In my dream, I was deep in prayer to Jesus, feeling broken and overwhelmed, staggering with my burdens, worries, fears, when He appears, to my left and speaks

“Come with Me”

We are suddenly at the foot of a hill.  The hill, with crosses at the top. I am struck down to my knees, pressed down with the revelation of what this is, the very foot of the very cross of Jesus.

There are no words. I know I am to go up to the top with my load – it’s so heavy now – I start to crawl and now look at what is beneath my hands and knees. Its horrible, a mountain of broken, jagged bones, metal, dirt, I can’t even recognize it all, just weeping now breathing hard at the sadness of all of everyone else’s stuff, burdens, shattered bodies, shattered dreams – and with my face down, I see His spotless beautiful feet next to me, clean and untouched by the mess underneath – His pierced feet.

He says, gently, but it is a complete command

“Stand up and walk”.

Not another sound but I am up and walking, climbing really, up the Hill, the mess crunching beneath my boots. I cannot look at the cross directly but know we are there – He is bright light next to me.  I drop my load and it begins to sink beneath the surface. I realize how much there is …

            His breath, His voice next to me and suddenly we are in the green grass again, the Hill behind us. There is a … knowing … of Him loving me “goodbye” and He is away – I am safe in the place where I stand, but he is attacked by a black shrieking wind – I get one glimpse of Him – the Light of his being was parting the black wind – He turns slightly, to look me in the eye – then simply looks at the wind with Absolute Power – it parts and is blown backwards, blown away, and He walks on.