered sheep, His robe brushing against the ground, leaving trails of light that illuminate the path before Him. The air resonates with the sound of angelic choruses, and the entire atmosphere shimmers with His glory (Revelation 5:11-12).

The Great Shepherd calls out to the wounded and weary, His voice tender yet strong, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). His words are sweet as honey, soothing the soul. As He speaks, the chains that bind the lost shatter, falling away like dust in the wind. The once-lost sheep lift their heads, recognizing their Shepherd with tears of joy streaming down their faces (John 10:14). The barren ground beneath them begins to bloom, vibrant flowers springing forth, filling the air with a fresh, fragrant scent.

The Great Shepherd reaches out His hand, and as He touches them, their wounds heal, their pain lifts, and their souls find restoration (Psalm 23:3; Isaiah 53:5). Still waters appear before them, clear and pure, reflecting the glory of the heavens. He leads them beside these waters, where they find a peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7). The light of His presence banishes all fear, and under His watchful care, they know they are safe, forever held in the embrace of their Shepherd.

Finally, I hear a voice from the throne proclaiming, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be His people, and God Himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away” (Revelation 21:3-4).

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Vision of the Living Church: A Revelation of God’s Life

I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and behold, I was carried away to a vast, open plain under a sky that seemed to pulse with the very breath of God. The air was thick with the scent of fresh rain, mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers, as though creation itself was alive and rejoicing in the presence of its Creator. As I stood there, I felt the earth beneath me trembling, as if anticipating the unveiling of a great and wondrous mystery.

Before me, I saw a mighty tree, ancient and strong, its roots dug deep into the earth, and its branches stretching out toward the heavens. The leaves shimmered in the light, rustling like the whispers of angels, and from its branches hung clusters of fruit, radiant and alive with an inner light. The sight was both awe-inspiring and inviting, and as I approached, I heard a voice, clear and resonant, like the sound of many waters, saying, “Come and see what the Spirit reveals to the Church in these last days.”

As I reached out and touched the trunk of the tree, the world around me began to shift and transform. The ground beneath my feet softened, as though it had become as smooth as velvet, and the sky above darkened, not with the gloom of night, but with a deep, majestic hue, as if a great veil had been drawn over the sun. In that moment, I beheld the Church as it is today—a multitude of faces, some bright with joy, others dim with sorrow; some burdened by the cares of this world, others wearied from the long journey of faith. The air was thick with the scent of smoldering embers, the remnants of fires that once burned bright but had now nearly died out. Yet amidst this scene of weariness, I sensed a stirring, like the first breath of dawn, carrying the distant scent of a fresh anointing.

As I watched, the wind began to blow stronger, carrying with it the scent of spring—fresh, vibrant, and full of the promise of new life. It was as though the very breath of God was moving through the assembly, awakening those who had fallen asleep and kindling a new fire in the hearts of the weary. I saw the breath of God breathe life into the dry bones of a people who had grown faint, and as the breath touched them, their eyes began to shine with a new light, their faces lifted as if catching the first rays of a rising sun. The fragrance of life filled the air, and the weary were refreshed, their spirits quickened with a renewed zeal. It was as the prophet Ezekiel had seen, “I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live” (Ezekiel 37:5).

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rushing waters, and from the roots of the mighty tree, a river burst forth, crystal clear and flowing with unstoppable force. As it surged through the plain, life sprang up wherever it touched. Along its banks, trees rose, their leaves shimmering with a silver hue, and fruit bursting with the sweet scent of ripe figs. The waters sparkled, reflecting the glory of God, and mingled with the song of birds, creating a melody of creation—a symphony vibrant and alive. The words of Scripture echoed in my heart, “There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells” (Psalm 46:4).

Wherever the river flowed, the barren land became a garden, and dry places were filled with green pastures. People from every nation came to the river, their faces alight with hope. As they drank, their strength was renewed, their spirits lifted as if borne on wings of eagles. It was the river of life, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, bringing healing to the nations (Revelation 22:1-2).

As I stood by the river, the presence of the Lord was with me, and His voice, like the gentle rustling of leaves in a summer breeze, said, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). The invitation was open to all, and those who were weary came to the river, and as they drank of its waters, they found rest for their souls. The river was the life of God, flowing freely to all who would come, and it brought healing, restoration, and peace to all who would drink.

Then, as the sun began to rise, I saw the Church transformed before my eyes. No longer were the people burdened or weary; they stood tall, clothed in white garments that shone like the morning sun. Their faces were radiant, their eyes filled with the light of Christ, and their voices joined in a song of praise that echoed across the plain like the sound of many harps. The air was thick with the fragrance of myrrh and frankincense, a sweet offering rising to the heavens. The words of the prophet Isaiah rang in my ears, “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you” (Isaiah 60:1).

I saw a great multitude standing before the throne of God, their robes washed clean, their hands raised in worship. The scent of incense filled the air, and the voice of the Lord thundered like a great storm, “Behold, I am making all things new” (Revelation 21:5). The Church, once weary and divided, now stood united and strong, a bride adorned for her bridegroom, ready for the day of the Lord.

And I saw the heavens open, and a voice from the throne declared, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and He will live with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away” (Revelation 21:3-4). The vision was clear—the Church had been purified, refined by the fires of trial, and now stood as a holy people, a royal priesthood, ready to inherit the Kingdom prepared for them from the foundation of the world (1 Peter 2:9; Matthew 25:34).

The vision began to fade, but the fragrance of life remained, lingering in the air like the memory of a beautiful song. The voice of the Lord still echoed in my heart, calling out to His people, “Rise up and live in the fullness of My life, for the time is near.” The words of Jesus resounded in my spirit, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly” (John 10:10).

This is the vision I saw, a revelation of the Church as it is to come—a Church alive in the Spirit, walking in the fullness of God’s life, and proclaiming His glory to all the earth. Blessed are those who hear this word and take it to heart, for the days of fulfillment are at hand. Amen.

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