Do You Believe In The Supernatural?

 

So, here’s an interesting concept…I kind of let loose with sugar last Thursday (today being the following Tuesday). I haven’t been able to get into ‘the God zone since.’ Today was the first day I’ve felt I can go back into the heavenlies. I’ve tried on a number of occasions and nothing’s happened. 

Perhaps that’s what’s meant by the biblical verse ‘sugar brings death.’ Perhaps sugar not only kills you with disease, but the ‘dis-ease’ it brings to your mind, kills the connection between you, the Holy Spirit, Jesus and God Himself. 

No doubt, I’ll slip up on the sugar again, sometime in the future. It will be interesting to see if the same pattern follows. But this is what I felt I was shown today and I can’t find one of the biblical verses now. There were 2 separate verses. I read about them some years ago. 

The verses were; Honey gives life and sugar brings death. I know I read them. Perhaps the second mention was from another book and not the bible itself. I can’t remember in which biblical version I read it and looking it up on-line, I can’t find the verse on sugar. 

Still, the bible does say not to eat too much honey, for it causes one to vomit. So, ok in moderation. No go in extremism. Also, these days we know the detrimental effects too much sugar has on the human body and the bible does mention moderation and self-control.

Anyway, I got up a moment later today and went into the heavenlies. I asked Jesus to show me what He wanted me to know. Instantly I was transported back to the time of crucifixion. Jesus was dragging the cross, along the cobblestone road. The whip flailing his back. I was running, crying, trying to keep Him in sight as I ran along the roadside, dodging the crowds.

Each stroke of the whip, Jesus looked at me and I heard Him say in my mind; This is for you. 

The crown on His head; This is for you.

The crunch of the nails through flesh and bone; This is for you.

The cross raised high and dropped into the hole, to be rammed in place with dirt. His body hanging limp and bleeding; This is for you. 

Frantically I looked around, still crying. I had nothing to give in return.

He had given His all and was dying on the cross and I had nothing to give Him. 

Still crying, I ripped my heart out of my chest and lay it at His feet and said to Him; This is for you. It was all I had.

So real. So heartfelt. So touching. And then I fell asleep. When I woke, I remembered every detail. I don’t know how long I slept: 20, 40 minutes. An hour perhaps, but when I woke the scene was crystal clear in my memory.  

I wondered if my ‘instant falling asleep’ represented a death of sorts. I tore my heart out of my chest and then I died. 

When I awoke, I was back in my room, the previous scene gone. That’s what I think anyway; I died a spiritual death, as soon as I ripped out my heart and gave it to my Precious Lord. 

He gave His all to me and I gave all I could back to Him.

A lot of random thoughts constantly run around inside my mind. I was asking the Father earlier in the week…show me Your love. I want to know the Father’s love. It was just a couple of days after praying this, that the above event occurred. 

The prayer came to the forefront of my mind, after what I’ve written about here today, having been stagnated after too much sugar, for a few days. Coincidently (God incident perhaps), as I wrote of wanting to see His love for me, the memory of ‘show me Your love,’ caused my thinking to drift back to that prayer. 

This time, when it did, I saw Jesus again carrying His Cross, being whipped, looking at me and saying; This is for you and in that moment, I knew the Father’s love. I knew He'd given me this vision, in answer to that prayer. This was the lenght He went to, to show His love for people.

And now, every time I have a negative thought about myself, every time I question His love for me, that picture comes to mind, along with the phrase: This is for you!

Real, imaginary, or supernatural; you can decide for yourself. 

As for me, I believe in dreams and visions. I believe in the supernatural and I now know, my Father Loves me! And something else I know; He loves you too, because He died for you, as well as for me.

I'd love to know your thoughts. Please feel free to comment.