I was awake. But it felt like a dream. He appeared to me yesterday. On the right side of me. He was kneeling and holding me. He was so close to me. Touching me as if he was passing through my soul into my heart and mind I felt a breathe go through me. I wanted to cry but didn’t.
He had a black and maroon robe with a gold emblem in the middle. He was so strikingly beautiful. Breathtaking. His hair was the darkest brown and appeared perfect. It wasn’t long, but not short, and it was wavy.
His eyes were dark brown. His expression was calm but serious. He wasn’t smiling. His beard and mustache were neatly trimmed like a Roman soldier.
He didn’t say anything, but I feel like he was praying for me; Sending me a message of some kind. Letting me know he was with me; And telling me I needed to do something — all within seconds.
I don’t know what that is; But to feel the touch of Jesus has given me peace and determination. I know I am loved. I know I am forgiven. I know I am to fulfill my purpose. I am amazed.
I am sharing this because I feel other people may have had a similar experience. Maybe a dream. Perhaps awake. People who have faith in something they haven’t seen is miraculous. But it’s very different from having seen Him.
I want to share this experience with others who have felt his touch and have seen his face. I feel like I should go to an artist and have them sketch it for others to see. Jesus' face hasn’t left my mind since it happened; He’s so beautiful, and He’s still right there. I feel Him with me, holding me and almost whispering in my ear. I want to hear Him, and I am listening; I will walk by His side through any journey.
I’m not mentally ill. I’m a smart, kind, mom, educator and owner of a school. I am sharing because I have been given a gift and don’t want it to be wasted.
Jesus has a face. He is with us and loves us all; We are not alone. And we can walk by His side, as long as we believe in Him and follow the path where He leads; I am so thankful. Praise Jesus.